WE’LL BE FIREPROOF / SHORT MANDATORY MEETING

[STORMGAZE]

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Frankly, Storm could care more about his leader's disappearance. But to be fair, they never had much of an interaction. Her leadership was short and quite, unproductive. However, if any of his clanmates knew that, being as most of them were in someway related to the she-cat, he'd likely get his ear pulled quite a bit and that was more annoying than anything.
Even more annoying than a leader who has left the camp only once. Not to mention, they were young and inexperienced. Oh boy, Windclan was in for a ride and it wasn't going to be a pleasant one. Nonetheless, Waxface was soon to be his leader. It was Stormgaze's duty to respect and abide by him, to support his leadership wholeheartedly. Even if the twerp's existence raised concerns in his mind.

After watching with spiteful eyes as the young deputy was given congratulations, Storm finally took in a breath and closed his eyes. Opening them with a new twinkle than before, one less angry and more proud. This was a good, momentous time for Windclan and Waxface. He wasn't in such a sour mood that he was going to ruin it for everyone. Gritting his teeth, it seemed he wasn't completely over it, just yet. "Congratulations, Waxface.. and I'm sorry for your loss," he directed that last bit towards not only Waxface but Stonecloud, as well. He was Hollowbones' brother, after all and James knew too well what it felt like to lose family.

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[THORNTONGUE]

[align=center][align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Waxface was now going to be Waxstar - how interesting. It was tragic to know Hollowstar was missing (and potentially dead), but that was how things were - you lived, you risked life, and sometimes you missed it. Thorntongue settled down, watching the warrior with his pale eyes. "You'll do well, Waxface." Was his response, a hesitant one, but genuine. He'd follow Waxface to the moonstone, and he knew the other cat would do well, he'd represent their Clan well.

[pinefall]

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BIO | Pinefall frowned at the idea of Hollowstar having gone missing. She had not interacted much with the former WindClan leader, but it still made her very sad to see someone of her Clan go missing. She hoped she would turn up soon. But, in the meantime, she congratulated Waxface, soon to be Waxstar.

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[div style="width: 450px; margin: auto; text-align: justify"]waxface had gotten the news early that morning that hallowstar had officially been pronounced missing. there was no trace of her, and no one could catch her scent in order to find her. when the moon was low in the western sky, he had been woken by some of the more senior warriors to tell him that he was to become leader, that he needed to go to the moon pool at some point soon.. so that meant he had to host a meeting soon.

as he moved off to where the clan normally held meetings, he’d take a longing look over to his napping boulder and took a deep breath. his scars stung like they always did when his nerves were getting the best of him, but he stood his ground and stood straight. he needed to act like a leader- needed to be the leader they needed, which meant he needed to change. “windclan, gather around for a meeting.” he would call out.

“i was informed last night by some of the senior warriors that.. well.. hallowstar has gone missing. that’s why she hasn’t been around camp as much. now, with the loctus problem, it will certainly make things a bit more difficult to form search parties, but.. for now, you’re going to need a leader.”

“as deputy and hallowstar’s second in command, i will become leader, and we can just hope that someday, hallowstar will turn up. of course, i only spent a short time as deputy, so i might struggle as leader more than i did when i was a deputy, so hopefully everyone will be able to help out and uh..” he chuckled nervously, glancing around those who had gathered, the loud screeching of the loctus’s nearly drowning him out. “tell me if i’m doing something wrong.”

“but.. moving on from that, i will need some time to chose a deputy, and hopefully starclan will understand that and accept whoever i chose when the time comes. for now, i’m going to be going to the moon pool, and if thorntongue and stinecloud would like to accompany me, then they may do so.. while i’m gone, waspwing is in charge of making sure everything runs smoothely!”

with that, he would lash his tail, looking around for waspwing and the others for a short moment. “any questions?”

/so!! for those who don’t know, calli stepped down from the leadership position on discord and gave wax leadership.
so, what wax addresses is:
- wax explains that halliwstar is missing
- wax announces he will become leader
- there’s a deputy try outs in the site’s main header, so if you want the spot, go fill out the form!
- he invited [member=8840]STONECLOUD.[/member] and [member=8741]THORNTONGUE[/member] ( [member=20]fuentes[/member] / [member=28]crows[/member] ) to the moon pool or whatever it is, though there won’t be an actual thread bc i have 0 muse for that
- yall, please pm me if you guys have any questions or suggestions!!

