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3 yrs ago
Current Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B)
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3 yrs ago
We've got a certified "Bozo Down" today
3 yrs ago
Also why's everyone getting so pressed about writing perspectives like dude just go write a book lol
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3 yrs ago
Might want to pick it back up before I put it in my wallet
3 yrs ago
40k fans are like the "Can he beat Goku" guys of Science Fiction
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Literally 1984 by Jorjor Well

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@ChronoBovinoYES!

DO IT! JUST DO IT!

DO NOT LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS! YESTERDAY YOU SAID TOMORROW! SO JUST......DOOOOOOIIIIT! - Shia Lebouf, Meme Master
@ShurikaiAww..shucks...well Frostbite is in a clearing by the Thunderclan Border...not too far from where Mallownose will come across Python...
And Birch's fate is gonna be a slim one...
@ShurikaiI didn't want to spoil it...but Frogpelt is a gonnner to the Disease...
Frostbite


He began to pad away. He had been staring at Clanners all around for at least 15 minutes now, and that didn't really help. He sighed, soon finding himself out of the boundaries of the Clan. It was nice and peaceful for him once again. The Bliss of hearing Robins tweet all around. Truly one of Frost's better experiences with life, he continued to follow up to the Clan border. He arrived to his favourite spot, a small rock which gave a clear and perfect view of the Highrocks in the distance. There weren't that many trees in this clearing, making the ideal spot for relaxation without the feeling of isolation. Taking long deep breaths to calm himself, he relaxed. He knew if anyone were to question where he was, Frogpelt would surely tell them. It wasn't the fairest of decisions, putting him in the position of having to socialise with fellow comrades. What if he didn't need friends? He had only just been appointed a new Apprentice, being Honeypaw. That's more than he should have to deal with rather than other's feelings, right? In his tail, coiled, was what his share of the Fresh-kill pile was. He only carried a small mouse, as he wasn't the one to eat much on regular occasions. Frostbite began to chew on the food, saying a graceful thanks to Starclan once more. It was nice that he had been introduced to Starclan, or 'The Others' as he once had called them as a Kit...

His eyes were constantly fixed onto the Highrocks, dismay in his eyes. It was a grudge and sorrow that would haunt him everyday. It was only common courtesy to come here when being alone. Paying respects...He nodded after finishing his Mouse, a smile of cheerfulness had finally come back to him for once. And as he had always done, he began to talk to himself once again...

"Maybe she's right...I could start socialising...It might help with hunting. I should imagine trying the techniques with other clanners..." He followed with a quick head-shake. "No...that'd bring you down, remember. You have too much responsibility. There is no time for friends, or anyone...Just me, Frogpelt and all my duties. I can't fail Hawkstar by chatting to others..."

At that moment in time, he was driven by the idea of not having Friends as it dragged him down. There was the image in his head of Hawkstar turning him down, spotting him talking to an friend only visible in his mind. Laying back...He had to stay as responsive as possible, making sure he did what had to be done to redeem himself and to pay back the endless favours he had to bring. Though...he did feel a bit tired of having himself to talk to constantly. It bored him. Since when can you tell yourself that you did something that day, or how you found something? No...he had to stay loyal. Though...to him...it wouldn't hurt to talk to someone. Seeing as he Frostbite was never notified about by or to Hawkstar, except when he was decided to Mentor Honeypaw, so what was the point? He was endlessly scrambling around to get as much done sorted without a "Hey thanks!" from anyone, especially Hawkstar. He seemed to give his appreciation to others, but Frostbite, oooooh no. It was like as if he were just a Pawn...just an expendable Tom among strong and proud Thunderclan cats.

He shook his head. This is what spending too much time alone had done. It had messed him up. These thoughts weren't what he wanted. Though he did have a point, speaking of which. Once again, he shook his head, smiling slightly as he told himself...

"No wonder you speak to yourself...you are totally insane, Frostbite..." He jokingly chuckled to himself. "Anyway...Frogpelt is probably trying to fix-me-up a friend right this second...I bet it!" He boomed exceptionally loud to himself, standing in his tall, proud posture. Though what exactly there was to be proud of, stumbled him. Eh...oh well...just had to live his life like the way he liked. All alone in one spread out location. Perfect...

