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i mean i brought back lichen guess here comes falcon{ general }name || Falconeyes [Falcon-his pelt coloration + fierceness, Eyes- this bitch blind, yeet!]
gender || Trans Male [DFAB]
pronouns || He/him
age || 32 moons as of [10/14/17]
voice || Oscar Isaac [Poe Dameron-StarWars:TFA]
clan || Marshclan
rank || warrior
{ personality }+
•Loyal
•Confident
=
•Oblivious/Blind
•Insecure
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•No filter
•Aggressive
likes || righteousness, reliable governments
dislikes || anarchy
fears || dying due to his blindness getting the better of him
{ history }He was originally a kittypet, born amongst a litter of prized purebred turkish vans. However, he was a poor result of this inbreeding to recieve pure lineage; he was born blind. His owners were exceptionally hesitant about letting him go due to him being blind. They eventually couldn't afford keeping as many cats as they had, and threw him out into the world. The tom was startled by the world around him, only through hearing and smell did he understand where he was going, and even then he constantly struggled. However, he was eventually found by a Marshclan patrol, and taken into the clan by the caretakers. Appreciating their help and love, he wanted to become a warrior to protect them, despite his obvious disability.
As an apprentice, he grew up amongst the cats, mildly teased for being a blind girl, as he was still considered a molly at the time. However, this teasing didn't bother him, it was the usage of feminine pronouns; he felt so uncomfortable, so out of place when they were used towards him. Eventually, he talked to one of the caretakers about it, and they told him he was trans. He was accepted by his clan nonetheless after discovering this, and announced a warrior much later after having worked under an older warrior, Bugsprout. Bugsprout has retired to the elders den now, but Falconeyes was his last apprentice and Bugsprout was about as close as a father as Falconeyes would ever get.
It's been after the war for quite a while. With the fall of Monarchstar, now degraded to Monarchflame, Falcon hasn't been coping well. The fact he also knew and was fully aware of the caretakers assisting in grabbing kits and returning them to Rushingclan somewhat irked him too. He's been more involved with a certain genderless cat known as Warblethroat, and the two have been spotted together often. He's certainly put on a few pounds, which is a bit strange.
{ family }1 || Parents- both are gone and forgotten to him; he does not care about them.
2 || Snakeblossom- his birth sister. she is not aware. he's not certain he wants to divulge in it.
{ trivia }his sister is Snakeblossom. in the human verse, he goes by Ferdinand.
themesongs: Should I stay, or should I go? I've forgotten how to tell, did I ever even know? | Might be over now, but I feel it still
{ relationships }orientation || not so subtle home of sexual
current attractions || Warblethroat
past attractions ||
significant other(s) || Warblethroat
= doesn't know very well || = curious about || = Likes
= Unsure || = Suspicion || = Mixed Feelings/uncomfortable
= Aquiantence || = Friend || = Best friend // Inseparable
= Family || = like family || = would die for
= proud of || = admires || = Looks up to/respect
=Apprentice || = Mentor
= Attraction {thinks is handsome/pretty} || = Crush || = Love
= Mates || = former mates
= Love [ Platonic ] || = Annoyance || = Rival
= pities || = jealous of || = Fears
= Dislike || = Hatred || = Enemy
name = dead
|Lichenfoot "oh she's weird but she's nice to me? I don't like her too much but I swear I stutter around any molly of any sort. At least she isn't straight, haha, that would've made me even more nervous!"
| Warblethroat goldspite "Oh man. Them? They.. they're really nice. I share a den with them. I uh... I guess I like Warble a little more than I'd like to admit. But that's partly due to the fact we both agree on a lot of matters, and we enjoy each other and how vocal about our opinions we tend to be."
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The past few days had been a busy whirlwind for Warblethroat. With the clan allowing Monarchflame to stay in the camp, Warblethroat had been assigned the duty of caring for them, and finding others to assist them. That, they hadn't. Everytime Warblethroat began to consider seeking aid in their new duty, they remembered the way the clan split in whether or not they should send their former leader to die or not.
It made them bitter, and unhappy, and they had quietly decided to not seek out help. If a cat asked to help, they'd consider, but otherwise? Warblethroat wasn't going to force an interaction between their former leader and the clan that had left them.
