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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Earlier, Morrissey had been lurking around some of the older huts, some partially fallen or about to be - obviously not inhabited. He got curious and wondered if he could find anything of any value in some of them, so he decided he'd poke around a bit. Morrissey wasn't too cautious; in fact, maybe he should of been a little more so when some of the heavy rocks of the structures seemed ready to fall. But the male wasn't one to fear death so there was no fear dwelling inside him as he prodded around.


    In one of the abandoned huts he found a box full of beautiful beads and real pearls as well as string of multiple colors. It looked like a jewelry box, but none of the contents were put together. Maybe he'd make a few pieces... a coupe of necklaces, or something.


    So that was the backstory to what Morrissey was currently doing: humming a tune with that strong voice of his as he strung pearls on red thread in the middle of camp. For once, the tom seemed pretty content as he leaned in, looking closely through his specs to make sure the pearls would meet and slide down the string.

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    "You enjoying yourself?" Arcade padded up with clear curiosity, head tilted at the creation and then up at the cat behind the work. He wasn't really sure what Morrissey hoped to accomplish here, but it seemed to have him occupied. It was kind of nice to just watch the beads, though.


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    "hi morri! your hair looks awesome today!" the tom kit complimented as he approached the group, carefully stepping over any obstructions that blocked his path. he waved his plume in greeting to arcade as well, glad to see the tom out and about as well. his luminaries locked on the lovely little beads that morri was using to make a necklace, an idea immediately entering his mind. "do you think I could make one or two as well?" hakunakit piped up with a bit of curiosity hinting in his vivid and cheerful voice. he would love to give one to his adopted sister and his mother as gifts.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"For once in my life, yes." Morrissey replied back to Arcade a bit too wittily, slightly scrunching his non-existent brows as he gave a small squint. The thread was just so flimsy and the pearl bead holes very tiny - yet it was quite calming to string them along even with the cons of trying to do so.


    As Hakunakit complimented his hair, Moz lit up like a light bulb. "Mm, Morri? That's a new one. But thank you. Nice to know people are beginning to notice and appreciate my hair and efforts towards having the best hair in existence." Before answering Hakuna's request to join in, the charming feline took out the jewelry box's contents and spread them out gently on the ground for easier access. "Go for it."

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    he couldn't help but hearing the distracting tune that morrisey had been humming. the caracal had previously been trying to sleep, but he scolding himself for being lazy and secluded. [b]"go make some friends, you lazy ass,"     he had told himself. and so here chromo was, approaching the three blizzardclanners.


    he recognized one of them: the kit that he had met when he was found at the border. hakikit something? hakukit? well never mind. maybe he would reintroduce himself. chromo gave a half smile to the others and said, "hello," rather awkwardly. he sat, his eyes slowly dragging over the multicolored beads before traveling up to his companions'. "i'm chromosphere. mind if i join in?" though he would hate to admit it, the caracal's words held a note of sheepishness.


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    The cameo couldn't help but chuckle at Hakuna's comment. It was true, he did have really nice hair. Arcade could've gone on about that but, no. It was enough to say that his hair was very nice. "Well, as long as you're happy." Arcade settled down near the two, curiously glancing through the contents of the box. Pretty, and small. He decided to just watch.


    Glancing up at the new one, Arcade smiled again. "Hello, I'm Arcade. Nice to meet you."

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    "great! thank you." hakunakit dipped his cranium graciously for the permission to use the hidden, yet found, treasure. the tom kit did not know how to bead, but after watching morri, he did not think it would be too terribly difficult. the only thing he believed that would be hard was actually getting the bead on the string with those tiny holes to work with. either way, he picked out two strings and the colors that he would need. hakuna was going to use sweetpaw and snowpaw's favorite colors for each of their own necklaces. he then began by gripping each pearl with the tip of his claws ever-so-carefully, positioning the string in his other paw for them to be fitted on. hakuna looked up before he put on the first bead, piping up in a welcoming manner,"hi chromosphere! how are you?"
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    the blue cat padded over. " hello, i'm chrom." hah, chromo and chrom; he found that sort of funny. but he couldn't laugh at it; he couldn't show emotion. that was being weak. " i have absolutely no idea what's going on."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Now this was a new face, one he definitely didn't recognize seeing as he hadn't met a single caracal in BlizzardClan until now. "I am Morrissey." he introduced, tone firm as he briefly examined the other male. He seemed a bit bashful; Moz understood what that felt like when meeting people for the first time somewhat, seeing as he was pretty clumsy and shy back when he was a kit. That was the exact opposite of him now; opinionated and not afraid to speak his witty mind and so on. "Best go easy on him," he'd joke with himself in thought.


    Giving that exact same squint once more, he was silent and focused until he could get another pearl onto the necklace. It was after that that he'd look up again from his working. "Of course, of course... I don't mind." His striking blue optics would flicker from Chromospheres over to Arcade, "Stop being a bump on a log and make me a happier lad by helping me get these beads off my hands and joining in."


    "We are just beading a few necklaces," Moz informed the next appearing figure, Chrom, also noticing the similarity between names.

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    Riddler, looking for something to do, quickly found his attention grabbed by the growing group of members, who seemed to have formed around Morrissey. Quietly making his way over, he peered at the bead box and around at everyone, some of whom had taken to stringing the beads up as well. Riddler didn't see much point in that, but he wasn't much one for bobbles such as that. Sitting down next to no one in particular, he tipped his head, addressing Morrissey as he spoke. "Is this a hobby of yours?" was all he asked, not for any real reason besides for the sake of getting a question out there.