[spoiler=TAGS | june, 18]General — biograhpy
▪ WAXFACE | wax. waxy | no aliases
▪ DMAB male | cisgender | masculine pronouns
▪ 19 months | unkknown birthday | ages realistically
▪ deputy of windclan | " the guy that won't leave camp "

Physical — reference
♦ domestic feline | Health: 100%
— an off-white tom with medium length fur, pale green eyes. his face has no fur and is scarred over
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info — roleplayer
▪ has major agoraphobia and refuses to leave camp, also has a phobia of dogs
▪ has major abandonment issues
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions

Personality — personality type (or alignment)
— [trigger warning: depression, suicidal thoughts] Waxface is a very coldhearted and distrusting of nearly everyone- even those he grew up with. he is, in general, a very tough and rough guy, and tends to come off as rude. often times, he makes sarcastic comments, and pushes those who try to get close away. he tends to dislike others who are overly nice or optimistic, seeing the world as a horrible and bland place. thanks to all of this- his pessimistic view of the world and the fact that he has no one, he suffers from depression, and it isn't uncommon for him to have suicidal thoughts. Thanks to said depression, he is often tired and has no energy to do anything- staying in his nest most days and ignoring his duties. there are times where he considers just retiring and becoming an elder early, but feels that it'd be better just to end himself. There are days when has energy, but those days are few and far between.

Moving on from main personality, wax is a male with many fears, most of which are insignificant and don't effect his life in any way. however, he does have two phobias. the first phobia is his worst, and for good reason: dogs. he used to be fearless and careless, but after being attacked by a dog, this faded away. he lives in constant fear of encountering another dog, that he rarely leaves camp. if he does leave, he is constantly on guard and doesn't relax. the second fear is not as bad, but it is what makes him push people away: his fear of abandonment. after his attack (which was partly due to his mother leaving the clans and him trying to run away to be with her), he started pushing away so they wouldn't have a chance to leave.

despite all of his negativity, there is some light in the darkness. he has a secret soft spot for elders and kits, though he doesn't show it. he still enjoys playing games, and will often times sit and watch the kits play from a distance. he will sometimes decide to kick around the moss ball himself. he can sometimes be caught smiling on rainy days, will lay in the sun if its sunny, loves the sound of thunder, and enjoys the smell of daisies.
— positive ; nurturing, soft spot for children and elders, distrusting, quickwitted
— negative ; rude, depressed/suicidal, constantly tired, fearful

Relationships — heartchart
▪ blackstrike x smallfang | no notable relations
▪ homosexual | homoromantic | Monogamous
▪ Single | Crushing on __ | Maybe Crushing on __
▪ ½ ship here
▪ doesn't interact well with others and often pushes them away

Interaction — plotting thread
— Physically ; depends on the opponant | Mentally ; fairly easy
— average apprentice's training
— healing may be powerplayed
— To attack, @ salem or your attack will be ignored, sorry.

[babyface]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 125%; text-align:justify;"]It was, of course, disappointing to hear the news that Hollowstar was officially missing, even if the two were never particularly close. But, WindClan was family, and for that reason he was upset. He had faith Waxface- or, Waxstar now- would lead them well, even if he did have his quirks. There would be a new deputy, and being the somewhat delusional tom he is, he just knew he would be a good deputy. Why wouldn't he be? He was patriotic, friendly, and... loud? What more did a leader have to be? As seemed the meeting was coming to a close, the tabby shook out his pelt before speaking. "Woo, go Wax!" That was the appropriate response, right?

[spoiler=tags — 6/20/18]( NAME. ) Mudgrub | & | Mud - After his muddy and fluffy coat when he was born. | grub - After his strange mannerisms and overall wormy personality.
( NICKNAMES. ) Grubby (an informal variant of his traditional name)

( GENDER. ) Cisgender male, using he/him pronouns
( SEXUALITY. ) Unknown; hasn't shown any romantic interest in anyone, but presumably is interested in the aspect of a relationship.
( AGE. ) 28 moons. February 9th. Aquarius.

( ALLIANCE. ) Born and raised in WindClan.
( RANK. ) Warrior. Almost didn't get promoted from apprentice because of his lack of interest in actually working, but eventually buckled down and got promoted.
( FAMILY. ) NPCs; deceased.

