LET IT GO || open, Jess finds an ipod?

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    you don't know your beautiful--


    [b]"--HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THAT SOUND, OH CRAP, TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!"[/b Jessie screamed, pressing random buttons on the device.

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    [color=black]"What the!?"
    Noirstar's mew was something more like a squeal as he approached Jessie, the 'iPod's blaring sound harsh on his ears. The tuxedo's body language began to screech negativity as he stared at the unfamiliar metal thing, a memory of someone finding an iPad coming back to life.

    Tumultdusk flattened his ears as he heard the music, slinking up beside Noirstar. "It looks like a Twoleg thing." He mewed, glancing at it through squinted eyes.

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    When she stopped, she was surprised to see no two-legs at all, just a rectangular piece of metal with a glowing screen. Looking around at those who were already there, she could help but question what had just happened. "What in the world...?" She stayed back, not trusting the device that had nearly given her a panic attack.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8][font=georgia]Tigerroar was next to arrive, brow furrowed as he eyed the device suspiciously. "So, this is how they listen to... music?" if you could even call it that, anyways. Whoever owned this iPod, the tom wasn't sure he approved of their taste. Or did they all listen to this?

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    ic; "[b]How would device like this wash up in territory?"


    Chinabelle padded over, a hint of curiosity lurking around in her tone. She tilted her head and batted at it, only to hear another song come on.


    "Baby, baby, baby ooooh!"


    Chinabelle gasped and slid it aside, only to see it flip over and land on it's screen. That's when it shut off, and the tuxedo sighed with relief.
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    The bipolar kitten walked up with Smallkit in control. Upon the sight of a glower object he was mesmerized. Naturally as soon as Chinabell turned off the device he wanted to turn it back on. Despite the horrid sound that used to leak from the device.


    He didn't really care about that though as the strange light was much more interesting. The son of Reprisal padded up and poked the device. After it didn't start glowing the first time he began prodding the backside of it repeatedly. Still nothing happened, so the mostly white tabby started clawing at it.


    One claw slipped off the side only to rub up against a tiny button. After a while the box let out a single beep and light came pouring out from the edges. Seeing as this minuscule bit of light was enough to amuse him. The kitten simple didn't bother trying to push it over.


    Until it started to lightly spark and plums of putrid smelling smoking began to rise. Well that couldn't be good.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"Fuckin' trash that, it's no good for us," A shiver ran down the spine of the wildcat, her eyes closing briefly as the instinctive gesture ran through her body. The high pitched waves hit her ears like twoleg-monsters-- at first it was quiet, but tapping into super senses drove her insane. Never again did she desire to hear the ruckus that was only a few inches long and wide. It was amazing that such a small thing could be so fucking annoying. That was how she felt about squirrels, too, in case you were wondering.


    Copperstar then proceeded to inch closer, smoothing out her fur and slapping some professionalism on to better herself. An image was important, though, with a promotion she didn't intend to change. She wanted to be known as what everyone got to know her as, not some artificial, genetic leader. Though it didn't hurt to rally up some seriousness from time to time, "I guess you can keep it, but figure out how to work it. And make sure it doesn't play some bloody screeches either. Maybe it'll be useful for something once we figure out how to use it," A shrug lifted and lowered her shoulders and the golden feline calmly sat down, her rounded ears still flattened.

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    ic; Chinabelle nodded quietly to Copperstar's words, padding over to the machine and picking it up in her jaws, carrying it back to the bunch and examining the figure with her paws. She scanned the covering with her emerald green optics, transparent silver, and when she flipped it around again, a bright flashing light blinking over and over again as horrid shrieks of music started playing again.


    Flattening her ears, the tuxedo played around with the touchable screen until it started affecting the brightness of the screen and the quality of the music. Great! The music is already horrible, why not perfect it? Damn it!


    Chinabelle attempted again until she found a bar and touched it, and that's when the music paused, not proceeding to play itself again.


    "[b]Thank StarClan."
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    "Its mine then!" Jessie exclaimed, grabbing it, this dude must have downloaded a crap load of apps, this thing was pretty slow.

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    ic; Chinabelle squeaked as the device was snatched from her paws, and she looked over to Jessie, her emerald green optics softening with surprise.




    "Okay, if you want keep it." she mumbled.
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    the secretive albino flattened his round ears, hearing the noise. contrarypaw grunted and satrted padding towards the group of clanmates gathered around the device wich caused the horrible noise. the trainee had been hunting, but that 'music' sure scared the prey away.


    arriving to the scene, he tilted his head and stared at the ipod with his bright red eyes.


    "vhaz going on here?"


    contrarypaw asked with that german accent of his. the albino spoke with that monotone voice, though with a hint of curiosity in it. he kept looking at the device the viceroy held.