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DerpymuffinArtist [2016-11-27 02:12:22 +0000 UTC]

Very nice character! I love sweet heart characters like this.
I might apply to adopt him, if he's not already been adopted by the time you see this.

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stalker034 [2016-03-02 19:10:07 +0000 UTC]

Cool!

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BattyCup [2016-03-02 08:02:07 +0000 UTC]

I really wanted to try out for Ferretpaw the first time you came out with him--in fact, I think he might have been the reason I watched you--but I got here a bit late and someone had already taken the adopt. I'm so pleased I get a second chance at him ^^ although it's under awful circumstances

So, my little blurb about why I want Ferretpaw and what I'll do with him. Why I want him: I mean. Look at him. He's the cutest friggen dork, and the situations in which he's a massive awkward dorky mess are endless. My plans for him: I want Ferretpaw to be basically a foil to Lizardpaw. She's cunning and brutal, while he's spacey and accepting. She's of average size and has ambition, he'll either be a lanky goober or a smol shortie and be laid back. I see Ferretpaw constantly reaching out to his sister and bugging her about her attitude, trying to worm his way into her life by being his extroverted, bubbly self. But I feel that his efforts would usually end with Lizardpaw shutting him out even more, confusing and exacerbating Ferretpaw. I see him making up games and competitions between apprentices, and (strangely) I see him being a secret gossip-monger. Not in an overt way, but I could totally see him noticing some juicy conversations and dropping by to eavesdrop nonchalantly, and when his cover is blown, he just pretends to trip or do something clumsily so he can distract them and run away. Overall though, he'll be a sweetie who just wants to make everyone happy (which only adds to his frustrations with Lizardpaw since she's so grumpy all the time).

A quick little example of how I'd RP him:
Ferretpaw tumbled into the apprentice's hut, his whole body alive with movement as he quickly trotted around the small living quarters, checking every cranny of the hut for other apprentices before settling in the very far corner, crouching. A sweet smile curled his lips, for once glad to have the hut to himself. His eyes were bright and wild with barely contained excitement and mischief as he carefully unfolded his clasped hands, peeking into the shallow bowl he had created with them. 
A soft, trilling noise greeted him, a tiny beak poking through his fingers as he smiled. It was such a small bird, a baby really. She had fallen out of her nest and her mother had abandoned her. Ferretpaw nudged the side of her face gently, her downy feathers soft to the touch. She chirped in protest to which Ferretpaw responded by squawking awkwardly in surprise, his ears pinning themselves to his head. He shushed her fervently and looked at the hut's entrance nervously. He shouldn't have saved the bird, he knew. Birds were prey, things meant to be hunted and eaten. His mentor (much less Lizardpaw) wouldn't take too kindly to him bringing live prey into camp when it served a much better purpose dead. Ferretpaw winced, thinking about his grumpy sister. She'd probably rattle off a list of reasons why what he was doing was the dumbest idea on the planet, and she'd be right.
But he couldn't ignore his heart when he had first seen the poor chick all alone in the roots of a tree. He could tell that she was lonely, a feeling Ferretpaw was deathly afraid of. He couldn't leave her there by herself. She needed a friend. And Ferretpaw thought himself to be a very good one. 
The sandy haired apprentice smiled as the bird quieted, lulled by his warmth and soothing shushes. He pet her gently with his finger before clasping his hands once more, closing them safely around the chick. He walked carefully over to his cot, hooking a small satchel on his foot and opening it awkwardly with his toes. Ferretpaw deposited the now sleeping bird into the pouch, tying it closed and slinging it on his hip.
He stood, a secretive grin on his face as he strode out of the hut. Yes, he would be a good friend to her and help her grow strong enough to fly so she could be with her birdy friends once more. But until then, he was all she had, and he was going to make sure she was safe.

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Hugh-Janus [2015-12-06 04:31:38 +0000 UTC]

This boy also now comes with some lovely art by the fantastic CravingCrows <3
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Eeveelutions95 [2015-12-05 23:27:47 +0000 UTC]

Omg he's such a cutie omg-- I hope he ends up going to a good home! ;w;  

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CravingCrows [2015-12-05 16:47:55 +0000 UTC]

that amazing Anatomy tho

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crashsquared [2015-12-05 07:48:25 +0000 UTC]

I do all of my rps on skype but I'm interested in this as it seems unique and something I'd enjoy! It took me a bit, and then I decided to just write what I'd think his daily life would be. A day, morning, etc of his life basically. I hope you enjoy it.

-Ferretpaw and the Pesky Butterfly-

Ferretpaw had only been napping for less than an hour when he'd been disturbed. It was around lunchtime, in the noonish hours, and he'd gotten a good few hours of training and decided to head off and take a break from the rest of the clan for once. He hadn't wandered far from the perimeters of the village, as he wasn't in the mood for true exploration that day[even though he loved to explore he really did!]. He'd made it to one of his favourite places, a small clearing he'd come to love and went to when he was feeling overly stressed or just wanted alone time. He loved his siblings, really he did, but sometimes even he[in all his cheerfulness and seemingly endless abundance of energy and love of socialising] needed a break. So he'd headed to the clearing, and decided after a while of relaxing[after he'd trained a bit of course. wouldn't do to lose all his skills by getting rusty] that he'd take a nap. Or really, his body decided for him.

The clearing really WAS beautiful, full of greens and wildlife, and surrounded by trees of many kinds. Oak mostly, and all were tall and imposing, giving the atmosphere a protective tint through the utter peacefulness it seemed to exude. Flowers were in bloom, though the trees were beginning to change colour the closer to Autumn the weather turned. Flowers still dotted the small space, most of them blue and purple in colour, with a few yellow here and there. A few rose bushes littered the left, and he loved them, as well as all the kinds of flowers that grew in the small grove. He used them to their fullest when he didn't just leave them be to grow and be beautiful, braiding the colourful blossoms into his furs tail and putting others behind his ear. It was a challenge to do the last, as his ears were very active and tended to perk up and move around randomly without him giving much thought, if any, about it. He felt he'd gotten pretty good reflexes catching the flowers that flew or fell out from behind his ear to be honest.

The largest tree, in the center, is where he was, leaning back against it as his eyes drooped and slowly closed completely, his breathing coming in small and soft breathes the more he relaxed and the deeper he fell into the mighty depths of Dionysus' clutches. It wasn't long until he fell to sleep completely, un-noticing of the critters moving closer to his resting place to poke and prod and then lay around him. His sword lay beside him, easily grabbed if he woke up to trouble. As a butterfly, pretty, yellow and black mixed, landed on his nose, Ferretpaw slid down the back of the tree even more, the rough bark scratching at his back but not waking him up in the least as his nose twitched. He waves at it lazily, in a way similar of someone drunk or very asleep and not quite awake yet. The butterfly moves back, flaps it's wings, and tries again. It's a frustrating endevour after that, Ferretpaw TRYING to sleep, the butterfly never letting him go back completely into the clutches of the sleeping world. Eventually Ferretpaw snaps open his eyes and finds himself crosseyed, having a staring contest with a small bug and feeling a deep sense of bemusement as he realises he's losing the battle.

Well. He'd make sure not to lose the war.

That decision made, he shoos the butterfly off, and then begins a new game, with him chasing the butterfly to try and scare it away, and the butterfly always coming back to aggravate him in some manner. By the end of it, he's tired himself out again, sweating, and once more against the tree. And, as he begins to doze again, the butterfly is back, landing on a flower tangled in his tail. Finally, Ferretpaw is allowed his rest after his second work out, or really his play, and the butterfly gets what it wanted in the first place.

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