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Post by Sunmist/Tessa on Feb 20, 2010 21:35:55 GMT
A Little About The Puppet Master
Theme Song
Very Mild Superpowers- David O'Doherty
I grew up thinking
I was just an ordinary kid
Just doing things
That ordinary kids did
But years passed me and I began to see
Certain strange abilities
I'm not a hero
But I'm not a freak
I just have...
Very mild superpowers
Very mild superpowers
Like sometimes when I'm cycling
With headphones on
I can predict exactly where I'll be
At the end of a song
Very mild superpowers
Frequently in kitchens where I've never been
I can sense the location
Of the cups and crockery
I'm talking about
Very mild superpowers
My legs aren't bionic
My eyes aren't x-rays
But I'm a very good judge of whether things will fit through doorways
(Sofas, tables in particular)
But for every mild superpower
There's a very mild super-weakness too
I get nauseous round the smell of bins
I'm afraid of certain shop mannequins
I hate the cheese that's individually sliced and vacuum-wrapped in plastic
I can never tell when people are being sarcastic...
(Spoken)
"Oh Dave, I really like that new song"
"Do you?"
"No!"
"Oh..."
Maybe that's because you fear....
My very mild superpowers
Look within
I'm not a mutant
I'm just a man
A man, who happens to be frighteningly good
At getting broken pens
To work... again
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Post by Sunmist/Tessa on Feb 20, 2010 22:28:49 GMT
Sunmist
Hello Comrade! My name is Sunmist. I hail from Riverclan as the clans Medicine Cat, and I am the proud mentor to the clans medicine cat apprentice, Otterpaw. My clan is my kin, and for that I am very grateful. I have many friends; I entrust Ebonstar with my life, and I am quite fond Nightstalker , a sweet she-cat (though a little confused...). And of course I adore my apprentice. But for now we cannot be friends, merely mentor and apprentice. The life of a medicine cat is a hard one, but it is one I wouldn't trade a million moons for.
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Post by Sunmist/Tessa on Feb 21, 2010 6:13:09 GMT
Doomkit/paw
Huh. Why do you care, of all cats? Eh?! Hmm.... ahrrg, fine. I'm Doomkit, I am a shadow clan to-be apprentice. What? Well of course I'm a she-cat mouse brain! Only a fool would mistake me for a tom. I have no kin and so far my only friend is Emberkit... but I am loyal to my clan, through and through, and when I become a warrior I will be the fiercest cat in all the forests, and all of my apprentices will be trained to be the same way. Well, not that I will be a slave driver, but they will have discipline and respect and focus. They will know their place well enough, as I will find mine some day. I hope...
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Post by Sunmist/Tessa on Feb 21, 2010 6:25:26 GMT
Darkpaw
Hello there. I am Darkpaw, apprentice to Thunderclan leader Leafstar. I am a tom, as I am sure you have figured out by now. My kin are dead or dead to me. My past is dark and frankly, I wish I could rid myself of it. But I have a feeling that I will never be able to live in peace as long as I know my older brother Dante is alive. I fear that he may bring turmoil to my clan... but, ah, I'm just a worrisome cat sometimes. Could a mouse-brained piece of fox-dung like him take on a whole clan of warriors? I think not.
But, then again... Ah! I must not forget the strength of my clan, and of my fellow apprentices such as my new-found friend Mothpaw, who is a lot like me... I like that. I like Mothpaw.
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Post by Sunmist/Tessa on Feb 21, 2010 6:40:13 GMT
Littlefrost
Image thanks to Google Image Search
Oh, hi there! What a welcomed surprise. I haven't had a good conversation in moons, you have no idea how much I have longed for a good chat. Oh, but look at me. Complaining like an elder-- sorry!-- but, anyway let me introduce myself; I am known as Littlefrost, a loyal warrior to Windclan. My father, Sharpthorn, is an elder in Windclan and is quite dear to me. I'll often go in to visit him, almost every day, to share tongues. But, alas, he will be on his way to hunt with Starclan any moon now. *sigh* but he has lived a valiant life, Sharpthorn. My mother died kitting me, and so he found a replacement and raised me on his own. He has been there for me ever since. I have yet to train an apprentice, and to kit a litter of my own. But he will be there for me then too, even in spirit as he walks with Starclan.
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