Posts by ;pitchblack

pitch could relate to hypo, in some way. when the tom had been a rowdy kitten, and he was a handful, a majority of shadowclan had been rather apprehensive toward him. from just four months old he had gotten his first taste of 'power'. that being the oldest kitten in the nursery, ultimately dictating it while queens weren't paying attention and he could sneak threats under soft murmurs and orders with a simple glare. he remembered pyreknight saying something about how he would die a fool, an irresponsible idiot with no one to fall back on because he destroyed chances of friendships. jabberjaw, though, had seen his potential. at only five months old he had gotten his first promotion as a semi-high position and the warriors practically roared with protest. looking back now it truly was no shock now. he really had been unprofessional, insufficient, and absolute spiral of uncontrollable bitterness and mayhem. it only caused a further rift between him and his other clanmates.

reaching to general at the age of nine months old had been inevitable at that point once he had gained support of influential shadowclanners. hostess, in a way, had been a mother figure to him. she never did anything motherly but she loved him in her own way. cared and raised him like she had with snickersbar. she had been the one to help him gain the harness for his bone ax, and had been his mentor as well. their relationship was entirely... beneficial for the both of them, and was possibly the only one pitch had formed where one of them weren't using the other.

that was a long, long time ago. in the past with his other mistakes. from what pitch knew, no one from his time in shadowclan or bloodclan were around to bring it up, to have him regress to such a lifestyle again. pitch had learned how to chill out on his own. with the intoxication of some catnip and knowing his possessions were safe, pitch was pretty relaxed. he was on his way from the oasis he had just been with michael, his bag slung over his shoulder when he saw the steady stream of smoke rising from another dune. his nose caught the scent of cigarette smoke, and he scrunched up his nose a little. cigarettes never did anything to calm his nerves. he had tried them, once, and it had only resolved in actually killing his body off and later on coming back from it. though catnip, cat weed, never did anything bad to him.

he made his way toward the red priest, a bit unbalanced as his paws fell into uneven ground, but eventually came up behind the cat without injury. "hey, my dude. that shit ain't gonna do nothin' you know." pitch moved up a bit to come next to hypokrisis, and sat down with a lazy grin. "what'cha smokin' for anyway? aren't you like... a little kid?" assuming from his size, pitch had no clue he was permanently set that way.

the domestic feline watch michael contemplate the joint, his eyes glazed over as he eventually started zoning out for several moment. his body seemed frozen in place, random intruding thoughts entering his head. what if this guy is my son i don't now of. nah, michael was... well, he didn't look young enough to be his kid. what if he just possessed an older body? woah, woah there brain slow it down. did he even have a son named michael? no, he wouldn't name his son something so sophisticated anyway. all of his kids got weird names from sunstar.

what if he's your kid but from another universe and managed to get into this timeline? now that sounded pretty convincing. by the time pitch came to, michael was hauling himself up in the hammock and taking a hit of the catnip. admittedly pitch wasn't even sure if it would have the same effects on a larger animal, but he was pretty glad to have a smoke buddy now. he leaned out of the hammock with a cheesy grin, reaching for the joint again. "you should try like... swinging back and forth in the hammock. it feels super cool, like youre in space or some shit. you ever been in space? i think, like, it would feel ten times more intense like this. but with more... space." he took another hit and giggled again, his foreleg hanging out in michaels direction for when he to take it up again. "you ever had something like this before?" he didn't look like someone who would, but he was reacting pretty well to it.

twisty wrote:

taylor is shady as hell for releasing her album on the anniversary of kanye's mom's death

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT YEAH i was SHOOK af like she really Did That :/// she sounds like a 14 year old girl oh my god

her music video was super edgy too like personal roasts arent for u taylor we all know u love urself lmao bye

dead. ass. like shes turned into a literal snake now and it makes me sad cause i thought she was nice and sweet

but now shes just?? profiting off of drama!!!! which is annoying and snakey af

like it was only fun when drake and meek did it bc meek thought he actually stood a chance but :') kanye aint worth the time girl stop dragging it on like this! and live your life!

