--SAND CASTLES (O) IN THE SAND

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    [color=#d6ad52][size=12]PAPERTORCH;;[hr][hr]


    Papertorch was having some down time. (In other words, he was doing what he usually did.) He was currently on the shoreline, gathering up the moist sand in his paws. Humming softly as he compacted it into a base. About fifteen minutes had passed. Eventually the tom had a foundation for a sand castle. He'd take the time to carve out some details into the bottom using a claw.


    It looked like he had some mild sand castle building experience. In other words, it ended up looking mediocre at best. Taking a few steps back, he'd inspect it. It was missing something. Something important. He'd actually carve a tiny mermaid into the side of the castle. There we go. Beach theme.


    Sunclan. Beach. Sandcastles.


    All made sense in his mind. Plus, he wasn't caught up in any politics. He still had the freedom to just relax and waste his time. So he would.


    So far this had gone better then the surfing. No crabs hand pinched him yet. In fact, Torch was just not going to go near the water for a bit now. He still felt waterlogged. Hence the castles. Moving his soft brown gaze to the setting sun, he'd nod.


    He was totally, and wholly unproductive. Mostly because despite all his time here, he felt no closer to knowing what the hell he was expected to be doing. So, he'd just enjoy life. Enjoy the beach...and enjoy all the hot girls.


    Most of the girls here where hot.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]Shark was probably worse with sandcastle, but it was the effort that counted, right? The most he probably ever did in his life was pack sand into a bucket and flip it over, and even that was unsuccessful at times due to the wet sand that clung to the becket and each other. He was more of a fun-loving type. It was why he was a silverblood of the social branch, after all. In terms of politics, rarely did he attend raids- he was much too cowardly for that. He was a lover, and definitely not a fighter. No way would someone like him, afraid of a little blood, be able to fight bravely. He was not brave. He never was. He had always lived his life in fear- it would be the biggest regret he would die with. As for love, it was a touchy matter for him. Yes, there were pretty ladies here, but two of them liked him, and he liked them. However, he had to make a decision, though he did not want to. Someone was bound to get hurt, and if anyone knew Sharkbait well, they would know that he greatly disliked hurting anyone.
    But let's not talk abou hat right now.
    Of course, with the name Sharkbait, it wasn't likely that he would get into the water very often. It was refreshing once in a while, yes, but it could get messy sometimes. After getting out of the water, he had to deal with sand sticking to his paws and drying off and all that jazz. Now, instead, he would carefully approach the unfamiliar male whose name he had heard around the clan but not yet formally met. He regarded the sandcastle in the making with interest. He could tell Paper was working hard on it- being a shop owner, he knew what hard work looked like in terms of craftsmanship. "I could gather some shells for you to decorate it with later on," he offered quietly.


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    Greenday


    "For you I'd bleed myself dry..."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 334px; overflow: auto; color: #00ff00; font-family: constantia;][justify]As he was searching for his boyfriend, and was pretty much homoromantic (though he identified as pan), hot girls were the last thing on Greenday's mind. He was pretty stressed out lately. Not that he wasn't always stressed out due to the constant feeling that he was absolutely the world's biggest fuckup, but it was different. He had to find Michael so that he wouldn't be alone anymore. And the more he thought about it, the worse it got, because every once in a while, he just got the terrible feeling that he was going to die without anybody caring. Not a single person would give a shit if he died. That terrified him. He was going to drop off the face of the earth, and not one tear would be shed.


    If anyone needed to relax, it was him for sure.


    He didn't see it that way, though, or else he wouldn't have been on the beach. It wasn't a source of anxiety for him, but it wasn't the most calming place either. Especially with Papertorch there. He wouldn't lie; he'd been avoiding him ever since he'd tried to help him when he was attacked. Seeing him made him feel bad, because even though he couldn't die, he would have. Greenday made his way over slowly, taking a seat a few feet away and watching, though he tried to focus on the sand castle and not Papertorch.

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    [size=12]PAPERTORCH;;[hr][hr]


    "...How about we get them together? That could be fun!" Papertorch would say the words, a sweet and innocent little smile on his face. Unlike others, he dealt with his issues differently. He lived with them. He lived with whatever bothered him. No matter how many people left him, or hated him for what he was...he'd never stop enjoying the life he had. Because if anything was certain...nothing would make life worse, then wanting to die...and not being able too.


    Suicide wasn't an option for him. No matter how much he hated what he had, it would never go away.


    He'd turn his soft gaze to Greenday. He knew that's what would happen. His smile seemed to fade from his face. When people learned about his immortality...they always left. They either became afraid of him, or hated him.


    He'd force a smile.


    No use letting himself feel down, especially when he was supposed to be used to it. "Hey Green! Do you...uh, want to help? It could be fun." And magically, he'd put his happy face back on. He knew it was no use trying to say anything. Like his mom used to say...those who really cared, would stay with him. Through thick and thin. Even when they learned the truth.


    And he'd wait for the day when that special someone would really accept him for who he was. He just had to keep smiling, until he could actually smile legitimately.


    He'd turn his gaze away, whistling.
    [color=#d6ad52]"Lots of fun. Have you ever tried castle building? I've seen some people make insane ones before. And when I say insane, I mean H u g e."

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    Greenday


    "For you I'd bleed myself dry..."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 334px; overflow: auto; color: #00ff00; font-family: constantia;][justify]At the invitation, Greenday's eyes widened a bit. He had expected Papertorch to hate him after he'd put him through so much pain. He wasn't sure how he didn't, but he didn't think to much of it. He hated himself enough for the both of them. The teen's bushy fox tail swung back and forth. "S-sure!" he said, smiling cheerfully.


    At the last question, his smile faded, and he shrugged. "If I have, I don't... I don't remember."

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    [justify][font=andale mono][color=black]Cold came over and sat with a small frown. He didn't like sand castles. They reminded him too much of his sister. It hurt him so. But he watched them with hidden interest, his eyes narrowed.


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    Papertorch put a paw on top of Greendays. "First, you scoop up sand using your paws." He'd aim to shove the males paw to the side gently, gathering sand. "You following? Or do you need tips on how to scoop sand? It's hard to master." he'd laugh softly, forming a little pile in front of Greenday, by himself. He'd flick his ear, adding in a small 'Now you try!'





    He'd look over at Coldpaw, waving. [color=#d6ad52]"Dude, come make some sandcastles!


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