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Your Psychopath Apprentice
I've made a charart out of my boredomish time for saint patrick's day and to practice dappling. Advice from my mentor? her names cloverleaf:

I put it up here cause i'm going to put this on my userpage for patty's. practicing deh brownehs for a first. 03:41, March 10, 2013 (UTC)

Since you're my mentor, I was wondering if you could show me fuzzy shading for Snowstar(my current project) thanks! Having trouble with that... 04:10, March 13, 2013 (UTC)

Thanks! Should I just duplicate the layer, or make more dashes over them? Also, do you want me to do a black-and-white cat next, or another solid cat like a black or white one? 02:18, March 19, 2013 (UTC)

Sorry been busy, woof. 

Quick Question
Hey Whiskey, If you don't mind me asking, what program do you use to make your chararts? . 22:28, March 22, 2013 (UTC)

Okay, thanks! ^^ . 05:59, March 23, 2013 (UTC)

Hi
Your old apprentice is back, not for long, maybe, but I'd like some advice on how you did your Weaselwhisker charart and how you did such a gorgeous fur pattern? Can I also have a critique on a dappled/spotted fur pattern I did here?

http://www.iaza.com/work/130326C/iaza14310066370700.png Hooh54 (talk) 02:22, March 26, 2013 (UTC)hooh54

Okay, thanks! Here are some tabbies, Jayfeather and some kitty. http://www.iaza.com/work/130331C/iaza14310049861600.png and http://www.iaza.com/work/130331C/iaza14310029463600.png I hope I get to your level of art one day. You're a fantastic artist.

Yolo
Still blame it on you. c:  00:37, April 1, 2013 (UTC)

Re:
But now, sire,—lat me se—what I shal seyn? A ha! by God, I have my tale ageyn. Whan that my fourthe housbonde was on beere, I weep algate, and made sory cheere, As wyves mooten, for it is usage, And with my coverchief covered my visage; But for that I was purveyed of a make, I wepte but smal, and that I undertake! To chirche was myn housbonde born a morwe With neighebores, that for hym maden sorwe, And Jankyn, oure clerk, was oon of tho. As help me God, whan that I saugh hym go After the beere, me thoughte he hadde a paire Of legges and of feet so clene and faire That al myn herte I gaf unto his hoold. He was, I trowe, a twenty wynter oold, And I was fourty, if I shal seye sooth; But yet I hadde alwey a coltes tooth. Gat-tothed I was, and that bicam me weel, I hadde the prente of seïnte Venus seel. As help me God, I was a lusty oon, And faire and riche, and yong, and wel bigon, And trewely, as myne housbondes tolde me, I hadde the beste quonyam myghte be. For certes, I am al Venerien In feelynge, and myn herte is Marcien; Venus me gaf my lust, my likerousnesse, And Mars gaf me my sturdy hardynesse. Myn áscendent was Taur, and Mars therinne; Allas, allas! that evere love was synne! I folwed ay myn inclinacioun By vertu of my constellacioun, That made me I koude noght withdrawe My chambre of Venus from a good felawe. Yet have I Martes mark upon my face, And also in another, privee, place. For God so wys be my savacioun, I ne loved nevere by no discrecioun, But evere folwede myn appetit,— Al were he short, or long, or blak, or whit; I took no kep, so that he liked me, How poore he was, ne eek of what degree.


 * Geoffrey Chaucer

Ado >:C 20:17, April 7, 2013 (UTC)

Here biginneth the Book of the Tales of Caunterbury.

Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour;

Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale fowles maken melodye,

That slepen al the night with open yë, (So priketh hem nature in hir corages): Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages (And palmers for to seken straunge strondes) To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;

And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The holy blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.

Bifel that, in that seson on a day,

In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage To Caunterbury with ful devout corage,

At night was come in-to that hostelrye Wel nyne and twenty in a companye,

Of sondry folk, by aventure y-falle In felawshipe, and pilgrims were they alle, That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde; The chambres and the stables weren wyde, And wel we weren esed atte beste.

And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste, So hadde I spoken with hem everichon, That I was of hir felawshipe anon, And made forward erly for to ryse, To take our wey, ther as I yow devyse.

But natheles, whyl I have tyme and space, Er that I ferther in this tale pace, Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun, To telle yow al the condicioun Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,

And whiche they weren, and of what degree; And eek in what array that they were inne: And at a knight than wol I first biginne.