wus Boppin B im putting this in here real quick but

luca, after pitch shot him with a ninja star:

pitch hadn't actually been anticipating duskmire, more or less expecting the tiny little kid that had some weird thing going on with his eyes. though, seeing the cream tabby did not disappoint him. his glassy eyes only lit up with his joyful smile when duskmire came to him, just barely registering the words coming from his mouth. he had to actually focus to hear and process the words, but he believed he understood a majority of what he said. "you don't wanna hear the story? c'moooon dusky, it's a good one i swear." he laughed, peeling himself away from the wall and following dusk's guide into the den. he was right, pitch didn't need it, but he certainly wouldn't give up the opportunity on physical contact. he was in a cuddly mood, which was probably why he go his face clawed up but he was mostly sure dusk wouldn't react with the same aggression. maybe. the quiet ones were always rather wild in more ways than one.

his chest rumbled with a constant purr as dusk led him into the den, his ears twitching as vines of herbs brushed over his head. "sauced? i'm marinated baby." pitch's whiskers twitched as he held in another fit of giggles, and soon pulled away from dusk so he could sit down. the floor was getting too uneven under his paws, at least hit felt it was. "are you gonna kiss it all better? i think that's the best medicine for me right now. what do ya think?"

trackyy

pitchblack ambled over on unsteady paws, his bone ax harnessed to his side around thick leather straps. from what he heard on echoing rumors there was a bit of tension at meetings as of late, and it was just a bit extra to keep himself... safe. his insurance, basically. though he was rather stoned out of his mind at the current moment, zoning in and out of the meeting and paying attention to one or two words that caught the smoke tabby's attention. for the most part though he was silent throughout the entire thing, leaning back and forth and humming softly to himself.

he probably shouldn't be here. well, not probably, most definitely pitch shouldn't be anywhere near shadowclan while here but the first tier had decided he was safe enough for now. he had attacked luca in a different body, one completely soaked in bloodclan scent and had even held off on the catnip with it. hadn't given a name or used any of his signature weapons against him and was completely anonymous in general. he was lucky the different body gave him a different voice as well, it was all... well, perfectly planned. xi had known what he was talking about when he gave pitch the instructions and respected the warlord in putting such effort for precautions.

strolling toward the border, his pale, glossy gaze would lock onto duskmire and the tom hurried his unbalanced pace until he almost tripped beside the physician. pitch purred and he aimed to nuzzle into the cream tabby. "heyyy duskyyy." he hummed, giving a flick of his tail in greeting to the shadowclanners.

after his canine body had healed up, pitch had taken his next journey to the skulls. as instructed, he waited at the border for someone to approach, his paw still a bit sore from luca's hot jaws snapping on it, but it wasn't too bad. the first tier was definitely a bit cocky in his fighting skills, but he knew for sure this body was up for another good tussle and could be retired later for whatever needs that came up again. "heyo, skulls! bloodclan here; need your hp's asap."

pitch is so CONFUSED hes gonna look at luca like tf u mean dont do WHAT

ftghjkl im just Yelling bc before that thread dusk never actually reciprocated anything pitch did and now that he is out of spite to luca pitch is like tunnel vision on the fact dusk is leaning back into him and wont be paying attention to anyone lmaoo

for the moment, everything seemed to go slow. mal was standing her ground against sango, the others were pissed. pitch was more focused on the soft feeling of dusk's fur against his chin and keeping calm. dusk was like a tether to pitch's impulses, keeping his grounded and halting the tom from floating away, too far into them that he couldn't go back. their voices were all muffled and distant as he buried his nose into the tabby's fur, but then froze as luca spoke in his direction.

