( THE RAIN WIZARD WILL WASH OUR HANDS | open, meet and greet )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]A stripeless tiger, the epitome of ghostly appearances in this world, was sat down in a corner of the Democracy building simply observing the world. A plane crash and infection that had recently plagued the clan could potentially be a worry for most but little Floydcub hardly cared, he found it difficult to express his feelings so often turned them away as he slept his life away, too scared to approach others for fear of them judging him and laughing so cruelly at him because of some issue or other. His small lisp for example, or his sudden breaking off during speech as he forgot his words, sometimes even finding it hard to get out a simple 'hello' - these things whittled away at his confidence and made it even harder to socialise. It was a vicious cycle really, designed to destroy his self love and really, it was working. His only other trait besides being shy was being placid, really, and he was a most boring individual. Floydcub sighed, inwardly wondering how anybody would want to approach him. He was pretty much a ghost, and for the most part that was how he liked it.

The pale cub rubbed his paws against the earth as he thought, half lidded eyes studying the many that passed him without thought.

( mobile + walking + unsteady/low muse )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]It'th... Th-thcawy." scary indeed, and Floydcub cringed at his own voice as he looked amongst the people that had approached. "M-my name ith Floydc-coob, u-um... D-don't hurt me." his ears flattened to his skull and he looked upon Stella whom was meant to be his mother figure, though apparently not - he couldn't blame her for not even knowing him however, he was a secluded creature with the mindset that all was out to get him, including the three that approached. "I-I don't know what ha-appened, but it doethn't look... ni-nithe..." he had seen the infected beings that roamed about however, their bloodshot eyes and foaming mouths as they spread a disease that seemed to be dangerous, though not yet contagious; he knew he would have to avoid them but he wasn't a strong nor fast little boy, he doubted he'd be able to outrun or fight one if it came to that. "H-have you um... Theen the a-animalth that bi-ite?" the ones from the plane crash that had come to the forefront of his mind - he'd seen one or two of them, a possum and a rat, but no more as he had fled before they'd spotted him, afraid they'd judge him rather than tear him apart. "They're really thcawy."

( im going to be stuck on mobile for a while sadly though, and that destroys my muse so
i just start typing and don't stop until my phone has to scroll or i fill the roleplay box )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]"Thcawy." he repeated hollowly as he was drawn into a hug, leaning against Stella for a few moments and contemplating the possible opinions people could be forming of him at that very moment. He bet they found his lisp and stutter hilariously stupid, and probably matched his voice to his intelligence and found him to be hopelessly idiotic. In a way, he was. Floydcub was terrible paranoid; and now with rabid beasts and alligators as a problem there was no way his trust would improve, no way he'd lay eyes upon even a single clanmate and expect them not to judge him or attack him in any way. He knew the dangers of the outside world. He'd felt them as he was smashed to the floor, a paw swung at his jaw, as pounding feet blackened his eye and caused blood to pour. It gave him his crooked mouth, his stutter and his terror, though not once had he mentioned the incident that had occurred a month before, not once had he explained why he was semi deformed in a way. The less people knew the better, and hopefully his secluded lifestyle would cause people to leave him alone, perhaps he could suffer out in peace.

"Y-you will keep me th-thafe, yeth, momma?" Floyd then inquired, blinking up at her.

( s'ok :3 )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]"Hawwo, Middy." Floydcub responded, ears pricking somewhat as his sister approached. He flicked his tail for her to come closer, preferring the company of his family over others and preferring isolation over the company of his family. Nonetheless this was a somewhat tolerable activity, nobody had yet laughed or snickered or even so much as glared at him. "No'mal animalth b-but wid' thcawy eyeth and th-aarp teeth." his eyes then widened in fear as he tried to describe the rabid creatures he'd seen outside. "Don't like. Thcawy thcawieth." as he grew more anxious his speech worsened and he seemed to loose coherency, looking to Zoe and Faultedpaw as they tried to reassure him. He blinked at them nervously. "Qua-andumthta-ar might get b-bitten by the thcawy thcawieth?" their leader was mightily majestic indeed, a powerful creature to behold, yet these rabid beasts knew no limits until their life forces had been truly stamped out. He had seen them in action and they scared him, he had nightmares about their dead eyes, their flashing fangs, their sharp and overgrown claws and loud shrieking... He shrunk into himself at the thought then, curling against Stella at her words and preparing to quit this meet and greet, but yet another person approached with their name on their tongue and Floyd was drawn out to greet them. "Nithe to meet y-you, Wa-arkit. I'm Flo-oydcub."