Now, it was getting to be night. Warblethroat had replaced Monarchflame's moss, sought out whatever prey she had asked for, and made sure she needed nothing else. She'd been quiet, almost sullen since the overthrow, though Warblethroat didn't blame her. They had been too, although that was more out of being upset and angry at their clanmates. As the sun set, and the stars began to glitter, Warblethroat left camp and followed a path they now knew well enough to not need light to see.
They settled on the bank, watching the stars , not paying much mind to their surroundings.
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The tomcat had been sitting on his den for a bit, the large lily pad somehow still holding up his incredible weight. He had never recalled the lily being this large, and flicked his tail as he laid about. It was also a bit colder than usual; The wind from behind felt incredibly uncomfortable and strange at such a time. Where on earth was Warblethroat?
It was clear he hadn't been by the den for a bit, for the scent of him was incredibly old and barely there. Getting up, the tom reached his large paw over the edge of his lilypad, the cold waters of Marshclan's camp's shallows pressing against his skin and his thick fur. It felt horrible, but he continued to leave the soft spot of his lily to follow the cold trail of his partner. Well, partner in crime, for sure, but partner itself seemed a bit of a stretch. He loved the cat, for sure, but romantically? That wasn't something he was certain about. Or cared, or well, at least not at present he didn't.
He followed after the trail, his tail outstretched behind him wearily along with his front paw occasionally as to avoid crashing into the several trees that surrounded the camp, noting the smell of Warblethroat getting stronger and stronger. It wasn't until he had recalled this strange bank where they had once sat and slept for the night at did he realize that Warble must've grown a stronger attachment to this place.
"Warble?" He called out, standing still, attempting to give a dramatic stare though he looked an inch away from where Warble really was.
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Warblethroat had just begun to notice the sounds of another cat approaching, and was certainly surprised to turn to see Falconeyes right in front of them. He had a weird look on his face, and it took a moment for Warblethroat to realize that Falconeyes maybe didn't realize how close they were, and was trying to seek them out.
"I'm right here, don't worry! Here, sit here, it's drier in this spot." Warblethroat responded to their name being called, offering a spot next to them for their friend. In recent times, especially since the war over the kit-raid, Warblethroat had found themselves spending more time with Falconeyes.
He was a bit odd at times, very firm in certain things he believed in, but Warblethroat very much appreciated him. He felt no need to sugarcoat things, and the way he saw things grounded many of Warblethroats more outlandish worries.
"Were you waiting up for me? Sorry if so- I've been all over the place a bit recently." Warblethroat spoke awkwardly.
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Their kind voice almost put Falcon to sleep. He certainly
appreciated them, but Starclan, just hearing them speak brought
peace to his mind. "Warble. What's on your mind?"
He asked gruffly, following after the soft noise of their paw tapping
against the ground to provide a spot for him to sit. After doing so,
the tom gazed blankly at them, before adding on. "Besides,
well, the rebellion, I suppose." He chortled,
but understood if that was their cause for worry.
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Falconeyes had been sitting for only a few moments before turning and blankly staring at them, getting right to the point. Warblethroat's ears drooped a bit, and they sighed. "That obvious, huh? I thought I was hiding it better, but maybe not. I wouldn't be surprised if it was just the fact that I'm not exactly the most popular cat that kept others from asking."
They shuffled their paws a few times before speaking again, "I keep thinking about Monarchst- Monarchflame." They paused to correct themselves, "I just.. I can't believe our clan would really do that, you know? Maybe she wasn't the best leader, and maybe she screwed up big time but..." They trailed off, not wanting to say it.
"So I come here at night and I think about what she was like. Maybe I'm missing something? But all I can think about is that time we were here, and she just... talked to me for a few moments. She seemed so weighed down by everything."
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"Well, not obvious to all. Just to those who know you."
The tomcat spoke, taking note of their friend's evident sadness.
He didn't want to make them hurt any more by making them believe
everyone knew that he was sad for this reason. His ears perked at the soft
noises of Warble's paws, a noise he had known well and recognized for
the nights they'd return late to their den. Certainly a welcome noise,
but a noise he preferred to hear at an earlier part of the afternoon then
in the middle of the night. Or at this time of day. "You're not missing
anything. The clan's ideas just didn't agree with the leaders, and they
took it out in a method they thought was righteous, even if.. it was utterly
disgusting and disgraceful." He mumbled, before leaning himself against
Warblethroat's shoulder. "Can you blame her though? She's down to her last
life, she's lost everything she ever had, including her son, why wouldn't
she be weighed down? Starclan, the woman's dying slowly and painfully!