A Knight ther was, and that a worthy man, That fro the tyme that he first bigan

To ryden out, he loved chivalrye, Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisye. Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And therto hadde he riden (no man ferre) As wel in Cristendom as hethenesse,

And ever honoured for his worthinesse.

At Alisaundre he was, whan it was wonne; Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven alle naciouns in Pruce. In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce,

No Cristen man so ofte of his degree. In Gernade at the sege eek hadde he be Of Algezir, and riden in Belmarye. At Lyeys was he, and at Satalye,

Whan they were wonne; and in the Grete See

At many a noble aryve hadde he be. At mortal batailles hadde he been fiftene, And foughten for our feith at Tramissene In listes thryes, and ay slayn his foo. This ilke worthy knight had been also

Somtyme with the lord of Palatye, Ageyn another hethen in Turkye: And evermore he hadde a sovereyn prys. And though that he were worthy, he was wys, And of his port as meke as is a mayde.

He never yet no vileinye ne sayde In al his lyf, un-to no maner wight. He was a verray parfit gentil knight. But for to tellen yow of his array, His hors were gode, but he was nat gay.

Of fustian he wered a gipoun Al bismotered with his habergeoun; For he was late y-come from his viage, And wente for to doon his pilgrimage.

Squyer. With him ther was his sone, a yong Squyer,

A lovyere, and a lusty bacheler, With lokkes crulle, as they were leyd in presse. Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse. Of his stature he was of evene lengthe, And wonderly deliver, and greet of strengthe.

And he had been somtyme in chivachye, In Flaundres, in Artoys, and Picardye, And born him wel, as of so litel space, In hope to stonden in his lady grace. Embrouded was he, as it were a mede

Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and rede. Singinge he was, or floytinge, al the day; He was as fresh as is the month of May.

Short was his goune, with sleves longe and wyde. Wel coude he sitte on hors, and faire ryde.

He coude songes make and wel endyte, Iuste and eek daunce, and wel purtreye and wryte, So hote he lovede, that by nightertale He sleep namore than dooth a nightingale. Curteys he was, lowly, and servisable,

And carf biforn his fader at the table.

Yeman. A Yeman hadde he, and servaunts namo At that tyme, for him liste ryde so; And he was clad in cote and hood of grene; A sheef of pecok-arwes brighte and kene

Under his belt he bar ful thriftily; (Wel coude he dresse his takel yemanly: His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe), And in his hand he bar a mighty bowe. A not-heed hadde he, with a broun visage.

Of wode-craft wel coude he al the usage. Upon his arm he bar a gay bracer, And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler, And on that other syde a gay daggere, Harneised wel, and sharp as point of spere;

A Cristofre on his brest of silver shene. An horn he bar, the bawdrik was of grene; A forster was he, soothly, as I gesse.

Prioresse. Ther was also a Nonne, a Prioresse, That of hir smyling was ful simple and coy;

Hir gretteste ooth was but by sëynt Loy; And she was cleped madame Eglentyne. Ful wel she song the service divyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely; And Frensh she spak ful faire and fetisly,

After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, For Frensh of Paris was to hir unknowe. At mete wel y-taught was she with-alle;

She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle, Ne wette hir fingres in hir sauce depe.

Wel coude she carie a morsel, and wel kepe, That no drope ne fille up-on hir brest. In curteisye was set ful muche hir lest. Hir over lippe wyped she so clene, That in hir coppe was no ferthing sene

Of grece, whan she dronken hadde hir draughte. Ful semely after hir mete she raughte, And sikerly she was of greet disport, And ful plesaunt, and amiable of port, And peyned hir to countrefete chere

Of court, and been estatlich of manere, And to ben holden digne of reverence. But, for to speken of hir conscience, She was so charitable and so pitous, She wolde wepe, if that she sawe a mous

Caught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde. Of smale houndes had she, that she fedde With rosted flesh, or milk and wastel-breed. But sore weep she if oon of hem were deed, Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte:

And al was conscience and tendre herte. Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was; Hir nose tretys; hir eyen greye as glas; Hir mouth ful smal, and ther-to softe and reed; But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed;

It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe; For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe. Ful fetis was hir cloke, as I was war. Of smal coral aboute hir arm she bar A peire of bedes, gauded al with grene;

And ther-on heng a broche of gold ful shene, On which ther was first write a crowned A,

And after, Amor vincit omnia.

Nonne. Another Nonne with hir hadde she, 3 Preestes.

That was hir chapeleyne, and Preestes three. Monk.