                 

( APPEARANCE. ) Grubby is what would be classified as a silver cinnamon tabby. His fur is a very light, diluted grayish-brown with more saturated tabby markings. He's scrawny and scraggly, and is rather short compared to others his age. His fur is usually unkempt, as he doesn't care about physical appearances, and is too long for him to put much effort into. His eyes are a pale yet murky green, wide and expressive. His body has a few scars here and there, most (if not all) of them from his general stupidity and careless attitude towards consequences. He would be a rather handsome cat if he took the time to take care of himself and his appearance, but since he has absolutely no reason to in his mind, he doesn't think twice about walking around looking like a mess.

( REFERENCES. ) Here.

                 

( PERSONALITY. ) Right off the bat, you'll notice that Mudgrub is definitely far from the most intelligent creature. However, he's rather narcissistic and would never admit ignorance on any subject, even if he's painfully lacking in knowledge on them. In fact, he often tries to prove he knows more about things than others by throwing out terms that relate to the subject at hand and mirroring what the others are saying without any real understanding about what they're talking about. Even though he's sorely lacking in logic and general intelligence, he's very socially aware. He can be very manipulative if he finds a reason to be and if need be, can form complex schemes.

Mudgrub has deep rooted self esteem issues and sense of shame towards himself. He covers this by expecting to be in a place of authority, often trying to do so through manipulation and scheming. As a result, he often causes a lot of havoc in his wake. He never takes responsibility for his actions or their consequences, either because he doesn't realize or doesn't care to. He's prone to fits of rage, especially when his character is being question or he's being wronged or not listened to. This is likely due, in part, to his paranoia or delusions of grandeur.

He is intensely patriotic and feels a strong sense connection to his Clan. Because of this, he's wary of others joining or half-Clanners. He despises kittypets, seeing them as plush and unaware of the struggles of "the real world." He also has ambiguous beliefs towards StarClan. He was, of course, raised believing it, but often has trouble accepting the reality of it. While he doesn't voice his wavering beliefs on StarClan, he does show a certain level of discomfort when talking about it.

( TV TROPES ) Anti-Hero; Beware The Silly Ones; Chaotic Stupid; Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass; Delusions Of Eloquence; Idiot Savant; Know-Nothing Know-It-All; Wild Card
( ALIGNMENT ) Chaotic neutral.

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[fuentes]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; line-height: 100%; font-size: 9pt; font-family:; text-align: justify;"]Stonecloud had been one of the first to know of his littermate's absence. He felt it more than anything, especially when he padded by her den on his way to the freshkill pile. The young warrior looked twice his age, the smile that usually tugged at the corners of his lips replaced with a deep set frown as he came forward. He had no doubt Waxstar, one of his closest friends, would be a great leader, but watching him ascend so soon felt like a blow to the face. At the former deputy's words, he managed a nod. Hollowstar, wherever she was, would want her to support her successor, and for her sake, he would do it. "I'm not too sure I'd be the best travel companion," the bicolor feline joked, a feeble attempt to put on a brave face, "but if you'll have me, I'll go."

/ rushed

[Leafwing12]

The younger feline had moved over to the meeting place when she heard Waxface call for the clan to gather around. She wandered over, taking a seat beside Mudgrub. Her ears angled forward and she stayed silent as the Tom spoke. So he was leader now?

Rapidpaw knew Waxface hadn’t been deputy for long. But she had faith he would turn out to be a great leader. Rapidpaw flicked her tail. ”You’ll do great Waxstar.” the younger she-cat mewed. Waxstar. She would have to get used to saying that.

[Doestep]

Doestep's paws ached, and her throat was dry and sore from panting. She was used to running, and was known to spend the entire day wandering sometimes. But nothing compared to how hard she pushed herself to find Hollowstar. She spent sleepless nights wandering Windclan territory, even pacing for hours by the gorge on the edge of their borders with Riverclan. Although she desperately wished the worst hadn't befallen Hollowstar, she hoped to at least find a body to pay her last respects to. Some sign that their searching wasn't in vain, or maybe their leader had just fallen somewhere to deep to get out herself, something. Back and forth across the borders she went, thinking that maybe Hollowstar was just over this next hill crest, or maybe she had wandered back into Windclan and Doestep should go back and double check that one pile of rocks... But she found nothing. Not even a trace of a scent to lead her in the right direction. Hollowstar had simply vanished.