Worse of all, we can't do anything to numb it for her. It's not right. Even if they try to justify her
actions as wrong, it's just not. For after all, if they try to consider this the
cost of peace, then when will it end? They try to defend it, saying
this is what peace requires, but if you take an eye to prevent peace,
at what point do you stop? An eye for an eye to make the entire world blind?
It's not dignified. It's not righteous in any form or manner." He huffed,
a fire in his voice as he spoke, though calmly he did. "It's just
trying to keep everyone pleased, but we never can."
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"And who knows me better than you?" Warblethroat teased lightly, before listening to Falconeyes speak. They felt relieved that at least it wasn't them just missing something- they'd always felt a little disconnect from their clanmates and the way they reasoned things out. Sometimes, it just didn't make sense no matter how Warblethroat tried, and this was one of those cases.
Warblethroat rested their head on Falconeyes as he leaned against their shoulder, closing their eyes as Falconeyes continued.
"They had no right to do wha they did to her." Warblethroat agreed with a sigh. "All they could think of was the now- not the end result. If they had sent her out to die, how could any of them rest at night? What would the other clans do?" The thought about mentioning one of the things that kept them up, the idea of Monarchstar being left to wander death alone, isolated from the stars that held their ancestors.
They sighed again, frustrated.
"How can we trust a leader like this? Silverstar claims that he did what he felt was best- but didn't Monarchstar do the same? When do we stop assuming the best for others, and get their input? By this logic, I could overthrow Silverstar, saying I feel it would be best."
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He was embarrassed at first due to the slight teasing and the gentle touch
of which was his head against the blind cat's shoulder. He huffed, before
finally providing a retort to his questions.
"Bah! How could I not know everything about my best friend?"
Falcon shinned his teeth at the other cat, somewhat in a cocky manner.
"If anyone asks, I'm not saying you should, but also, you should."
The tom continued to grin at their friend, more or less fully agreeing with them.
"The end doesn't justify the means, you know? Why are they alright
with letting her end like this, undignified, unaware of if she'll go star clan or
the dark forest? Because they don't care, Warble. What made you
think they did? Just look at the way they think about her, the way they
treated her. Even if she wasn't overthrown before, they still loathed her.
I can't see it, but I'm certain their eyes burned with hatred when they saw her.
Face it, Warblethroat, they painted her as the villain in their eyes, and now can't
unsee him as the hero." He loved Warblethroat as much as he could,
but even he knew they had to come to terms with the fact no matter
how much there was to defend Monarch's actions and words, no one would listen at this point.
It was too little too late, he supposed. "He's no damn hero to me."
His voice turned to a growl, before pressing his snout against Warblethroat's forehead.
"But enough of that. Come back to the den. You've spent more than enough nights
thinking about this. We've got to keep moving on, even in desperate times like this.
For the sake of the future." He murmured sweetly, licking their forehead affectionately.
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Warblethroat thought back to the moment of the clan choosing to abandon or basically imprison Monarchstar, how the cats placing stones at their paws were often hesitant, moving quickly to place and leave, but the cats that placed a stone at Dandelionstorm's paws? The cold look Birchflame had given Warblethroat, the way Tuliptail had looked both unimpressed and inconvenienced by Silverstar's actions. They shivered, but as usual, Falconeyes was right. No matter how Monarchstar acted, the clan still loathed her for whatever reason. Though other clans had done kit-raid, Monarchstar was the villain- not that he liked the kit-raids, but how could they make her a criminal when they did it as well?
Before Warblethroat could continue to overthink, Falconeyes pressed his muzzle against their forehead, softly urging them to come back to the camp and their shared lilypad, that they'd spent enough nights awake thinking about what had happened. He was right- there was nothing that could be done for the past, but everything could be done for the future. Warblethroat purred, returning the affectionate licks before getting to their paws and stretching.
"You're right, Falcon. All we can do is move forward and work for the future." They said, waiting for Falconeyes to get to his paws so the two of them could return to camp together. "I'm glad I've got you here with me, Falcon. Sometimes, I don't know how I'd manage without you to help me think straight."
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"Hah, think straight. My friend, you do nothing straight.
Everything you do makes you go through zigzags of doubt or
of hope." Realizing he nearly made a joke about one's orientation,
he quickly tried to make it into a metaphor, though rather poorly.