A Monk ther was, a fair for the maistrye,

An out-rydere, that lovede venerye; A manly man, to been an abbot able. Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable: And, whan he rood, men mighte his brydel here

Ginglen in a whistling wind as clere, And eek as loude as dooth the chapel-belle, Ther as this lord was keper of the celle. The reule of seint Maure or of seint Beneit, By-cause that it was old and som-del streit,

This ilke monk leet olde thinges pace, And held after the newe world the space. He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen, That seith, that hunters been nat holy men; Ne that a monk, whan he is cloisterlees,

Is lykned til a fish that is waterlees; This is to seyn, a monk out of his cloistre. But thilke text held he nat worth an oistre; And I seyde, his opinioun was good. What sholde he studie, and make him-selven wood,

Upon a book in cloistre alwey to poure, Or swinken with his handes, and laboure, As Austin bit? How shal the world be served? Lat Austin have his swink to him reserved. Therfore he was a pricasour aright;

Grehoundes he hadde, as swifte as fowel in flight; Of priking and of hunting for the hare Was al his lust, for no cost wolde he spare. I seigh his sleves purfiled at the hond With grys, and that the fyneste of a lond;

And, for to festne his hood under his chin,

He hadde of gold y-wroght a curious pin: A love-knotte in the gretter ende ther was. His heed was balled, that shoon as any glas, And eek his face, as he had been anoint.

He was a lord ful fat and in good point; His eyen stepe, and rollinge in his heed, That stemed as a forneys of a leed; His botes souple, his hors in greet estat. Now certeinly he was a fair prelat;

He was nat pale as a for-pyned goost. A fat swan loved he best of any roost. His palfrey was as broun as is a berye.

Frere. A Frere ther was, a wantown and a merye, A limitour, a ful solempne man.

In alle the ordres foure is noon that can So muche of daliaunce and fair langage. He hadde maad ful many a mariage Of yonge wommen, at his owne cost. Un-to his ordre he was a noble post.

Ful wel biloved and famulier was he With frankeleyns over-al in his contree, And eek with worthy wommen of the toun: For he had power of confessioun, As seyde him-self, more than a curat,

For of his ordre he was licentiat. Ful swetely herde he confessioun, And plesaunt was his absolucioun; He was an esy man to yeve penaunce Ther as he wiste to han a good pitaunce;

For unto a povre ordre for to yive Is signe that a man is wel y-shrive. For if he yaf, he dorste make avaunt, He wiste that a man was repentaunt. For many a man so hard is of his herte,

He may nat wepe al-thogh him sore smerte. Therfore, in stede of weping and preyeres,

Men moot yeve silver to the povre freres. His tipet was ay farsed ful of knyves And pinnes, for to yeven faire wyves.

And certeinly he hadde a mery note; Wel coude he singe and pleyen on a rote. Of yeddinges he bar utterly the prys. His nekke whyt was as the flour-de-lys; Ther-to he strong was as a champioun.

He knew the tavernes wel in every toun, And everich hostiler and tappestere Bet than a lazar or a beggestere; For un-to swich a worthy man as he Acorded nat, as by his facultee,

To have with seke lazars aqueyntaunce. It is nat honest, it may nat avaunce For to delen with no swich poraille, But al with riche and sellers of vitaille. And over-al, ther as profit sholde aryse,

Curteys he was, and lowly of servyse. Ther nas no man no-wher so vertuous. He was the beste beggere in his hous;

[And yaf a certeyn ferme for the graunt;

Noon of his bretheren cam ther in his haunt;] For thogh a widwe hadde noght a sho, So plesaunt was his "In principio,"

Yet wolde he have a ferthing, er he wente. His purchas was wel bettre than his rente. And rage he coude, as it were right a whelpe.

In love-dayes ther coude he muchel helpe. For there he was nat lyk a cloisterer,

With a thredbar cope, as is a povre scoler, But he was lyk a maister or a pope. Of double worsted was his semi-cope, That rounded as a belle out of the presse.

Somwhat he lipsed, for his wantownesse,

To make his English swete up-on his tonge; And in his harping, whan that he had songe, His eyen twinkled in his heed aright,

As doon the sterres in the frosty night. This worthy limitour was cleped Huberd.

Marchant. A Marchant was ther with a forked berd,

In mottelee, and hye on horse he sat, Up-on his heed a Flaundrish bever hat; His botes clasped faire and fetisly. His resons he spak ful solempnely,

Souninge alway thencrees of his winning. He wolde the see were kept for any thing Bitwixe Middelburgh and Orewelle.

