I AM DROWNING IN LIQUOR || o, finding catnip

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    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags

    Of course the narc of an Italian knew how to have a good time! He had been taught so by his ever so graceful Twolegs. Whenever they came home, they brought this stuff called catmint home, and he rolled in it, and everything just changed. He felt so happy whenever that magical substance appeared. One day, he found it in a building, and knocked it over. He let out a great purr and he hopped down, touching it with his paw. Oh, this green substance was it, alright! "I found it," he purred.

    The familiar scent of the cat-mint was tantalizing, and attracted Canary to Macchiato’s examining the plant. Upon realizing what he’d come across, the boy quickly became alarmed. He didn’t want Macchiato to find himself in the trash or anywhere else undesirable. “Golly, Sir, I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. It takes you to weird places.” He recalled the girl from the trash can where he woke up, and wondered how’ve she ended up there too. Did she take the same stuff? Did she bring him there? The memory was hazy and dreamlike, but Canary wished not to think about it. A look of concern was laced onto his expression. He opened his mouth to share his experience for a moment, but nothing came out. He wasn’t sure what the others would make of it.



    Catmint. Mmmm. Memories, memories.


    The deputy would pad up, his blue and white tail bushed up at the sweet-scenting herb, letting his paws land him beside his boyfriend. Guilt would lightly seep through him as he remembered his and Bluepaw's little adventure, a while before he and Canary had gotten together. But still, Blahkenmuro wondered how bad it really was to keep his most important feline away from such vital information.


    Nonetheless, he'd lick his little caramel love's ears as he'd sit beside him, interest lighting in his gaze as he looked at the feline that had discovered such a seemingly nice clump. " You gone share that?" he'd murmur, genuine hunger lighting in his gaze.


    Quite coincidentally, one of Blahkenmuro and Bluepaw's little "accidents" happened to come upon the scene of her unknown father and his boyfriend marveling over some catmint, Macchiato present, too. The kitten padded over curiously, rather intrigued to see what smelled so damn good. Could she eat it? Did it taste like rat? "That smells amazing. What's so bad about it?" she asked Canary, her haunting yellow eyes staring up at him, wide-eyed.


    She stepped closer to the sweet-smelling object and frowned when she realized it was a plant. A leaf! "Well... that's disappointing. I thought you guys had found something to eat," she huffed and sat down, her chubby rump cushioning the rather violent action. Little did she know, she could in fact eat it, and it would do some pretty amazing things to her.



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    Seeing his plumpest kit, blinking copper eyes would focus uncomfortably on her as confusion would flood him. What to do? Try to interact, or keep far away in hopes of nobody knowing? Sigh. The ruffled deputy would let himself succumb to his urge. Getting closer to their kids, who didn't want to?

    " The bad part could be seen as the loss of common sense, and other physical senses getting... odd when taking it. You get shit-faced on it and you usually do something bad." unlike you, he wanted to add. You were perfect in every way, I'm so sorry. Fuck.

    BAXTON


    blood clan - warrior


    baxton ** tom ** 8 moons ** blood clan ** flicker's mate

    Baxton had been trying to become more active within the clan, he had his underlying plots going on but those would take time and patience. For now he decided to get involved with other things whether that be socializing... Or not. Flicking his long ear Baxton had just been strolling. As so often he caught a interesting scent... No. An amazing scent, it made his mouth water... Took over his senses..


    Licking his maw in reaction to the building up saliva Baxton swallowed. As he neared he saw Blahk, Mach, and ... Canary? Flicking his ear again Baxton walked over, his thick rear moving a bit loudly.


    "What is that? I've never...", he inhaled again. Jesus that smelt better than Flicker.. Baxton felt his fur rising (insert awkward boner here). It seemed Macchiato had some type of plant... Was that the smell??

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    Brief Tags-- 7 moons


    At Blahkenmuro's description of what exactly catmint did to another cat, Paloma simply shrugged. It didn't seem too bad. A lack of common sense was something that everyone experienced at some point, and sometimes, everyone did something bad, too. Nobody was perfect, so what was the harm? "That's not so bad. It sure smells good..." she stared down at the plant temptingly, pursing her lips as she tried to decide whether or not she should eat it.


    Bending down, the young kit lapped up a single leaf curiously and scrunched her nose at the taste. Not bad, but a little herby. It certainly smelled better than it tasted, but she did feel slightly floaty. "Oooh..." she murmured.



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    SHE LOVES CONTROL —

                "You guys are eating plants?" Came the disgusted meow of the small kitten. She strolled up to her Clanmates and inspected the plant. She rolled her eyes. Ugh, boring! Alexia wouldn't have a reaction to catnip for another moon. To her, at this age, it was just another stupid plant. "I live with a bunch of idiots!" She growled. The girl had no problem with speaking her mind. So what if she was rude? She didn't care. In her mind, Alexia could do and say whatever the hell she wanted.

               


    //ic opinions, Alexia is a brat