Laughing it off, the tom stood up once again, and carefully figured out
how to approach Warblethroat, as to make sure he did not bump up
against their rear due to his inability to see if they were in front of him.
Chittering for a second, he paid attention to how quickly the noise
seemed to bounce back before heading for Warble's right side,
and proceeding to touch their flank with his tail. "Come on.
Enough for one night, okay? How about instead of worrying all
night, you lay with me for the night instead?" He delicately
offered, though to what this meant it was seemingly left uncertain.
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Warblethroat couldn't help but laugh at with Falconeyes at what he said, though he probably didn't intent for it to seem that way- certainly nothing Warblethroat did was straight. He let Falconeyes find his bearing with a quick chitter, the tom gently brushing his tail against their flank once he had.
Warblethroat's face flushed, and they were grateful the tom couldn't see their expression, Warblethroat looking like an apprentice with a crush with their face as red and hot as it was. "Sure!" They squeaked, clearing their throat quickly before continuing, "Sure, it's late and all." And I would absolutely love to share a lilypad with you because I like you a whole lot. Warblethroat thought in their head as they began the walk back to camp.
They never really defined their relationship- the two just really liked each other and appreciated the presence of the other, and Warblethroat was happy with that. There was no other cat they'd rather hang around with, however they hung around.
The walk back didn't take too long- Warblethroat knew the path by heart and was careful to warn Falconeyes about any big or new obstacles in their path, though the tom was certainly capable of taking care of themself.
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The squeak in Warblethroat's voice made the tom let off a brief
snort of amusement, but did not choose to go in-depth about it.
"Lead the way, Warble." And so it seemed Warble did,
as the duo made their way back to camp to their dens, or rather,
their den, with Falcon taking a few hesitant steps every now and
then to make sure he did not trip over any of the thick tree roots.
By now, he had hoped he had remembered the pattern after all:
Left, Right, left. That was where each of those pesky roots
had been each and every time he followed the scent trail to camp.
Though he had managed to remember, he had apparently veered
too far to the left this time, and managed to trip over a rock, and
apparently took down whatever had been in front of him, which
unfortunately (for them of course not for falcon, score!) had been
Warble. The tom was confused by the soft feeling underneath him
briefly before realizing the warmth was from his friend, and immediately
clambered off of them. "Starclan-I swear, every time I go down this path,
there's always another obstacle that damned Dandelion probably put up."
He joked, though he couldn't help but consider it was possible. Still,
the tom quickly got off, before tilting their head in Warblethroat's direction,
before asking, "You alright, my friend? I didn't scratch you now, did I?"
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Though Warblethroat had squawked with alarm as Falconeyes stumbled over the rock and toppled onto the black cat, sending them both down, they were fine. A little muddier, but that came with the territory. Literally. They laughed at the idea of Dandelionstorm specifically putting things out for Falconeyes to trip over, though Warblethroat was sure that the now deputy had definitely considered it at least once.
"All good here! My ears are still oversized, and my snout's still a snoot!" Warblethroat replied with a joke of their own, "How about you?" They glanced over their partner quickly, though nothing seemed to be damaged except maybe for his pride. Warblethroat rolled over and got to their paws, shaking their pelt out before settling back down, though they didn't sit.
While they gave Falconeyes a few seconds to regain his bearings and make sure he was all right, Warblethroat scooted the rock off the path and tucked it at the roots of a tree.
"All set?" Warblethroat asked, making sure Falconeyes was all good to head back.
(... this is how the kits were born. i cant believe falcon literally fell on this dick)
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hey real quick ooc comment but lets all be honest as fuck: THIS BITCH AINT THINKING STRAIGHT THEY GAY AS FUCK BITCH!!!!!!!
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please experience hell in the form of his previous design
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falconlover123? more like Warblerlover123
get it
bc warblers the bird i named warble at
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yes.
and i hate it
also throwback to when he was fucking STRAIGHT JKFLSD
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thanks! u hate it.
straight? In MY characters?
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Flintfoot's stomach was growling horribly, almost louder than his own grumbled complaining as he picked himself up to visit the fresh-kill pile. He stared at the pile, picking out the fattest vole he could find. "The hunters better get a move on, there's barely anything edible here!" He mewed to no one in particular. It wasn't like he helped much when it came to hunting, sometimes breaking the code to feed himself when alone, but he made his displeasure known anyways. Scooping up his prey he turned right around into another larger cat, dropping his vole. "-the fuck? Outa the way buddy!" He paused, realizing this cat lacked eyeballs. "Eh... what the hell is wrong with your face??"