Wel coude he in eschaunge sheeldes selle. This worthy man ful wel his wit bisette;

Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette, So estatly was he of his governaunce, With his bargaynes, and with his chevisaunce. For sothe he was a worthy man with-alle, But sooth to seyn, I noot how men him calle.

Clerk. A Clerk ther was of Oxenford also,

That un-to logik hadde longe y-go. As lene was his hors as is a rake,

And he nas nat right fat, I undertake; But loked holwe, and ther-to soberly.

Ful thredbar was his overest courtepy; For he had geten him yet no benefyce, Ne was so worldly for to have offyce. For him was lever have at his beddes heed Twenty bokes, clad in blak or reed,

Of Aristotle and his philosophye, Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrye. But al be that he was a philosophre,

Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;

But al that he mighte of his freendes hente,

On bokes and on lerninge he it spente, And bisily gan for the soules preye Of hem that yaf him wher-with to scoleye. Of studie took he most cure and most hede. Noght o word spak he more than was nede,

And that was seyd in forme and reverence, And short and quik, and ful of hy sentence. Souninge in moral vertu was his speche,

And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.

Man of Lawe. A Sergeant of the Lawe, war and wys,

That often hadde been at the parvys, Ther was also, ful riche of excellence. Discreet he was, and of greet reverence: He semed swich, his wordes weren so wyse. Iustyce he was ful often in assyse,

By patente, and by pleyn commissioun; For his science, and for his heigh renoun Of fees and robes hadde he many oon.

So greet a purchasour was no-wher noon. Al was fee simple to him in effect,

His purchasing mighte nat been infect. No-wher so bisy a man as he ther nas, And yet he semed bisier than he was. In termes hadde he caas and domes alle, That from the tyme of king William were falle.

Therto he coude endyte, and make a thing, Ther coude no wight pinche at his wryting; And every statut coude he pleyn by rote.

He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote Girt with a ceint of silk, with barres smale; Of his array telle I no lenger tale.

Frankeleyn. A Frankeleyn was in his companye; Whyt was his berd, as is the dayesye. Of his complexioun he was sangwyn. Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn.

To liven in delyt was ever his wone, For he was Epicurus owne sone, That heeld opinioun, that pleyn delyt Was verraily felicitee parfyt.

An housholdere, and that a greet, was he; Seint Iulian he was in his contree. His breed, his ale, was alwey after oon; A bettre envyned man was no-wher noon. With-oute bake mete was never his hous, Of fish and flesh, and that so plentevous,

It snewed in his hous of mete and drinke, Of alle deyntees that men coude thinke. After the sondry sesons of the yeer,

So chaunged he his mete and his soper. Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in mewe,

And many a breem and many a luce in stewe. Wo was his cook, but-if his sauce were Poynaunt and sharp, and redy al his gere. His table dormant in his halle alway Stood redy covered al the longe day.

At sessiouns ther was he lord and sire; Ful ofte tyme he was knight of the shire. An anlas and a gipser al of silk

Heng at his girdel, whyt as morne milk. A shirreve hadde he been, and a countour;

Was no-wher such a worthy vavasour.

Habaerdassher. An Haberdassher and a Carpenter, Carpenter. A Webbe, a Dyere, and a Tapicer, Webbe. Dyere. Were with us eek, clothed in o liveree, Tapicer. Of a solempne and greet fraternitee.

Ful fresh and newe hir gere apyked was; Hir knyves were y-chaped noght with bras, But al with silver, wroght ful clene and weel,

Hir girdles and hir pouches every-deel.

Wel semed ech of hem a fair burgeys,

To sitten in a yeldhalle on a deys. Everich, for the wisdom that he can, Was shaply for to been an alderman. For catel hadde they y-nogh and rente, And eek hir wyves wolde it wel assente;

And elles certein were they to blame. It is ful fair to been y-clept "ma dame," And goon to vigilyës al bifore,

And have a mantel royalliche y-bore.

Cook. A Cook they hadde with hem for the nones,

To boille the chiknes with the mary-bones, And poudre-marchant tart, and galingale. Wel coude he knowe a draughte of London ale. He coude roste, and sethe, and broille, and frye, Maken mortreux, and wel bake a pye.

But greet harm was it, as it thoughte me, That on his shine a mormal hadde he;

For blankmanger, that made he with the beste.

Shipman. A Shipman was ther, woning fer by weste: For aught I woot, he was of Dertemouthe.