The typically happy-go-lucky cat seemed drained of all her energy as she sat by the meeting place. Her tail sat limp behind her, her shoulders here hunched, and her ears were just barely pricked forward to hear Waxface's announcement. She had done everything to find her leader, but that still wasn't enough. I just hope she's not suffering, Doestep thought. As Waxface asked his question, the she-cat lifted her head slightly and stood up. "Will we be holding a vigil for Hollowstar?" she asked hesitantly. One side of her wanted to hold on to the hope that Hollowstar was still out there, alive and well. The other side thought more reasonably, and wished to at least say goodbye properly.

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[div style="width: 450px; margin: auto; text-align: justify"]he felt his face twitch as people congratulated him, and he would nod to them to show that he acknowledged them, but his eyes would fall to stone cloud and he felt his heart break. he knew the other would be like this, but actually seeing it.. tore him apart. he felt his tail lower slightly, as did his head, but only slightly. he would nod, but before he could thank him, forster was questioning about a vigil. “no.” he said and paused for a moment. “we don’t know if she’s dead or not, so.. not yet. we’re going to keep looking, and if we don’t find her within a moon, then.. we will hold a vigil and assume her dead.” he explained, and let his eyes fall.

[spoiler=TAGS | june, 18]General — biograhpy
▪ WAXFACE | wax. waxy | no aliases
▪ DMAB male | cisgender | masculine pronouns
▪ 19 months | unkknown birthday | ages realistically
▪ deputy of windclan | " the guy that won't leave camp "

Physical — reference
♦ domestic feline | Health: 100%
— an off-white tom with medium length fur, pale green eyes. his face has no fur and is scarred over
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info — roleplayer
▪ has major agoraphobia and refuses to leave camp, also has a phobia of dogs
▪ has major abandonment issues
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions

Personality — personality type (or alignment)
— [trigger warning: depression, suicidal thoughts] Waxface is a very coldhearted and distrusting of nearly everyone- even those he grew up with. he is, in general, a very tough and rough guy, and tends to come off as rude. often times, he makes sarcastic comments, and pushes those who try to get close away. he tends to dislike others who are overly nice or optimistic, seeing the world as a horrible and bland place. thanks to all of this- his pessimistic view of the world and the fact that he has no one, he suffers from depression, and it isn't uncommon for him to have suicidal thoughts. Thanks to said depression, he is often tired and has no energy to do anything- staying in his nest most days and ignoring his duties. there are times where he considers just retiring and becoming an elder early, but feels that it'd be better just to end himself. There are days when has energy, but those days are few and far between.

Moving on from main personality, wax is a male with many fears, most of which are insignificant and don't effect his life in any way. however, he does have two phobias. the first phobia is his worst, and for good reason: dogs. he used to be fearless and careless, but after being attacked by a dog, this faded away. he lives in constant fear of encountering another dog, that he rarely leaves camp. if he does leave, he is constantly on guard and doesn't relax. the second fear is not as bad, but it is what makes him push people away: his fear of abandonment. after his attack (which was partly due to his mother leaving the clans and him trying to run away to be with her), he started pushing away so they wouldn't have a chance to leave.

despite all of his negativity, there is some light in the darkness. he has a secret soft spot for elders and kits, though he doesn't show it. he still enjoys playing games, and will often times sit and watch the kits play from a distance. he will sometimes decide to kick around the moss ball himself. he can sometimes be caught smiling on rainy days, will lay in the sun if its sunny, loves the sound of thunder, and enjoys the smell of daisies.
— positive ; nurturing, soft spot for children and elders, distrusting, quickwitted
— negative ; rude, depressed/suicidal, constantly tired, fearful

Relationships — heartchart
▪ blackstrike x smallfang | no notable relations
▪ homosexual | homoromantic | Monogamous
▪ Single | Crushing on __ | Maybe Crushing on __
▪ ½ ship here
▪ doesn't interact well with others and often pushes them away

Interaction — plotting thread
— Physically ; depends on the opponant | Mentally ; fairly easy
— average apprentice's training
— healing may be powerplayed
— To attack, @ salem or your attack will be ignored, sorry.

[ajdawny]

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