Well...surely no-one would interrupt his monologue...
@ShurikaiDeath = Drama = Sadness = Happiness (For me) = Giving me a Reason to be involved. :D
@Tea at midd-Shrugs- Had to happen sometime...
@OriorYuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus?
@ShurikaiWeeeell...you may think they might end up killing one another...depends how well Frostbite gets interacted with XD -Blackmail-
Frostbite


It was quite warm. He hated it. Warmth only drew more and more lazy clanners out into the open, drawing them closer and closer to him. He looked up, continuing his ever-lasting conversation with Frogpelt.

"And you went out hunting?" Frosbite nodded in response. "And that method you used really was the truth?" Frostbite beamed slightly, nodding once more. "Looks like you've..." Frogpelt let out a large yawn, her mouth gaping open as her missing few teeth bared. "Sorry...uh...where was I? Oh yes...Looks like you've had quite the day today..." Frostbite couldn't of felt more happy talking to Frogpelt. To him, every other clanner's personalities were too lively, too...extreme...Out of the blue, he asked Frogpelt something...

"How can they be so lively?" He was technically speaking to himself, but as it was aloud, Frogpelt took it as a question directed to her.

"How can who-what?" Her head tilted and her ears slightly raised, perking towards his question. "Who...them?" She had nodded her place towards the outside of the den. There it was moderately lively, and loud...oh so loud..."Are you...thinking about the Clan again, Frost? We talked over this at least more times than I could count all the Voles and Mice in the world..." He turned, grinning a half-smile at her famous saying. Though it quickly fell away as he nodded. It was true. Somehow whenever he wasn't around Frogpelt, he felt a sense of dismay. The two had been talking for hours now, without a Duty to be handed to Frost. His smile completely faded. "Aww...Frosty...I know how much different you are! However, that doesn't mean you are completely unlikable. You go out there this minute and get a friend, Frostbite. Go on...Mmhmm...I'm waiting." She slowly began to move Frostbite out of the den.

"H-hey! I can't just do that!" A faint hiss seeped from his mouth. "I...It is better to keep to one's self than to spread personal information...Wait..." He tried to think of the appropriate saying. He wished to be as wise as his Guardian, but also he wanted to outwit her. Something like this was a risky move...

"Don't give me that attitude! Now do as one has commanded..." She grinned, giving him one large shove outside. He almost completely skidded out, losing his balance and toppling over before making a grand halt. He sat up, turning to the Clan. What exactly was he supposed to do next?

Python


The two padded down, almost completely out of the clear of Shadowclan territory. Birch looked at his 'Friend'. He pondered in his mind of what exactly she was taking him to see. Maybe a new kit they could steal. Or maybe he finally had gotten what he wished for and she was going to admit her affection for hi-. She stopped, turning to him and cutting off his trail of thought. Her standard half-grin re-emerged into life.

"Y'know why we are stopping here right?" Birch looked in anticipation, something exciting was coming from here. "Oh...well...since we are tormentors of the clans...we need to expand our 'Research'...in other words...why don't we try Thunderclan for once? We aren't known there for our antics, making our deeds easier..." There was a stroke of genius in this plan. Though strong with fighting, Thunderclan was known for being one of the more welcoming of clans. Rogues could easily get in for shelter and make companionship with the largest and meanest of Clanners inside. It was the perfect hunting ground...a place built for the two of them. Birch then realised what her plan was about...where it fit in and how it worked. A grin grew on his face.

"That's...genius! They won't suspect a thing!" Birch leapt around in joy. Well, sinister-joy.

"We'll tackle an apprentice, not literally, and maybe a Warrior or two. If we are lucky, we might be able to swipe a role-model of the clan...L'emme tell you this...I'm excited for this one!" The two plotted away, beginning their march around the Thunderclan territory. Step one was always involving reconnaissance. Scanning an area, scrutinizing the targets entrance and exit points. Though the killing was barbaric, there needed to be thought and consideration...well...they were about to walk straight into one of the more 'interesting' of meetings...
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