He rood up-on a rouncy, as he couthe, In a gowne of falding to the knee. A daggere hanging on a laas hadde he Aboute his nekke under his arm adoun. The hote somer had maad his hewe al broun;

And, certeinly, he was a good felawe. Ful many a draughte of wyn had he y-drawe From Burdeux-ward, whyl that the chapman sleep.

Of nyce conscience took he no keep. If that he faught, and hadde the hyer hond,

By water he sente hem hoom to every lond. But of his craft to rekene wel his tydes, His stremes and his daungers him bisydes, His herberwe and his mone, his lodemenage, Ther nas noon swich from Hulle to Cartage.

Hardy he was, and wys to undertake; With many a tempest hadde his berd been shake. He knew wel alle the havenes, as they were,

From Gootlond to the cape of Finistere, And every cryke in Britayne and in Spayne;

His barge y-cleped was the Maudelayne.

Doctour. With us ther was a Doctour of Phisyk, In al this world ne was ther noon him lyk To speke of phisik and of surgerye; For he was grounded in astronomye.

He kepte his pacient a ful greet del In houres, by his magik naturel. Wel coude he fortunen the ascendent

Of his images for his pacient. He knew the cause of everich maladye,

Were it of hoot or cold, or moiste, or drye, And where engendred, and of what humour; He was a verrey parfit practisour. The cause y-knowe, and of his harm the rote, Anon he yaf the seke man his bote.

Ful redy hadde he his apothecaries, To sende him drogges and his letuaries, For ech of hem made other for to winne;

Hir frendschipe nas nat newe to biginne. Wel knew he the olde Esculapius,

And Deiscorides, and eek Rufus, Old Ypocras, Haly, and Galien; Serapion, Razis, and Avicen; Averrois, Damascien, and Constantyn; Bernard, and Gatesden, and Gilbertyn.

Of his diete mesurable was he, For it was of no superfluitee, But of greet norissing and digestible.

His studie was but litel on the Bible. In sangwin and in pers he clad was al,

Lyned with taffata and with sendal; And yet he was but esy of dispence; He kepte that he wan in pestilence. For gold in phisik is a cordial, Therfore he lovede gold in special.

Thither thee go, me good sir. c: 20:35, April 7, 2013 (UTC)

Hey!
Congrats on becoming a rollback :D 23:47, April 8, 2013 (UTC)

Oi
Leave my sig alone :c 06:47 Tue Apr 23

I was away okay. 14:32 Tue Apr 23

. 05:40 Wed Apr 24

My bad
Whoops, thought it was Sunrise! Thanks for removing my clumsy mistakes. :P

Sea Light (talk) 20:52, April 24, 2013 (UTC)

Firestar
Could you send me the .psd for Firestar's StarClan charart? I'm going to be tweaking it. My email is Bbunsannon@gmail.com, and I use GIMP c: Bb  un   legs  23:52, May 3, 2013 (UTC)

Okay, maybe when you do, you can send it to me c: Bb  un   legs  03:28, May 4, 2013 (UTC)

Hey, erm, sorry to be a bit impatient, but is it possible for you to send me the file now? Bb un   legs  21:05, May 7, 2013 (UTC)

Eh, it's okay, I understand that you're getting busy and whatnot. Just remember to send it soon, okie? c: Bb  un   legs  23:56, May 8, 2013 (UTC)

Happy Birthday
Ooh, I see it's your birthday, Happy birthday! ^-^  04:10, May 4, 2013 (UTC)

User Conduct
Slurs against any group are never acceptable on Warriors Wiki or Wikia. Please familiarize yourself with Wikia's TOU. Homophobia and Hate Speech are not, nor have they ever been acceptable. As a Chat Mod you are expected to enforce the user conduct expecations defined here. Any questions, please let me know. 00:59, May 18, 2013 (UTC)
 * You supported hate speech as acceptable. I had assumed this was rooted in you thinking the lack of a local policy on conduct meant there was no rule against it rather than you thinking that calling an entire group of people F-ed up was acceptable (That is to say, I assumed you had argued in defense of Shawn Tiger in good faith rather than in personal support of his words). I would love to hear why you feel calling a group F-ed up is acceptable, as that shouldn't be a matter of personal opinion. If you are supporting it as within the rules because you agree with it, then you have an interesting approach to rules interpretation. Their are many ways in which Shawn could have approached the subject without attacking homosexuals while still choosing not the support that lifestyle. 16:00, May 18, 2013 (UTC)
 * I honestly didn't mean this to be taken as me telling you off. I meant it to be informative and ensure that you knew about the TOU (people have been guilty of more serious knowlege oversights in the past). I appologize for not articulating myself better. If you had missed the TOU, your POV that this situation didn't even warrant review was perfectly sound, well reasoned, and my assumption.
 * My personal view is that "Fed up" is a copout version of the full phase, and thus has the same meaning as the full phrase. I consider it comparable to replacing letters in a word with symbols to get around language filters: It's intent was the original word, not the softened version.
 * I feel better to know that you didn't support the attack and just considered the language to be un-offensive/lesserly offensive. (I'll admit to being a little bit worried after I realized you knew the TOU and it wasn't a simple knowlege oversight). It's good to know I was worrying over nothing (I do that with surpising frequency).
 * Ah, written communication. Where misunderstandings are far too easily undertaken. They're even more fun when both sides are misunderstanding things, like this case.
 * 12:30, May 19, 2013 (UTC)

