MEMOIR OF METAMORPHOSIS // Introduction + Open

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    WHY DO YOU WRITE EVERY SECOND YOUR ALIVE?

    lucretia / loner / cis female

    Soft eyes laid upon two different journals on a desk within her strange home, a quill in each paw as she jotted down the events of the past week with her fluffy tail flicking as she thought over each word with care. Lucretia would eventually stop though, as her paws had begun to cramp up from such excessive writing and would gently close the thick, navy blue journal with silver lining with her eyes wander to a tank to the side of her desk. A jellyfish sat within the tank, with it tentacles wrapped around a wooden duck with fondness for the object one of them NPCs had given it. " Well, Fischer. I suppose it's time for me to take a break for the first time since I joined two days ago. They must think I'm dead because of how old this damn body is. " Her was a so monotone, though it was useful when it came to her occasionally sarcastic comment to the people around her. Her body glided over to cape and placed it upon her back before heading out to wander about her head held proud, lips pressed into a thin line as she watched those around her go about their daily business with the occasional wave or welcome given to her as she passed by. The sun would shine past the foliage with care as they danced about the territory, her body striding through the rays of light and feeling the pleasant warmth across her pelt. This Shadowclan wasn't too bad, was it?



    "speech"


    // Sorry this was quite bad lol

    Rinto was a kind kid. Despite his deep, dark secrets and his generally horndog behavior, Rinto was generally friendly to everyone, especially if they were someone he didn't know. Seeing an elderly femme, Rinto squinted; old people still existed? It seemed like everyone he met was either a child or a young adult, and along the way he met some actual adults. Hell, Rinto himself was a young adult and still had never seen an old person. Even his grandmother, bless her soul, looked like a young woman.


    Rinto scurried over. He decided the appropriate thing was not to say 'oh my god, you're old!' but instead offer her a thin smile. "Good morning. I'm Rinto, former medic and current loser. Who're you?"