"don't."

don't... what? as far as the first tier knew he hadn't done anything. he had actually been keeping pretty respectable and tame in front of bloodclans guests, but then duskmire spoke up and the tom was pressing back into pitch. his entire body felt numb when he felt the physician reciprocate, his mind lost to the physical contact. luca wasn't on his mind anymore. all ready to go at sango's throat wasn't in his train of thought. just him and the fact that this was actually happening. despite all the chaos the intoxicated warrior just stood their in a daze, a loud purr rumbling from his chest.

ahh bumping for cobble ^^

im living for shadowclan x bloodclan like what a Time To Be Alive folks

i would Die for stol

seeing xylia, the burmese mountain dog smiled lightly. she was small, and of course pitch immediately took it as a weakness. perhaps he didn't even need to come in his canine body at all, just possess a different looking cat. "yeah, just something that came up." he grinned, and aimed for roots to sprout from the ground and lock her into place. if successful, he would take a step forward to then apply pressure to her neck. he grinned at her though as if he was about to tell a joke, his tail wagging. "how do you live being so tiny? i'd hate to live in a world where i'm constantly looked down on."

pitch was never really one to sit still for very long, as his rump touched the ground his body seemed to sway slightly to whatever little tune was playing in his head. it was gentle and light, he was clearly on some sort of cloud nine just being here. "okay, well- you're gonna love this." debatable, but pitch thought all of his stories were great. his eyes got a distant look as he recalled what had happened, parts of it already fuzzy from his memory. "so i'm hanging out in my den i've got some candles lit, i'm feeling good, i've had eight glasses of wine." he paused as he curled his tail toward his side and giggled. "and outside i hear two beautiful girls talking. they're laughing, they're gossiping or something. then one of them looks over at me and has the most beautiful face i've ever seen." he takes another breath. "besides yours of course. the point is i say, 'woo-hoo girls' and they... sort of look. the one who isn't beautiful is kind of a five but-" he's getting off track, he needs to focus on the good parts. "so the girl's come up to my den and i'm wearing a robe. i'm only wearing a robe." pitch shoots him a wink at that. "and i say why don't you come into my den and smoke some catnip, and they say where's you bed, and i say this is the bed right here and they say can we sit on the bed." another breath. "and i say sure but these are priceless black panther pelts and they say but they're not even soft!" he sort of zones out for a moment, but continues after regaining his train of thought. "then i say; sometimes... things that are dangerous, are worse." he looked back to duskmire with a big grin.

"so anyway they didn't wanna cuddle and slashed my face."

after that amazing story, though, pitch became more focused on what dusk had been doing. "infection? aww... well what about- oh. okay." pitch straightened up and made sure not too lean too far one way or the other as dusk spread the remedy across his cuts. of course pitch couldn't keep quiet for long.

"do you like doing this? the healing stuff? i tried it once in shadowclan but it didn't really work out too well. a lot of the healers i've met though were kinda rough with their patients, but you're soft." he was getting mixed up with personality and actual physical appearance, but he definitely did enjoy how soft dusk's fur felt. "were you healer before bloodclan, though?"

his attack did nothing but he had got the point across. he was here to be aggressive, and attack. she was taking the defensive, against an ally, which should stick to her head in the end. "who am i?" he scoffed, sending another ripple of vines to follow her but not attack, he was amused to see how fast she could dodge them all. "that;s not important. i'm here, cause bloodclan doesn't wanna fuck with the skulls anymore; don't bother showing up anymore princess." he backed away from the border, seeing no reason to try to continue attacking. he wasn't out to kill anyone, as far as he knew.

he saluted xylia with a faint smile and turned around. "nice meeting you by the way." he chuckled, waving her off and heading back to report.

pitch was always one for a good prank. seeing his clanmates get pissed off and bitter because their day had been unexpectedly turned upside down. at least, contrary to marcelene, pitch knew who not to fuck with. he didn't prank people like hostess or merle when he would visit her. the shadowclanners like snickersbar, pyreknight and lemon- lemniscatecross, were fun to mess with. they wouldn't retaliate against him because he had just been a kid, but malkyn? he wouldn't put it passed her to slaughter half her kids if she felt like it. "hey, i wouldn't-" well, too late. the damage was done and marcelene was either fucked, or royally fucked.