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    life is hell, but so is dying!

    frightfur / soldier of colouredclan & acolyte of the sanctuary / genderfluid + female body / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ It was a festive day sometime before Christmas and Frightfur had gathered some npc Colouredclanners to send some invites and somehow managed to gather as many allies as he could into the nicest building in Colourtown to house a little early get-together Christmas party. He’d perhaps had eaten too much and drank even more and the floor seemed to swim beneath his paws. But, honestly, he felt great. There was too much cheer in the air and other creatures around to feel down. Still, he bet nobody would notice if he took a quick step outside to take a breather.


    Once he’d snuck himself outside, the pale serval sat himself on the stair of the front of the building. There was frost on the ground outside and the air was chilly and as he sat there he watched in awe as something fell directly down from the sky. ”Aww, damn,” a curse slipped too carelessly from his half-way intoxicated tongue as he picked up the fallen object,”What is it this time?” And, as he unrolled the parchment that had fallen from the sky and ripped off the candycane weight that’d been tied to the side and stuck it in his mouth, he began to realize exactly what this piece of paper was. The paper was titled: THE NAUGHTY LIST.


    ”STOP! Everyone get out here, right now! C’mon, giddy up, this is crazy important news! There’s this list, it just fell from the sky, and I think its Santa’s Naughty list and…and all of our names are on it!” Fright had hurried to the door and yelled into the party as loud as his high-pitched western voice would allow. Christ, this was gonna be the worst Christmas ever if his name stayed on the Naughty list. No presents? That was just sadistic.


    The Naughty list meant they’d all been bad but… Maybe there was a way to reverse it.

    — ARE YOU WORTH YOUR WEIGHT IN GOLD?

    The Captain had been notified that she was needed here. Although she wasn't aware of any dire situations, the yelling inside of ColouredClan sure suggested one. Tentatively, she'd approach Frightfur, who was a stranger to her. "I was told that I needed to be informed of something here- what's this whole naughty list thing?" Frostbite wondered, glancing over the serval's shoulder. She didn't understand what was happening, and just hoped it wasn't someone's hit list or something.


    TAGS - 12/05



    light a candle for the kids, jesus christ don't keep it hid !


    “What’s a fucking naughty list?” Arcadefire croaked, knowing absolutely nothing about Christmas. Hell, she hadn’t even been alive last Christmas. “Fuck... it’s early. Also, why the fuck am I on the fucking naughty list?”


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    She heard a call, to everyone. Okay, she came running. When she got there, the cat called Frightfur said, with panic, that everyone was on Santa's naughty list? "What's a naughty list, how can I get off it, and Arcade, that sentence probably didn't help." She knew it was Christmastime, was this how Coloredclan celebrated Christmas? By making a list of cats who're bad? That didn't seem very festive! Where she came from, there was Saturnalia, a day of drinking, mostly. That's what her culture was, mostly.


    ( TWISTEDHUMOR )

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    Christmas? Santa? Twist knew what these things were, he just chose to not care about them half the time. The cold weather was honestly a bitch, his neighbor seemed to like blinding him through the window by decorating his home in as many lights as he could find, the food was pretty subpar... really, the only thing he had to look forward to were the gifts. And, not from some old, fat guy, either. Because, Santa was a storybook character. He always had been. "What the hell are you on about?" the Doberman asked in response to Fright's yelling. While this party was nice and all, it was enough on its own. Frightfur didn't really need to initiate some game of pretend to make things interesting. Padding closer to his father, Twisted eyed the paper Fright possessed, noting the smell of drinks that wafted from the serval. "Santa? You mean the old fat guy who watches children and then breaks into their homes?" he joked. "Really, where'd you get that?" 'Fell from the sky'. Right.



    ”Santa’s... fucking fake,” was Barbara’s oh-so-helpful, somewhat-slurred contribution to everyone else’s words as she approached. She was just here to party, not obsess over some fake-ass list. Anyway, if that list actually was real, it definitely wasn’t wrong about her being on it, so why would she care, anyway? Let the fat prowler give her coal, or whatever. It was fucking stupid, anyway. Whatever- she’d play along, she supposed, if only for a distraction from the party; she could only take so many shots and flirt with so many people before she ran out.


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    CAN I CLEAR MY CONSCIENCE,

    IF I’M DIFFERENT FROM THE REST?

    The soldier slipped out of the party and went out front when he heard Fright's yell. Yuri trotted over, already cringing at Arcadefire's dirty mouth. It was just surprising to him since she had not behaved that way last he'd met her. The situation reminded him of little cous of his. He shushed in a hiss as he stopped among the group that had gathered. Santa's Naughty List? And all their names were on it?


    Yuri giggled to notice that his spouse was drunk and Barbara too. As for the situation he was not concerned. Being the party pooper he was, Santa had been a fraud since he'd been a mere kit. Yuri had never felt the mystical make believe magic of the season. The tabby scowled and nodded towards the BloodClan leader at his left. "I am with Barbara. Santa isn't real and all of you should know that. BUT I will say, when I find whoever made that list I will clobber them for having the nerve to put my name on it. I hope it was worth their chuckle." Yuri crossed his forelegs and sat up. He recognized the fox from the Rift was here. He hadn't seen her in the party. It was good to see some of allies he had invited had attended the holiday party.


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    life is hell, but so is dying!

    frightfur / soldier of colouredclan & acolyte of the sanctuary / genderfluid + female body / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ Fright raised a blue brow high in slight suspicion as a Rifter approached him and looked over his shoulder to the list. He wasn’t sure how he felt with her popping in so close but he didn’t act up. Arcadefire came at his call saying she didn’t even know what a ‘naughty list’ was but he bet her name deserved to be one there 100%. Twist was a non-believer. Barbara was half-ass drunk and cared even less. Yuri was his usual kill-joy self and violent, too. ”The naughty list is where the names of the bad people go and they don’t get any presents on Christmas day because they’re bad, goddammit. And, you” he pointed a metal claw at his spouse, Yuri,”Ya can’t beat up Santa, that’s that’s the kinda thing that gets you on this list. But, whatever, of course y’all are all on the naughty list! Y’all don’t believe Santa exists!”


    The half-drunk Fright threw himself upon the ground in stubborn, petulant frustration. He dropped the list and let it flutter about the air. ”Anyway, there’s still time before Christmas. I bet if we’re nice and festive we can reverse things right on time. Then we’ll be on that ‘nice list’ and golden,” he muttered in a ridiculous western drawl that was made worse by his slurring.


    He didn’t even refute whether or not he thought Santa was real, since he had died at a rather young age as a human he had no business saying anything and he didn’t care to either. If he had thought Santa wasn’t real, the moment he found himself reincarnated into an animal in a universe with creatures with insane powers and abilities, he would have bet all the bones in his body that the jolly fat dude existing was pretty damn likely. The real bad news here was that they had a list as some sort of ‘proof’ and that was enough to make him want to clean up his act at least until the new year in order to get something better than coal on Christmas morning.

    She arrived just in time to hear Frightfur's comments, a short gasp escaping her as the hellhound tumbled into the area. "Santa is real, then? Why are we on the naughty list?" she would exclaim, rushing forward with the aim to slide down casually beside Arcade, the most familiar to her from those present. As a Blackheart she had no business being here, but as a Darkclanner she had every reason. The girl had simply received a notice that she had to be present, that had drawn her to the place with a curiosity greater than she'd ever felt before. It wasn't just a desire to explore - she had a mission. If it had something to do with Santa, and presents, then there was no reason to argue, and the generous being known as Santa wasn't one she was about to defy.