For a lonely soul you're having such a nice time.. {p; ymir}

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    [font=segoe ui][size=26pt]☠☠☠☠☠[/size]
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    (Not the best starter but eh)


    It was dawn. The sun, glowing dully through the haze of clouds, was just rising out of the distant sea. The air was cool and held a bit of humidity as most early morning air did. Gulls drifted high in the sky and added their high screeching to the otherwise peaceful morning. A stocky grey tomcat crawled out of his nest of checkered table cloth and arching his back, stretched a long stretch. He yawned and gazed around the abandoned dinner. It was early to be awake and most of the crew was still sleeping. He decided he wouldn't bother anyone instead he chose to enjoy the morning air. He loved the sea in the morning and any time really. The one-eyed cat casually exited the sea-side restaurant to walk out on the docks. The docks were worn and the wood was damp and old. He could hear the calls of birds and the sound of the pulling waves. The slate cat wiggled his hindquarters before leaping up onto the dock's railing, pulling himself up with his claws and leaving small scratch marks in the wood. There, Kidd sat back on his haunches with his tail dangling from the railing. He gazed out at the calm ocean with his single bright yellow eye. He loved the sea. He always had dreams and aspirations to be close to the great body of water. He was very close to it now, but that did not satisfy him. He remembered a dream, a dream he'd had since he was only 4 moons old. He wanted to be like a real pirate. He thought deeply about this dream.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt;text-align:justify;font-family:ms pgothic;color:white;width:325px]unlike kidd, ymir had not woken up early, at least not as early as the other had awoken. dawn was not a particularly good time to wake up anyway, even if it was just after it. but, much to ymir's luck, he was woken abruptly from his nightmare as he felt the kits kicking in his stomach. he was so close to being free of them.. just a few more days maybe, then he would be free to find a new body and leave this one. the ebony feline sat up slowly, blinking his eyes open. he hated being up this early, even if he was deputy and it was necessary for him to do so. he had to basically run the clan alongside cerberus and james. it was a bit hard on him, since being pregnant was mainly a negative thing for him after all. with a sigh, the first-mate heaved himself into a standing position and left his little spot to go to the beach. he was never fond of the ocean, or any large body of water in particular. you could get trapped under the rolling waves and drown. that was no way to die, especially with water filling your lungs. the thought made ymir shake his head slightly, padding down towards the beach. regardless of his fear, he believed the ocean was a beautiful sight in the morning light. ymir had been gazing at the horizon, occasionally flickering his orbs to the side. when he spotted kidd, he did a double take before setting his eyes on the gray tom. he hadn't expected anyone else to be out this early in the morning.. still, the fae padded towards the other, a calm expression on his features. "you're up rather early. catching the crisp sea breeze?" ymir called out to him as he approached, still a bit far off from the smoky-colored tom.

    ( "speaking" | deputy | #queenymir )