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    "Well aren't you bossy?" Still, he smiled again, pale eyes flickering back to the beads. He had no idea what to do with these things, they were all so small. Grumbling almost silently, Arcade picked up a piece of string and set to work. The process was rather slow and time consuming, but it was steady and he could feel himself slipping into a rhythm after the first few beads. That was how he worked, steadily and practically nonstop if he was particularly invested.


    Perhaps he was getting invested, since the cat's green eyes didn't waver from his newest project for some time. "How is this fun? Why are we doing this?" It was becoming a habit of Arcade's, being grumpy or cynical but enjoying himself anyway. Maybe he should try to stop that.

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    he gave a slight smile to chrom. oh lord. at least he wouldn't forget his name. maybe they'd be friends. he hoped so, seeing as he had approximately zero. he pasted a blank expression on his face.


    he sat down and pulled a green string closer to him, before choosing a few select beads in the green and silver hues. he worked silently, not wanting to say the wrong words that could cause his clanmates to judge him. the caracal didn't quite know what he was doing; just sort of absentmindedly fashioning a little necklace together.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"Well, sometimes you have to boss someone around or they will continue to do nothing," Morrissey said matter-of-factly, but there was still a joking sound laced into his slightly strong voice. "I couldn't just watch you sit around, it would drive me mad."


    Hearing Riddlerspaw's question, he'd arch a non-existent brow before letting out a small chuckle. "Oh, heavens no. Not that there is anything wrong with it. I just needed something to pass the time. Today's rather slow." Moz gave a slight shrug, continuing his words while also answering Arcade's question; two birds with one stone. "Mm, that and it bothered me seeing a jewelry box with contents incomplete. What's the point of having it if it doesn't hold real, whole jewelry? And I never said it was fun. Just calming. When you're a boiling pot of anger, you need some calming, right?"

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    Arcade glanced up at Morrissey for a split second before returning to his work, this time with a little more fervor. He wasn't necessarily enjoying it, but perhaps he was right. It was a calming motion, being as simple and repetitive as it was. He much would have preferred a puzzle or a debate, but necklaces were fine too.


    "Are you the boiling pot of anger?" Arcade inquired, taking another swift glance up and around to the growing necklace-making crowd. "I mean, it's certainly not little Hakuna." There were others he could have mentioned, of course, but Hakuna got his point across the fastest. He had to admit, he was a little interested.

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    "how can you boil anger in a pot?" hakuna inquired as he heard his name spoken, having just zoned out during most of the conversation to work on the violet necklace he was making for sweetpaw. that had to be some kind of fancy personification technique or whatever they were called. was that even a real term? he had heard an NPC clan mate talking about the word at some point, but it seemed like a bunch of mumbo jumbo at the time.
    his bright orange luminaries were narrowed in concentration at the task. he was usually quite hyper because of his ADD, but this calming, repetitive motion seemed to strangely help him.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"Deep down, yes. Right now I'm absolutely fuming regarding your technique when beading," Morrissey murmured, eyes moving with Arcade's paws every time he slid a bead on. "Usually that anger shows verbally, but I'm trying to be on my best behavior." By the time he finished talking a little stupid smile appeared on Moz's maw and he yanked his head the other way, putting his attention back on the beads.


    But his words were somewhat true; he could be rather rude and arrogant, opinionated too, but he was doing his best to keep all the negativity he wanted to say in his head and treat people better in hopes that that would make him settle down in BlizzardClan easier and make friends or something. Make his very life tolerable for once, most importantly. So far, this plan was seemingly working.

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    Well, that was enough to make Arcade laugh. A full-on laugh, not his half-embarrassed chuckle. "You just try very, very hard Hakuna," he managed to get out through his soft laughter. The vibrations made it a little hard to string beads, so the cameo gave up for a moment, staring down at the ground. Okay, maybe he was having fun.


    "Oh, and you're a professional, mister "this isn't a hobby"? The sparkle in his eyes betrayed his mirth yet again, even through his suddenly serious tone. It didn't last long, and he chuckled as he resumed beading exactly as he had before. Morrissey could say what he wanted, Arcade trusted his method. "Well, Morrissey, I applaud your effort.". Huh. That name sounded nice, felt nice to say. Had he said it out loud before? It kind of... Rolled. Hm.

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    he gave a rumbling purr of laughter. [b]"you can't."     he said to the kit, never averting his pale gaze from his beads. chromo usually didn't like younger ones; they were quite annoying. this one seemed to be growing on him. "it's a metaphor," he added in a bit of a softer tone. he felt that he had said too much, or perhaps something the kit wouldn't understand. a metaphor? what kind of kit would know what a metaphor is, dumbass? the caracal silently scolded himself.


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    "wait, what if you just got a really, really angry person and put them in a pot of water? all of their anger would like go into the pot, and then you would just have to heat up the pot for -- viola! boiled anger with a side of mouse." hakuna piped up with a muddled expression upon his features as he worked out the solution, ignoring the vast amount of flaws that the plan would require. "I wonder how that would taste. would it be like a sauce . . . or a soup-like dish?" hakuna paused entirely with his beading, glancing back up at chromo with the mention of it being a metaphor. ah, he didn't quite know what that was, but hey, it sounded cool. Like some kind of giant cat-eating robot. beep, beep. i'm robot metaphor, here to destroy. beep beep.
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    "You know, Hakuna..." Great, now Arcade was thinking about it too, an extremely thoughful look on his face. Still thinking about it in the back of his head, the cream cameo publicly shook it off. He would worry about anger soup later. "See, the only problem with that is that the only really angry one here is Morrissey, and I would personally prefer that you didn't boil him." The scientific thoughts of Arcade Gannon were not restricted to perfectly useful pursuits, but anger soup would wait. Necklaces and bracelets, first.