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Fall, Little Warriors, Fall (Official RP)
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The Eighteen Types in a world of Pokemon live in mostly peaceful times. It isn't always at peace, for territory and supply demands cause fights on the regular. But for the most part, the Pokemon Clans live in harmony. Yet how long can this last? Is it possible that a turn may cause chaos and disrupt the Balance? Take a peek, and see...
Today is a big day for the Clans. The sun is shining, Bird Pokemon are singing, the weather is pristine. It is a perfect setting for a major event; The Ceremony of Decision. This was indeed the agreed upon day of the season cycle that would allow the Fleshed Four Clans to meet in one place in the ultimate show of peace amid Pokemon. Young Hatchlings were eagerly waiting to be escorted to the CenterPeace, the one place the four clan territories meet, for the Ceremony. Other Pokemon, specifically already named Apprentices, Warriors, Healers, and Raisers, watch over the of age Hatchlings with fondness at their excitement, while elders reminisce on their own Ceremonies. Although there is an air of worry and nerves.
Over the last couple months, many Hatchlings had been born. Amid those hatched, there was a strange increase of Dual Dark and Dual Ghost Pokemon, alongside stillborns who were of Pure Type of either of the mentioned. SpiritClan, the realm of Ghosts, has been quiet in regard to the matter. What could this mean for the Fleshed Clans and the Passed Clans??
Morior quickly distanced themselves from Ferredux, giggling slightly while doing so. "Sir, you know as well as I do that I am never satisfied." She then attempted to tickle Ferredux's neck with one of her feelers to no avail. Realizing that attempting to tickle a metallic, hardened soldier such as Ferredux was fruitless, Morior quickly shifted gears to making humorous comments about the hatchlings. "Looks like we got a rather large helping of Ghost types this year," she said with a smile "SpiritClan will never be more livelier! There appears to also be a solid amount of possible TwinklingsightClan members, if your ugly mug doesn't make them cry back to their BirthClan!" she said nudging Ferredux in the shoulder. Realizing that Ferredux was getting more impatient with her by the minute, Morior decided it would be a good idea to bail out rather than be on the receiving end of that nasty plasma glaive. "Anyways, catch you later you big ol' clanker" With that parting shot, Morior glided away laughing to herself before settling in a nearby tree to watch the ceremony from afar.
Buried in the dirt, Sumi hummed nonchalantly as he observed the milling pokemon before him. Opening his mouth to let out a yawn, he lazily wondered where he could go to next for a nice nap. The dirt in the ceremonial grounds wasn't very good, much too dry and full of worries to be anything comfortable. Ah, be recently, all the good mud spots have been drying up, even the ones by the raging river bank that always threatened to pull even the most experienced of swimmers under the currents. Sumi liked it when things were nice and relaxed, where the biggest problem he had to deal with were hatchings who had stepped on a thorn accidentally. Shaking his head, Sumi buried himself deeper into the dry dirt and closed his eyes, hoping to rest a bit before everything began in earnest
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Bubble was out, wandering the livelihood of Spiritclan. But something seemed wrong. Very wrong, infact. There's a sudden rage of Ghost Types popping in the place. Left, right, front, back. Bubble looked around, noticing the sudden rush. On the bright side, he's gonna have more friends. On a bad note, all of this seems oh so very wrong. Bubble pondered about the amount of Ghost Types suddenly being born. Bubble shrugged it off, maybe it was just more Ghost Types breeding. He went out to hunt for food again, like he was previously doing. He suddenly stopped in his tracks. No. This is not just more Ghost Types breeding. Something's going on. Whatever it is, it's bad.
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Setting up a little arts and crafts corner to keep the little ones entertain if they wish to do so, as Sebastian was also there offering berries of whatever one they made choose from their satchel to give out as a little snack for the kids, as Sebastian refuse to join in the arts and crafts due to it being too messy even if Esther kept trying to at least get them to do one craft. "Esther for the million time, I'm not getting my precious mane potentially dirty with paint and especially not my hooves, do you know how long it takes to wash that kind of stuff out of these!?" He protests well his hot pink horn gave a soft glow well levitating a berry to a young hatchling due to them being part psychic type, "Oh come on you're no fun, it's not going to kill ya, at least you can wash that stuff out in the first place!" He giggles out at them while doing some painting themselves as they used their psychic powers to float the brush to paint on the paper, occasionally looking up when a young one would eagerly show them their art piece as they would give them high praise and encourage them, with Sebastian letting out a light sigh as he went back to focusing to giving the kids the little berry snack he was offering.