No matter how hard we work to assume good faith, everyone slips now and again. Huzzah for apologies on all sides and moving forward! 19:00, May 20, 2013 (UTC)

Re:Sig
Oh, sorry! I didn't realize that it was broken. I'll fix it right away! Didn't want to mess up your talk page. :3

Still having slight issues trying to find out how to fix it. I am not that great coding. :3 Do you know anyone that can help me out? Thanks, Didn't want to mess up your talk page. :3

I do indeed have more than the Nosubst thing, but I have signatures on multiple wikis. Never have I been in this situation before. Didn't want to mess up your talk page. :3

Re: Senior Warrior
Thank you so much! I'm sure I will be bursting with questions, so again, thank you. :) 04:42, June 1, 2013 (UTC)

Temporary Lead - Breezewhisker C:
Formalities okay C: Hi, Breeeeeeezeeeeeewhisker! Since Duck and I will both be gone for about two weeks, we've agreed that you should be one of our covers for Project Characters, Project World, and Project Reality. Project Reality and Project World should need no maintenance other than looking out for join requests and responding to them by linking the new user to the guidelines of PW/PR and entering their name on the roster.

Join requests for Project Characters is the same, although please also link the new user to the FAQ, but since PC is more active than PW, you may also need to do some nomination work. A nomination should go without comments for a few days at least before putting asking for comments before voting (CBV) and please remember that you do not change the header. Should a nomination turn into the CBV stage, it should wait at least a few days before the nomination is turned to voting. Voting is pretty self-explanatory, just go to the project operations and enter in the name of the silver nomination, and then fill in all the necessary information and remember to preview it before publishing it.

Should the voting time period end, just conclude the vote, turn the project grade to silver on the nominated article's talk page, and then list it under the silver grade on the project page following the given format.

There really should be no more than five votes going at a time, as activity is currently, I recommend you only put two or three up right now. There should really only be one-two rounds of voting finished by the time I come back. Dappletail's Kit should remain on the page and not be archived, as with all the discussions currently. Any archiving you do should go in archive 84. It would be helpful to review the guidelines and FAQ.

You'll be working with Bbun too. I'll be gone from June 8th till the 21st, Duck will be gone from the 10th to the 25th; if you need immediate help, just consult Leggy or Paleh, if it's just a general question for future reference, you can just leave me a message on my talk or Duck's and we'll (probably) get back to you after our vacations. If you find that you may disappear for a few days, the jobs will automatically delegate to Leggy till you get back. Thanks! 20:18, June 7, 2013 (UTC)

Photoshop
Hey Breezey! I've been wondering could you possible give me some tips with Photoshop? I use Cs4. 22:07 Sun Jun 9

No, sorry. ;-; 22:13 Sun Jun 9

Honestly, just how it works. Like removing the white within some of the blanks, and maybe the blurring and smudging tool. 22:17 Sun Jun 9

A Join.me sounds good. 22:20 Sun Jun 9

wait
Hey, so I know I have has multiple warnings for improper grammar but when I used the walls of text I was trying to fix my improper grammar? Does that even count? Like, I have a really crappy keyboard on my phone and I have huge thumbs so it's really hard to spell things right tbh? Just kind of confused rn? - fox the hateful FLASHBCAK 04:20, June 25, 2013 (UTC)

Oh, right. Sorry about that. Just a bit of confusion. also im sorry i actually didn't see that im being really honest I'm really sorry - fox the hateful FLASHBCAK 04:31, June 25, 2013 (UTC)