do i even deserve myself? ; open

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    Zamieć had no mate. He had no family. He had few friends. The antisocial tiger did not especially want for friends, but a familial connection was different than friendship. It was something deeper than being social. It was in your blood.


    However, this snowy white male had none of these connections anymore. Peppermint was dead. His other siblings had disappeared. Permafrost had disappeared. It was a scene that few bore, especially those so childish, cold, and emotionless as he was. The Promethean may have gone through battle training, and he may have been chosen to be 'elite', but that did not mean that this gray-eyed tom's color blindness to blue and purple didn't affect him. It didn't mean that his inability to fully express himself without telepathy didn't exist.


    And it didn't mean he knew how to get on by himself. He didn't know who was here anymore. He was inactive now that Golden was exploring Maryland, and his bulky frame was stooped with weariness even so. He did not know why or how he was so tired.


    It was obvious, however, that Zamieć had to do something about it, or he would fall to some evil entity, though whether by disease or attack, one could not know. His rough pelt was spiked from being curled up in his nest and not bothering to smooth it out - he cared not for his appearance. His tail drooped and swished against the ground and bushes, catching leaves in its tangles. He did not look like a role model to kittens. He looked like a homeless person who didn't know how to be properly hygienic.


    ( i literally rewrote the entire last sentence so i could use the word hygienic please don't ask )


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    "Hi, Zamieć," Tundra said, padding over to the tiger. He seemed unhappy, and she wore a face of concern for him.

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    ketchup
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    [justify]"Hello there, Zamiec," addressed the brown-and-white kitten, padding forward until he stood shadowed by the alabaster-colored Promethean. "Tundra, Ketchup." Centrikit hardly knew the deaf kitten, though he knew for a fact that he was one of the children of Capitalnights and Calum.[/justify]





    #centrifuge
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