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Blitzy was peacefully painting with their hoof by lightly dipping it into the paint and then carefully pressing it on the paper, with Chompers painting beside them by holding the paintbrush in their mouth that they greatly restrain their jaw power to not break it in half, when you had enough strength alone to tear a automobile apart then snapping stuff in half was a cakewalk for them. Being quite a messy one as they soon flicked a good chunk of paint onto Blitzy cheek, "Chompers, I am not a canvas!" They bark back to them while looking over as Esther soon caught eye of this when they were done looking at another picture, calmly floating over a rag so they could wipe off the paint as Esther looking down and over at Chompers. "Chompers, we PAINT the paper, NOT our friend sweetheart, okay?" "S-Sorry Biltzy..." "It's okay Chompers, I know you didn't mean to!" Esther let out in a light stern voice as Chompers quickly apologize as Esther smiles upon hearing Blitzy quickly forgiving them, with the two of them going back to painting and Chompers being a lot more careful and not nearly as messy as before.
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(Finally, my day, my favorite days out of all the day, the day where I can be out back in society without being chased back to that unbearable Clan!) Kokoro pleasantly thought to themselves as they wish this day could be every day in their life, closing their eyes as they did so before slowly reopening them and glance around the frolicking and playing kids that was scattered around to an uncountable number, sitting on a rock a little farther off to the side as they watch kids flee in terror soon as they caught eye of them. (And that's kid number 75 who ran off, let's see if I reach the record of 100 again...) Kokoro talks to themselves in their head again as they show no reaction when they did as this was about every tuesday of a reaction for them, besides what did they expect one day would tell every kid from the moment that they could walk to not interact with a Absol, as long as you didn't want a impending doom disaster following you by simply looking at them and especially talking to them, not that they could change this fact as in reality their species would actually try to warn incoming disasters when they happen, but they can't help that people will tend to believe a old stupid tale then coming from one of the species of this pokemon themselves.
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Sparring it out as kids kept a good distance to not be hit accidentally by an attack with fascination, with Trishanku attempting to cut them with their wing as Haku blocked it with their biggest arm scale, shortly following with a dragon claw from the other arm that they slash across the front of the wing, Trishanku letting out a hiss as they retreat In the time being before beginning to step back. "Haha, I see that you're getting better at countering and blocking Haku from my wing slashes!" "Thank but don't have me take all the credit, it thanks to you that I'm getting so good in the first place!" Haku chuckles out as Trishanku respond back with a happy smirk towards them, "let's take a break for now, we don't want to make a ruckus during the ceremonies do we?" he suggest as Haku quickly nods in agreement back, "Of course!" They agree without hesitation as they quickly run to sit beside Trishanku who has already sat down on the grass that had a good view of the ceremony up ahead, Trishanku not at all worried about the injury of the scratch running across their wings as they could get it treated later after the ceremony.
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He laughed and chuckled to himself, the apprentice using the slight time to himself to practice fighting techniques. Although sloppy in nature, at least it was an attempt.
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She observed the Monferno bouncing around hollering with excitement and couldn't help but to smile to herself. Today was supposed to be a happy day, and she should be too. As long as everything went smoothly, everything would return to pretty much normal the next day, and she couldn't wait to start training again.
She crushed the flower before that thought could form. No matter what anyone would say, this was her new home. She needed to remind herself of this fact. She then grabbed a purple flower and started to grind down the pulp. Using this pulp she mixed it into her herbal tea. Once she drank the tea, some of her more red feathers faded away turning a more cyan color.
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He chuckled at the antic, standing on his two feet and walking with his arms folded behind his head like he had been there all along, humming softly to himself as he trekked alongside his clanmates. In all reality, he wasn't quite sure what to expect, keeping it to himself that he hadn't paid much attention the year prior. He mumbled something about 'hoping it wasn't too boring,' before turning his gaze up to the sky and watching the clouds as he walked along.
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As the Pokemon of the RockySeaClan trekked towards the CenterPeace for the Ceremony of Decision, there was a small group of Hatchlings happily chasing each other and generally goofing around. However, there was one Hatchling who wasn't amid the playful group, ostracized and kept away from the other Hatchlings even those of their own blood family.
Eris was a Shiny Snorunt stumbling amid the Clan members, trying to not get in anyone's way and not get left behind. Her light blue Snow Hat body twitched occasionally as she looked around worriedly. So far so good in terms of being left alone... Eris was, honestly, scared for the Ceremony. The Snorunt line wasn't something she was a fan of, let alone the final form Glalie. It was probably more inline with her bias in regards to her blood family.....
