Posts by glitchmob

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Parties weren't her thing, and neither were physical activities. So this was all a no-go for Glitch. "Woohoo. Don't get too wasted."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]She watched him, from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but think he looked like a twoleg in that position. "I think he's doing his job well and actually acting like a clan cat leader. The clan lands have lost sight of StarClan and the Warrior Code. They've long forgotten the reason we're all in clans and not houses and zoos." Glitch lifted a brow, "What do you think?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Well what the hell was that for? It wasn't like that was an herb, so that was pointless. The marlot didn't know what she was supposed to do, did she thank him for murdering the plant? She just nodded, not saying anything.
Glitch was one of those people that didn't understand how someone was feeling until they said it out loud. With Lask it had been pretty easy, though. He was completely normal around everyone, but when it cam to her he was a mess. So one day she just asked why he seemed so nervous around her, and he confessed to her.
"The color.." She began, picking up the flower with her claw. "This is my favorite color." And she had only seen it in RiverClan. The female saw her emotions around her as colors, and the light purple color was only visible in RiverClan because it was the color of feeling bittersweet. She had loved her family, but didn't feel accepted. Bittersweet.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]She blinked. Feelings for someone...? Now she really didn't know what to say. What kind of feelings did he mean? Glitch started to feel uncomfortable.
"Uh-uh, what do you mean by that?" Her already large oculars widened and turned into a rosy color of embarrassment.
/mobile oops
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Okay then, not really what she had expected. The marlot bit the inside of her cheek and looked to the side, having no idea what to say. "Um.. okay." Was she supposed to say something like 'oh I love you too!' Well, she didn't even know how she felt. Up until now she hadn't even seen Surfpaw in that light.
"Could you, uh, gimme some time to think about that?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]The feline proceeded to clean the wound, her movements quick and efficient. "This is the ability to absorb pain. I have the same thing." Glitch looked at the pup sternly. "Don't ever use it again. Physical pain is not meant to be shared."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]"Get your butt down from there." The infamous mother had arrived at last. "I'll disown you if you end up as physically lame as me, young'un." Glitchmob had finally decided she'd care about her kids a little. They were the only thing of Alaskanriches she had left, and she was now desperately clinging on to them.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Her stomach tightened and the corners of her eyes crinkled. Dammit, why did Spock have to get himself hurt for the millionth time? "Coming."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]For the first time in her life, Glitchmob was using her multiple possessions. In her cheetah body, she sprinted to the accident as fast as she could after being informed by Wingspan. Upon arrival she noticed Hya had begun healing. Thank you.
"I'm here." Hopefully they'd be able to tell who she was by the tone of her voice and the bundle of herbs in her mouth. The spotted wildcat set the herbs on the ground and eyed the canine before them. "Hya, you have the splint covered, correct?" The medicine cat took in a deep breath and turned on medic-mode.
"He needs to be moved after you do that.." Thousandlies screams were beginning to bother her. "Thousandlies knock it off! If you can't contain your screams then leave, if you can then do it now!" She meant no disrespect to the feline, but she would not condone with someone shrieking at a time like this.
"If anyone has a big animal body, go get it into it now and help me."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Her eyes widened for a brief moment before shaking her head to herself. "Yeah Bear, that's a big help. Thanks." The eight-moon-old nodded that it was time for him to be carried away. "Thanks for the offer, HG, but I think we're good for now." Yeah she nicknamed Hungergames 'HG'.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Well a lot of people didn't know her, so why not? "I'm one of the medicine cats, Glitchmob." The deformed hybrid spoke in her usual deep, gravelly, and husky voice.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]What the * was he doing here? Glitch never really had expected to see his face again along with all of her other children, so this was quite a shock. The fem blinked back her surprise as she hobbled over to the young boy, oculars turning into slits. "Castor." Her tone was short and dead.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Didn't she put Legacy in charge of teaching her, or something? Well, she wouldn't know anyway. Anything she said to Leg the chick turned around and did the opposite then whine to Fireflystar. "I'll watch for now." Glitchmob informed in a neutral tone, giving Westie a reassuring nod.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]A feeling that was new to her crept into her stomach. Why did every fucking person around her hate her? What did she do to anyone? The marlot had wanted to run far, far away several times but there was always one little annoying thing that would hold her back each time.
Glitch wanted to snap at him and cuff his ear, reprimanding him for apologizing to the wrong person. But she didn't have the energy for that, she was so exhausted from everything.
In a quiet voice, she just nodded and replied. "'Kay." The wildcat turned around and made her way back to her nest.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]when the day comes and a character that's name has 'push' in it i will ship them so hard with naveen
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]heal quickly, nuka!
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Glitchmob had finally reached decision to Surfpaw's confession. She had tried to think about it as a seriously as possible, listing the pros and cons of starting a relationship. The two sides were very close in numbers, but one of them was heavier than the other.
The female had been forgetting everything she used to believe in, and was now found padding into camp in her cheetah body. And boy was that body attractive. Sexy gaze, lean and long legs, slender body, and a beautiful pelt. It was very strange to have her transition from her plain marlot body to her gorgeous cheetah one. Oh, and not to mention this one had no deformities.
