Posts by Sketchling

Cinna grinned to himself, happy that the colors were back to their normal state. Sheesh, Raven was a terrifying she-cat! She scared the crap out of him, made him cry, which had caused this horrendous color outburst that made a bunch of cats, oh, and Risencorpse the bunny, think he was crazy.

But he wasn't.

And now returned to his "normal" state, the Faber decided he would do something fun.

Like introductions.

It was time he properly met half the cats, excuse me, creatures around here.

But he was taking a risk raising his voice. Oh well.

"HELLO! INTRODUCTIONS UM--" He paused for a second. He had absolutely no clue where he was, being kind of new to BloodClan and all. "OVER HERE!" He finished. Now all he had to do was wait.

Cinna relaxed as the colors went away when someone touched his shoulder. Sniffing, he turned to look at the new guy, whose name he did not know. "Me? Guard? Um...ok." He agreed. Sure, any kit would want to guard the leader, but him? He knew nothing of fighting. Screw it, he was doing it.

/haha, I know

"Can I go on the new body patrol?" Cinna meowed hopefully, recovered from his outburst just moments ago. So many new faces appearing!

"I'm...fine." He meowed, bringing himself shakily to a stand. "Just the colors, that's all. How come you guys don't...have these overwhelming things overcome you sometimes? How do you guys just carry on, ignoring them?" He inquired. He didn't know how in the world others could cope with them!

// he has synesthesia

"Well...I thought maybe I could make some friends, introduce myself properly." He meowed, oblivious to what the jaguar was thinking.

Cinna/Raven thread?

Taking a deep breath, Cinna beamed at Inkdeath. "Hello, my name is Cinna Faber. I am the son of Coppermine and Primadona Faber."

"What's uppppppppppp?" The red tabby called, wearing his neon-green-pink-outlined shades and everything. The perfectionist fellow trotted over to the scene, mentally cringing when he saw the state the clubhouse was in. Yeesh. It needed some serious TLC and awesome decorating skills, which, he possessed. Aspen flicked his shades down to his nose, so he could stare through green eyes at Trackerjacker. He seemed.....like, the color electrifying orange, because frankly, he looked really energetic. No, perhaps he was more.....yellow. Whatever.

He was so there. Anywhere and everywhere, that was where he liked to be! Prancing over with a wide grin on his face, the hippie-perfectionist smile grew a little in size, and eventually he was grinning ear-to-ear.

"Wassup, my niece Elise? Hey, that rhymes!" Aspen was there in a flash, prancing over to his niece. Jesus, he had dropped off the face of the earth for a while, and now she was a doctor? Good for her. He was happy, and it was displayed by his smile.

I recently adopted Aspen through Bekee.
Anyone care for a plot with him?

"Ermagerd." He called not quite aware of what was happening, as the typical perfectionist 15 month old male cat.

/track

omf yes.
can you make it?

psh anyone who wants an aspern thread can have one.
although you have to make it

everyone just link me on this thread, please

track for now

track for now

"Yo." Came the not too overly obnoxious voice of Aspen. He could do so much better in the obnoxious field, it wasn't even funny. Wearing his neon green, pink tinted shades, the red tabby walked over, swag-filled to the core.

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Psh, Christmas tree decorating? The perfectionist was there. First of all, he was super swaggy, and had plenty of swag to go around. Second of all, his perfectionist skills would be handy, the tree would be decorated to the finest. Waltzing in wear a santa hat and his shades he never left his home without, quite the weird combo, considering the sunglasses were neon green, bordered with pink, the corners of Aspen's mouth folded up into a large smile. "I heard there was Christmas tree decorating?" He called, trying not to be crazy yet. Although that couldn't stop him from thinking things. And you were doing the Christmas tree decorating without ME?! And.....there it was.
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His color-matching to cats sense immediately went off after the head count had spoken. He didn't seem super serious, like some others he had met, as he had used the word 'yup' which had to count for something. Pondering the situation, Aspen finally came to the decision that he was the color blue. No no, light blue. That was the perfectionist in him, second-guessing and correcting himself, however small the flaw in his thinking may be. "Aha, awesome!" He responded eagerly, flicking his sunglasses. "So like, is there any way I can help?"
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