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Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

rest in peace my beautiful love

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"God damn everything," muttered Clay just after cutting someone off to get into his turn lane. It was just starting to look like he'd be on time for work with about thirty seconds to spare, when some idiot came out of the parking lot without paying attention and crashed right into the front of his car. He had no time to think or say anything but a surprised yelp before his vision went dark.

When he woke up, everything was a jumbled mess. There were police lights approaching the scene. There was broken glass all around him, and a few small droplets of blood scattered on his lap. There was a voice outside his window.

"Dude, are you awake? Holy shit! I'm so sorry! I was–– I mean–– I didn't mean to––"

No shit he didn't mean to. Clay had never seen the guy before in his life. His response was a sullen glare and a soft growl, which didn't do much to shut him up. It at least provided the comfort that he hadn't been sitting in the driver's seat with a shard of glass in his larynx. He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He muttered an obscenity that would make a sailor's skin crawl, and hauled himself out of the "open" window.

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@mewgirl99 Gotcha. I'm not entirely sure what to write, but I can get Clay in some trouble. It'll be a thing after school.

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"Now, dear, is this really necessary? You'll be late for work if you keep this up."

"Rrrmmph," came the low growl of the Iberian wolf, who had responded to his mother's entrance by curling up tighter on the bedsheets. They were always messed up and nobody knew how it happened, not even Clay, whose fluffy body was partially covered by blanket right now. It was fairly clear that he was not a morning person.

She scratched him behind the ear, which he hated because he loved it. His tail thumped involuntarily in approval. His parents had adapted well to raising what had suddenly become a werewolf without any explanation. He was grateful, but not willing to show it, at least not right now. "Hhhrrrgh," he sighed, and put his head on his paws.

"I have to go. I made you a pot of coffee. And young man, if you're late for work because you were a lazy bones you'll be in big trouble!" The warning didn't carry much weight. No matter how strict his mother tried to come off as, she was simply too gentle a person to follow through on things like punishments. It even showed in her voice, which she kept lowered for some unknown reason. Clay flicked an ear in acknowledgement as the plump woman left the room and closed the door.

With one more sigh, Clay gave a mighty stretch and changed to his human form. It was clearly inferior in terms of temperature control, but unfortunately it was necessary for things like putting clothes on, which was legally required if he wanted to earn some money. He pulled on his clothes in a sort of groggy stupor and went blearily out to the kitchen with a pout on his face. He'd asked multiple times for different hours. Everyone had assumed he was exaggerating about how much he disliked mornings. He poured a mug of black coffee and downed it rapidly, checked his watch and nearly choked. "Shit!"

He started his work day by rushing out the door, tripping over his own feet, and starting the car in a wild hurry. His mom wasn't kidding. He had three minutes to get to work.

Luckily, Clay had a habit of speeding without getting caught. He revved his engine and muttered, "Bring it on, Father Time."

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Posting soon, gotta get school stuff done tho.

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@HaleyTheRandom Good luck on your finals! :D

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Clay

Name: Clay Myers

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Human Appearance: By andrahilde (I hope a sketch is okay!)

Wolf Appearance: By Ian Macfadyen

Personality: Tries to be funny, fails a lot. Addicted to the internet and to coffee, always on his phone. (The first thing he will ask you: "Do you know the wifi password?") Taking a gap year before he goes to college, and lives with his parents who both know he is a werewolf. He has two types of freaking out, which, under stress, should be expected: a. he will yell into the sky, or b. he will curl up in fetal position on the ground, preferably under some furniture. Transforms impulsively when he "feels like it."

Bio: Clay found out he was a werewolf when he was 11, already struggling to make friends in middle school, and his mother got a peculiar call that went a little something like, "Hey. Can you pick your son up from school? He's... he turned into a... I'll explain when you're here, please hurry." One or two times a week he had this issue, and needless to say he was homeschooled until high school, when he was able to control his ability. Other than the whole werewolf thing, he's a pretty normal, glued-to-his-screen kind of guy.

Other: Allergic to certain kinds of pollen.

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Name: Clay Myers

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Human Appearance: By andrahilde (I hope a sketch is okay!)

Wolf Appearance: By Ian Macfadyen

Personality: Tries to be funny, fails a lot. Addicted to the internet and to coffee, always on his phone. (The first thing he will ask you: "Do you know the wifi password?") Taking a gap year before he goes to college, and lives with his parents who both know he is a werewolf. He has two types of freaking out, which, under stress, should be expected: a. he will yell into the sky, or b. he will curl up in fetal position on the ground, preferably under some furniture. Transforms impulsively when he "feels like it."

Bio: Clay found out he was a werewolf when he was 11, already struggling to make friends in middle school, and his mother got a peculiar call that went a little something like, "Hey. Can you pick your son up from school? He's... he turned into a... I'll explain when you're here, please hurry." One or two times a week he had this issue, and needless to say he was homeschooled until high school, when he was able to control his ability. Other than the whole werewolf thing, he's a pretty normal, glued-to-his-screen kind of guy.

Other: Allergic to certain kinds of pollen.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

I actually wrote something? My hand must have slipped

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

Screefoot came to stand close to Amberleaf, imitating his calm demeanor and gazing critically at Briar. While she was relieved that the interloper was no threat (although it took a few moments to remember he was formerly one of them), his presence did make her tail flick in slight annoyance: his kinship with the medicine cat was unimportant. What mattered right now was that he was not part of BoulderClan, and therefore didn't belong here. It would take a lot of work to maintain a secure border, she knew, and Briar, as a loner, was not going to make it easy. Just by being here, Briar was setting an example for any loner or rogue who happened upon his scent. That example might to some be taken as a sign that BoulderClan was lax about their territory.

Patiently, the warrior allowed her deputy to do the talking. When he had finished, she added: "It is kind of you to bring a fresh kill. But really, you must be careful." With a tinge of warning in her voice, she said, "One day you may be caught by warriors who don't remember you, and you won't be so lucky."

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Burrpelt would have loved to stay and entertain the kits, but he did have a patrol to join. Smiling amiably, he stood back up after prying the little ones off of his fur. "You will be fine warriors one day," he purred. "For now, you all have plenty of other opportunities to practice your stalking on." He waved his tail in the general direction of where other OakClan cats were. "Don't get in too much trouble while I'm gone."

Smiling, the deputy trotted from camp with his tail pointing skyward, his previous misstep forgotten in the joy of the kitten attack, to join the patrol.

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Cinnamon was tired, very tired, and thirsty. With every step her paws felt a little heavier, and the only thing preventing her ribcage from showing itself to the world was her thick white pelt. She was grateful for it; her tiredness hardly showed except for a few small mats on her back. Her tail streamed out behind her and her gait was springy, albeit less than when her journey with Leaf had begun. Her friend and companion spoke to her, and she swiveled her ears to signal she was listening.

"A rest and a hunt would both do us well, provided we can catch anything." Cinnamon didn't want to say anything, but she was immensely glad her friend had suggested it. "But I'm doing well! Are you?"