Posts by Omen Midday

(PRETEND OMEN IS ALIVE SO I CAN POSTZ)

"the end?"
Came the voice of Omen as it rung from the crowd. "What do you mean?" the prefect asked, tilted his head and gazing over to Primavera, who was his sister/crush. But why was Violet talking such nonsense? Because to Omen, it sounded like she was saying they where all going to die.
Omen gulped.
The ginger tom made his way over to his sister, eyes widen. "Do you have any idea of what she's talking about?!" Omen asked, flicking his tail nervously.

Omen shouldered his way up to Lady Midday, flashing a terrified look to his aunt Scarlett, than to his son Solem. The ginger tom finally reached his adopted mother and nosed her to get her attention. "L-Lady...what's going on?" the prefect asked, a worried look on his face.

I need fifteen people to join Xanje and make 20 post c:

(Well he died Friday xD and everyone is forcing me to bring him back so.... Lol, he's been dead for two days!)

Omen stood at the edge of the Elite's territory in his regular, torn up body. He had been dead for a very short time since he had discovered that he had a few life's to spare from his ability to absorbe spirits. And he had a duty to do, he was a prefect of the Elite along with Cobalt, Hat, and Calix who he had never met. And Omen knew he had been a slight jerk after his life was ruined. But you couldn't blame to poor tom, he had been through so much. His first mate cheated on him, second mate broke up with him, they both died, his son Solem had a ripped eardrum, Omen had broken his leg and tail, and a dog ripped half his face off. Not to mention his niece died. So I think I made my point clear.

The Fortis Animi Midday lowered himself, his tail all crooked and awkwardly twisted along with his leg that was just broken. Hopefully Solem would come and help his leg other than freak that his dad was alive. Scarlett and Lady Midday where probably going to freak, too. Omen had seen the whole thing when he became a ghost. The tom pricked his ears and listened for any sign of an Elitist that could be lurking nearby. Hopefully they would recognize him. For Omen couldn't walk without his leg popping and making him sick to his stomach.

And so Omen laid there, looming half dead from his leg, face and tail all jacked up.

Omen opened his eyes in a sheepish way once he heard a familiar voice say his name. The voice sounded pretty young, like about trainee aged, and it was a female's voice. "L-Lamia?" Omen murmured, gazing at the she-cat with wide, yellow eyes.

Than, the prefect jumped when he heard an even better voice. "Prim!" Omen greeted cheerfully, trying to stand up to greet her more properly. But he failed and flopped onto the ground once his leg started hurting again.

After a few moments of staring at Solem in silence, the tom reached out and nuzzled his son. "Don't worry, I won't," he purred, feeling a tear drip down his face.

Omen shook his head and grinned warmly. "'Look am I nuts to say I missed you so much I cried?"

#sonotgoingtocopyascencefromweboughtazoo

"No Prim listen, I love your eyes, I love your laugh, Primavera. I love you." Omen said out load, not knowing.

(This is so cute <3)

Omen smiled and shook his head, purring. "Don't be too harsh! That guy is going to kill me!" the ginger prefect said, chuckling slightly.

Omen trotted up next to his sister, purring at her in greeting. "As Primavera said, we want your name and business!" the prefect meowed, sitting down smiling.

(Low muse track!)

Omen bounded in after his brother Ares, smiling at him. "Our first meeting!" he meowed telepathy towards the husky, feeling his stomach turn nervously.

Omen bounced and shook his front arms. "Your a freaking bunny!" the tom meowed excitedly before shaking his head out of the nonsense. "Okay! Strengths and weaknesses!"

"I'm ready! Lets go!"

What the f*ck?

Suddenly; a muscular ginger figure leaped in front of Prim, snarling at Aureus. "You b*stered! You shot her! You could have killed her you sick tom!" Omen screamed, digging his claws in the ground, prepared for Aureus to shoot in with a bullet. "You WILL be exiled for this! And I'll make sure..." the prefect said, turning to his girlfriend/sister. "Prim! Get up!" Omen wailed, digging his head in her fur.

"Hat man!" Omen greeted, trotting over and taking a seat next to his new friend/prefect.

(So like, my muse died a while ago)

Make it Sketchy.

Omen knew he wasn't called for, but the prefect showed up beside Jiyu anyway, wondering what was going on.

(Rushed)

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(Rushed)

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