Posts by Shiversong

SHOULD HAWKEYE BE A LYNX

I THINK HE SHOULD BE A LYNX

hello

its me

hawkeye is secretly adele CONFIRMED

also

//beats up ceiling fan

i gotchu bae

Hence, the awkward lynx decided to make an arrival. He hadn't officially joined yet, but he planned on it, so the rather small feline decided to join with Natasha. He sat beside the black panther, acutely aware that he basically looked like a bunny compared to her. Oh, well.

"Hey, um, are you joining? I think I might tag along." He smiled sheepishly, shuffling his paws in the snow.

gotta gu ferst

HE NEEDS LITTLE CHILDREN TO BE A FATHER FIGURE TOWARDS OKAY OKAY
phewwww

oh also he's open to anything because Clint's personality is pre dynamic yoooo
except for like death and litters and shit, that aint cool yet heheheh

ill make the majority of threads because I'm nice looking

If you look closely, in a snowy tree, there was a dusty brown lynx sitting in one of the lower branches, sitting very properly as he let his share gaze scan the ground below him. He wasn't hunting or searching for something, no, he just liked being in trees - anywhere off the ground, really. Plus, he planned on jumping down and totally looking like a badass when someone showed up to talk to him.

"Meet and greet? I'm Clint Barton. CB. The Big C. Hawkeye. Except I'm not actually a bird," the fluffy individual was rambling, his ears occasionally giving an idle twitch along with his stumpy floof of a tail as he waited for others to show up.

I'M 5'3' GET REKT SHORTIES

Alright, now was time for his totally cool entrance. Taking a moment to prepare, Clint leapt down from the tree and landed a few feet in front of Bones, nodding his head in greetings, "pleasure to meet you, Bones," the lynx waved a paw, the dusty brown fur still crusted in snow.

He then briskly trotted over to Skyfall, stopping to ponder the fact that now he'd been called Mr. Barton twice. It made him sound like an old mafia leader or something, it was kinda cool, "A pleasure, Mr. Alistair," he returned, offering a small smile.

Rosalie was next, and oh my goodness Clint already loved her. He had a soft spot for children, he had always wanted to be a father, so that results in him doting over every child he comes across. "Hello, dear! It's wonderful to meet you!" He rumbled kindly, losing the professional tone he had held for Bones and Skyfall.

I feel like him and Clint would be good friends

they'd bond like two dads

or grandpa and dad
perf

noted, ill also work toward being more welcoming c: this was a well-thought out post, very put together, good job c:

yes please c: if you don't want to make it, i totally can c;

CALLI YOU BETTER DO THAT OMG
CHOCOLATERAIN 4 PRESIDENT

YESSSS

threads?

litter: copperwires xx capricornhorns lions
name: cinnamonwhiskey
gender: female
age: 9 months

basic appearance: just your average lioness, really. She's got that dusty brown colour, and deep brown eyes with little fleas of gold in them. She'd decently built, but is actually rather weak in the muscle area. Cin has big, fluffy ears and a narrow face, paired with large paws and a long, sleek tail.

basic personality: She's flirty and upfront, and she doesn't really have a filter on her mouth, so she says exactly what she's thinking, all the time. So, Cin gets into a lot of trouble for her big mouth, and she's also loud and boisterous.

Clint was also exploring in the sand - if you could call it that. The male was idly looking around when he spotted Bones, who appeared to be deep in thought. Trotting over to the other male, Barton let out a cough, clearing his throat, before speaking up.

"You look like you've got something on your mind?" he mused, letting the statement end on a high note, making it sound more like a question.

who is this matpat fellow

he sounds funny, youtuber?

"Hello, nice to meet you, Mist!" he smiled back, his golden eyes bright. This was nice, everyone was being so polite, it made the old lynx happy.

"Greenway, nice name. Good to meet you." He nodded toward the male, lifting a small paw to wave quickly before letting it fall with a thud.

Looking back to Rosalie, he smiled again, before looking up to Raven, giving her a smile and a wave as he spoke, "it's nice to meet you, Raven!."

Clint felt a smile grow as he approached the male, coming to a stop and settling down with a thud. The lynx felt dwarfed and old compared to this guy, but he didn't mind. "Hello! I'm Clint Barton, nice to meet you, Thor." He was just in a super friendly mood, and this guy seemed nice.

//hot dAMN THAT GIF I CANT STOP WATCHING IT

Clint was merely taking a warm afternoon nap, curled into a tight little ball that made him appear twice as small as he actually was. He wasn't dreaming, no, this was a peaceful sleep.

After a while, his golden eyes opened, slowly but surely, as the male stood up and stretched, shaking dust and flecks of snow out of his pelt. Hey, maybe he should try and chat someone up? Barton mulled over the fact, then he decided it was a good idea, so now he was exploring, keeping a watchful eye for anyone who would want to chat.