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As the members of the TwinklingSightClan began their trek to the CenterPeace for the Ceremony of Decision, there was a group of Hatchlings and Apprentices walking/floating together. The Hatchlings were nervous about the Ceremony but the Apprentices were kindly encouraging them and giving them last minute advice. However, there was one Apprentice who was trying to stay near the Deputy and Leader of the Clan, rather unimpressed by the chattering of the Hatchlings and Apprentices.
Octavia was a rather unique little Floette and she knew it well. She was one in a million as she was born with an Eternal Flower, something that hadn't been seen in centuries. This, accompanied by her advanced skills made her predisposed to be somewhat vain. She constantly was in search of shiny trinkets and lovely materials to adorn herself with...
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The Clans made their ways to the CenterPeace. The CenterPeace was a special place of Peace, due to agreements made centuries before. No fighting and no war was allowed at the CenterPeace. The area had special sectioning, which encouraged inter Clan relations. There were areas for the to-decide Hatchlings, an area for Apprentices, for Warriors, for Raisers, and even Healers. Near the center was a formation designated for Deputies and Leaders. There was also a higher point for a 'special guest', usually a Legendary/Mythical, who would oversee the Ceremonies and discussions.
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Beginning to smell a wiff of fire as Esther immediately raised his head with concerned and looked over to the direction that the smell was coming from, "I-I think there's a fire going on nearby, we got to evacuate the hatchling near that area so they don't get hurt by the fire!" He cries out in the frantic tone as Sebastian quickly stand up raising their head towards Esther. "You go, I'll take care of all the kids here as you are a raiser after all!" He confidently replied as Esther with s down at them to shake their head before running off, Sebastian quickly doing their best to ease the Hatchlings at the arts and crafts center concern and the smell of dangerous they were smelling.
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"...It looks like the bad boy struck again..." They let out a long sigh while mumbling under their breath as they immediately rushed towards the smell of the fire at a fast pace, reaching there before everyone else as they squint their eyes towards the spreading fire before thankfully noticing some way too familiar footprints. Shortly following them into the woods as they ran at a high pace while following the footsteps, "I hope someone is prepared for a little smacking!" They mumbled under their breaths again as they soon began screaming out, "BACCRUX, YOU STOP RUNNING WHEREVER YOU ARE!" They screech out in the woods in a clearly not so happy tone.
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Unable to smell the fire from where they were at as Mika nervously watch everyone beginning to get in place, many so eager to finally pick what Clan they're going to make their home in and to become a representing face of it, to her all she cared about that they we're seeming to have fun. Everything seem to be going well so far, and they would love for it to be kept that way as they would tell anyone that was interested in maybe joining there's as they would come up to to her themselves, explaining in great detail what hers had to offer and what the habitats were like and all the different areas, having a great time doing so about as they felt a sense of fondness and enjoyment describing their home that they didn't plan to leave in the slightest with such nice and praising words.
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"Are you nervous for the ceremony?" She asked.
She padded along quietly, feeling a little better now that someone had come to talk with her. But not knowing what to expect ahead still made her nervous. Something smelled off fire, but she couldn't tell from where. Was there a ceremonial fire ahead?
...Do I really wish to still be alone?
Shutting down that thought she brought her fan back up to her face. Quickly she hid any tears that came from her eyes. No one could know of her mistakes. She would make sure that fact was kept true.
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Then he goes for practicing near a water fall in mountains to learn new moves, but he wasn't able to find any opponents cause it was too high ground maybe, when he was returning to his home he found a crystal locket, he doesn't to who this locket belongs so he takes that locket and goes to home.
"I guess you're right about that," she said shyly, "but honestly I'd much rather take a nap then start conversations. I'm sure you'll be able to make plenty of friends!"
She frowned and started thinking to herself. She could make a great warrior if she tried hard enough, but was that really what she wanted? Hurting others felt... wrong. But hunting was so much fun and she didn't want to give that up. Besides, it wasn't likely that the clans would fight any time soon
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"You're definitely right about that! I'm so curious about all the other pokemon, especially the ones that are different colors than the rest. But id never get the courage to talk to them. Besides, I've got you, don't I?" She purred.
They had been walking for quite awhile now, but she didn't mind. Aside from her rising anxiety, that is. But she could faintly make out the mixture of scents, old and new, not far ahead; they shouldnt be too far away now.
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