Coming up to the medicine den, the wildcat called out. "Surf? I wanna talk to you."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]This was now her third attempt of running away from WindClan, and she knew exactly how it would end. She'd stop in her tracks, shake her head and convince herself she was acting childish, then walk home. Why am I going back there? Why don't I just stay away, make some people happy? She had no interest in herbs anymore, she felt no strong desire to 'serve her clan in the best possible way she could'. Why do that for a clan that barely wanted her there? There was someone, actually, who admired her greatly. Surfpaw. He was handsome, alright, but that was all. She had never seen him in that light, never really though of him romantically. She had always only seen one person in front of her for love.
Lately she had changed, quite a bit. She was forgetting her morals, forgetting her beliefs, losing sight of her dreams. The world had just been very empty for the past three moons, it felt like she had been cursed by someone up in the stars. Cursed for being such a horrible girl, for being so insensitive and bitter. She'd started to notice how very few people considered her a friend and how very many people wanted her dead. But why? What did she do besides be cold? She didn't understand, nothing made sense. She didn't understand why she lost her memories, she didn't understand why her parents left her for StarClan, she didn't understand why the only person she dared to trust betrayed her, she didn't understand why WindClan didn't bury her after she died so she would be dead forever.
Suicide had come to mind several times, but she knew her mother, sister, and father would be very ashamed of her. Does it even matter what some people who betrayed me by dying so early think? The eight-moon-old didn't want to be in WindClan, nor be in the living realm.
In her cheetah body, which was pretty attractive compared to her regular one, the girl was on her way back to WindClan after running away. Her steps were somewhat slow and irregular, but there was no helping it since she had to teach herself to walk an entirely different way once in a normal body. It was like flying with broken wings your whole life, then one day you woke up and they were repaired and you had to relearn how to fly.
The wildcat stopped at a meadow to rest, her chest heaving from all the walking. She laid on the ground, belly facing the sky and back on the ground so she could gaze at the clouds. Glitchmob began tracing shapes in the clouds with her paw, noting how all of the ones she made out were rather dark and dank. One of them looked like a very familiar scar she had inflicted on someone. The spotted big cat cringed and rolled over on to her side, burying her face in the dried grass.
Some time ago, she had acted on on rage and hurt and raked her claws on Lask's cheek after his possessor confessed to him cheating. Never had she felt so much pain, not even when she had been brutally murdered. The only one she had left had gotten her pregnant with demons (who killed her while birthing), then fucked the most gorgeous girl in the clan and told her to keep the kits a secret from everyone, and fled the clan soon after to care for his fiend kits and broken soul.
Maybe the problem was her? She had the horrible personality, the deformities, she left RiverClan, she was stupid to walk beside a cliff, and demons decided to choose her of all people to possess her fetuses. Just stop. Oh how she just wanted to flip a switch and turn off her thinking. Get up, walk. Glitchmob just wanted nothing more than to stop feeling this way 24/7. Go.
The cheetah picked herself off of the ground, surprised to find her eyes threatening to spill tears. Do not cry. Glitch began to walk, not even knowing where. A flash of movement to her left caught her attention.
Four faint scars on a big ebony boy's pretty face.
Her pelt drained of color, her irises turned a whitish color. What was he doing here? Was he running away, too? Was he meeting someone? Was he looking for something? The slender female stood where she was, staring at Alaskanriches with wide oculars. She couldn't remember how to talk, how to move, how to breathe.
After what seemed like forever, the girl broke free from her state as a drop of water fell on her cheek. Rain? The clouds were so whisy earlier, though. She looked up to see if anymore was falling but there was none. Her eyes were the source of rain. Hoping he didn't see, the female turned her head to the side and wiped her visionaries with a paw before forcing color back into her pelt and eyes.
She tried her best to look strong. "Why are you here?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]He didn't know her. He didn't recognize who she was. He had forgotten her, hadn't he? She had just been one of countless girls he had forgotten the names of, right?
No. Her heart felt like it was being injected with poison. Can't be true. The world started to turn into black and white, the color slowly ebbing away. Why was she so affected by this little thing?
She couldn't act very strong.
The cheetah looked down at her paws, everything in her going numb. "I was running away." She began, still staring at her feet. "I'm such a weak girl, aren't I?" Her deep and husky voice was weak, a hoarse whisper. Glitchmob managed to crack a fake smile and raise an invisible brow as she looked up at the former WindClanner. What was she trying to do? Make him recognize her without saying her name?
And what if she did tell him who she was? "Glitchmob? Name doesn't ring any bells, sorry." "That's a little familiar, well, actually I really don't know you." "I don't know anyone named Glitchmob." No, no, no she was just getting ahead of herself like she normally did. There was no way someone could forget their former mate and mother of their demon kits, right? Not to mention the huge age gap between them, that was pretty hard to lose the memory of. He should know who she was just by the sound of her voice.
Or maybe this wasn't Alaskanriches, maybe this was some other guy that looked like him. Her eyes slid over to take in his appearance. No, she knew his body better than anyone. The shape of his ears, the exact shade of his eyes, every little nick and scar, even how long his tail was.
"I can't run away, though," she began to finish her words. "Spock's got memory loss and Sandy's screaming all the time because she's scared for him. Oh, and I have to let Legacy know that I'm not dead so no parties can be thrown yet. Being a medicine cat sure is fun these days." She wasn't even trying to hide the hurt in her voice as this point, and her personality seemed to be completely gone and replaced with an exhausted person. This was the Alakanriches-less Glitchmob.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]The female shrugged, "I suggest someone with telepathy talks to them to learn more about the illness, how it's spread, etcetera. If they have a way of treating it and know how it's spread, I'd like to go there and help out."
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