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"Oh! Pardon me, good-" Falconeyes had been rudely
shoved by the cat, though still took it upon himself to adress
formalities as he spoke, perking his ears very quickly at his tone
and the manner in which he spoke. From what it sounded,
it was a masculine voice, so took a leap of faith as he said,
"-sir, my good sir." The other tom's proceeding
speech made Falcon speak once again,"Ah, you see,
I'm blind, if that of course, isn't quite obvious." He chuckled.
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((FALCON IS ALREADY SO PURE I---))
"Good sir? The hell? Why you talkin' like that?" At that moment Flintfoot was confident this cat was an alien, or maybe some spectral being come to haunt him. He realized he didn't really recognize him from around camp, but that could be attributed to Flint's own minuscule involvement in clan affairs. He rolled his eyes, "Well I could get that much, dofus! What you doin' in the middle of camp?shouldn't ya be in the elder den or something?" The vole was forgotten for now, his interest stolen by this stranger.
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"I beg your pardon? My manner of speech is just formal,
that's all." He lowered his head in an attempt to curtsy,
as apologies for not understanding the cat. As the cat continued
to speak once again, he snorted at his response.
"Elders den? Good sir, I'm younger than you!" Now,
he was completely guessing by the roughness of his
voice as to how old he was, but he assumed at least 3 or so years
old. "I may be blind, but I assure you, I am a warrior,
and a fine one that at, if I do say so myself." He purred politely.
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"You're younger?! I'd woulda guessed otherwise the way you be talking!!!???" It was sometimes hard for Flintfoot to discern age, everyone tended to be larger than him and so he assumed older too. He kinda forgot his own age sometimes. Flintfoot sat now, pulling his vole under himself with a paw, even steady eyes studying the other. "N' are ya now? Interestin'. I can't imagine how, but hey, cats have surprised me before." His thoughts went back to one particular molly, clobbering him despite her missing leg. That darn son of a gun. "How come I haven't seen ya before? You new or?"
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"And I would've guessed you were an elder from your
strange attitude." He spoke teasingly, not exactly certain
whether what he said was a bit rude. "I don't exactly
enjoy hanging around camp, I like swimming near the border actually."
He purred with delight, the tom clearly enjoying himself
alone time. But he also seemed to be fine with interacting
right now.
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"Why does everyone think I'm some sort of grandpa?!" He blurted, paws crossing. But then he smiled, smirking with a wink, "Unless ya calling me a silver fox if ya know what I mean~?" He knew Falconeyes wouldn't see his wink or his smile or any of his flirty body language, but that didn't stop the doof. "And ew ya actually like swimming? No thanks, I've seen enough mud and leeches to last me a lifetime."
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"Well, you have a deep voice. You can't blame
your genetics, sir. And uh." Though the tom
could not see, he was clearly made uncomfortable just by
the words uttered by Flintfoot. "Don't do that. Anyway,
are you sure you don't like mud? I mean, not
to be rude, but you kind of smell like it." He asked,
more or less just curious and trying not to be aggresive to Flintfoot.
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STOP!
You keep making wonderful characters D': I need to RP with em all!
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no,,,,, I must,,, MAKE M O R E
jk but like in a year or two I'll be having more due to kits hehe
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but like yeah if u wanna rp with falcon hmu!
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WHAT A PURELY ADORABLE CHILD! MIGHT I DO THE HONOURS OF THROWING THE SUN AT HIM???
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HEEEECK YEAH! GONNA DO IT HERE OR IN NOTES OR WHERE SHALL WE RP?
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UH ANYWHERE RLLY I THOUGHT WE DECIDED ON SKYPE THO RIP
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SHOOT WE DID? I KNOW WE DID THAT WITH LICHEN BUT OKAY! ARE YOU ABLE TO MAKE ANOTHER CHAT FOR THIS RP? :•
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I HAVE NO IDEA AAAA
i can do it ye a!!
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points @ flintfoot: stay away from my good gay boy
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of course! he'd never say... try to influence the good boy to evil never never
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"Hey there Falcon~? You ever meet... Flintdaddy??"
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