We're part of a story, part of a tale. We're all on this journey, no one is to stay. Where ever it's going. What is the way?
Welcome
Warrior Cats is een rollenspel gebaseerd op de serie 'Warriors' van Erin Hunter. Je verkent hier al schrijvend de geliefde wereld van de Clankatten, rogues en kittypets. Dit doe je door je eigen karakter aan te maken, waarbij je bijna alles zelf mag bepalen over uiterlijk en karakter. Wild of tam, goed of slecht, sociaal of eenling? Help jij oorlogen te voorkomen? Of ben je een van de katten die hongerig opzoek is naar een groter territorium en meer macht? Het kan allemaal op Warrior Cats.
KIND OF WEATHER
NEWLEAF
Season
Newleaf, 10°C - 20°C
Langzaam maar zeker komen de eerste bloemen weer op. De zon breekt weer door wat zorgt voor een aantal warme dagen. Newleaf zet alles in volle bloei.
Though not a big fan of Rules, order and most importantly keeping his mouth shut, English sure was a class in which he found joy. And it wasn't even because he liked reading, after all, you were forced to read certain books and once it was a case of having too the Canadian lost all dedication and or will to do so, even if he likes the books he's forced to read. I guess you could say he didn't like the pressure of being forced to do anything, it made him feel enclosed, it limited his breathing space whenever the word having to came up. No, what it was about English he liked the most, was way simpler than that,it was the fact he just was generally good at it. Aren't it always the subjects you are best at that you are most interested in?
But it wasn't English he was most interested in now, oh no, something completely different caught his attention now, something french. With a simple grin, he turned his head to Chris a girl sitting not far away from him, perhaps she needed some help with the language huh? With ease, he quickly managed to switch seats before anyone else managed to take it. "Bonjour bonjour" he greeted the girl, a playfully grin on his face as he placed down his books "ça va madame?" proudly he looked her straight in the eye, unknowing of his own thick english accent when he spoke the language part of his homeland spoke on the daily
She had come into the classroom quietly; the thought of prom still being tossed around in her head. English wasn’t her favorite subject, not because she was bad at it, but because the constant chattering of people who didn’t take literature seriously annoyed her to no end. She sat down at her table and rummaged through her bag, getting out her textbook en pencil case. When she raised her head again, however, Chris noticed she had been joined by someone else: Someone had taken the empty seat next to her. A rather handsome boy grinned almost goofily at her, and Chris had already raised a questioning eyebrow when he spoke. Both of her eyebrows plummeted again into a frown, was he mocking her? Or was he just showing off his French? She knew that Nick was originally from Canada, perhaps that was where the thick accent came from. ”Essayer d'impressionner, je suppose?” She said quickly, gazing at him, almost playfully, he was definitely trying to impress her. ”Qu'est-ce que tu veux de moi, de toute façon? But what did he want? Didn’t he know that she spoke both languages fine?
French, she anwsered in french. For a bit he was left standing utterly confused as if it was so unexpected that the french girl would reply in french when you asked her something in her own language. However enough of a surprise to wipe the goddamn smirk off his face it wasn't. She seemed interested, her voice had sounded playful, there was no defeat yet. Besides, his french, though not that great, was somewhat okay enough to at least puzzle the few words together. With a keen eye for single words he thus kept his gaze upon her, she was pretty, that was for sure, her playful expression enough to keep the interest of the Canadian glued onto her, a challenge? Was it gonna become a challenge? Trying to impress her? Oh yeh he sure was, why else would he cross the entire goddamn classroom just to show off his beautiful french huh? But clear on the matter she didn't seem to be as it wouldn't be long after or she already asked him what he was doing here anyway. With a tiny shrug and his deep blue eyes fixed upon her he answered in the best french he could come up with "Uh- oui oui, je-" his eyes filled up with doubt as he struggled with the words "Ici, becoup? ehhh- pour vous aider avec anglish...peut-être?" A hopeless grin appeared on his face, it was true, he hadn't planned it all out as he should've but aye, it showed effort...didn't it?
Christell Adrianna Catherine Cariveau [Chris] AU Crystalshell
His confused look gave Chris great joy, she smiled widely and waited for his retort. However; Nick didn’t seem too faced by her sudden display of the French language, as he kept beaming at her. Oh lord, what must others think they were doing? He started again, quite roughly and she smiled serenely. From what she gathered from the disjointed sentence he had wanted to help her with English. Slightly offended, she gazed at the boy. ”Do I give off the impression that I can’t speak English?” She asked him, still with a flair of her french accent. She spoke quieter now, as the class had started. ”I don’t need your help speaking a language that I always have spoken, thank you very much.” She hissed, although the twinkle in her eyes hadn’t completely subsided. He was a goofball and had made premature conclusions about her, but he seemed nice. And his broken French had been quite adorable to her.
Onderwerp: ça va? 
di 25 aug 2020 - 17:12
