Posts by Archaickit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]track on new flashy subaccount <3

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]tracking on subaccount.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]boop threads with archaickit?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]A beachball? How intriguing; the male would've maybe marvelled over it if he could see, and if he simply had the energy, but the heavily scarred and anorexic child simply couldn't fathom the will to bounce with a grin. He approached tentatively, his lips splitting into only a slightly agonised smile for a moment, thinly veiled and terrified as he came to a halt at the edge of the water Anima was perched in. Chocolate eyes, practically sightless, skimmed over her blurred form, and then Archaickit shivered, slowly sitting down, seeing no point in standing as standing suggested movement, which was, in his case, restricted due to bandages and poultices, a lot of which stung rather potently.

"Hello, miss," the palid kitten whispered hoarsely, then, just loud enough to hear, "what are you doing in the water?" it took a moment to spit out the words, and then he swallowed, tasting bile already, head swimming with fatigue. "I'm... Archaickit, it's nice to meet you."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]On hearing the call through sensitive ears, the kitten, heavily scarred and heavily bandaged to the point where it was hard to see where healer-administrated poultices ended and cat began, tottered over, steps drawn out and painful. A thin smile spread weakly across his maw, and Archaickit swept his almost sightless gaze across the group gathering for a story, nodding slowly before wincing at the pain shooting up his shoulders at the simple movement. Deciding not to speak -- the hassle of whispering out was not worth it -- the chalk hued child sat, closing his practically useless chocolate orbs so he could focus on the oncoming story.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]There were a few things he could understand as he limped slowly over, almost blind eyes flicking back and forth. One: due to his injuries, he would never be able to become a fighting warrior. Two: there was nothing he wanted more than to heal the people of the clan that had taken him in and saved him as he teetered on the brink of death. Three: there was no way he was going to earn a medic apprentice position, his lack of experience in the clan making him both unpopular and unknown in a harsh world. Yet his dream was still swelling in his broken heart as he stumbled over, swathed in bandages, and he sat, ears pricking. He would love this; he had picked up on basic knowledge before the wounds, before ArcadianClan, and he had listened best he could to Birdcub's instructions to others as she'd healed him. Yet there was no expression on his face that suggested he was feeling anything but mild agony, so it would be hard to estimate his current emotions lest he voiced them.

( mobile track + school )

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]He inhaled the story as if it were oxygen, his ears pricked and a curious light replacing whatever other had previously been in his gaze. Poor Curtis, of course; the dance with death he had entailed in before his mother's arrival must've been a rather upsetting experience, but at least he had come away with little more than a scare. Archaickit found himself now wrapped up in this world of Curtis's, body statuesque, waiting for Vindicate to continue with his tale.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]"Miss Anima... What are you doing in the water? And hello, everyone." swallowing once more before repeating his inquiry, Archaickit glanced back and forth blindly as more ArcadianClanners joined the two. Approaching now were three more, it seemed, to make a smallish group that would undoubtedly converse, or perhaps engage in some physical activity with the odd, colourful blur beside the blur that now had a name- Haerii Blair-Alae Anima. Quite a lengthy name, too; the alabaster child was glad he did not have to speak it, else he feared he'd mess up and embarrass himself.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]"I don't think they can- ah- fly, miss. Cats don't... fly.." the bandaged kitten limped over, slowly, a frightened wince on his maw and his fur fluffed up against the mild breeze; Archaickit decided to first answer Bikinipaw's naive question before huddle amongst the adults for some sort of protection. He understood, from the snippets of conversation he had grasped, that this femme hailed from an ally clan, but was still wary, almost blind eyes wide and revealing white.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]A patrol? Sounded dangerous, to be honest, but Archaickit wandered over anyway, wincing at the pain but determined to keep up his movements until it lessened. "Good luck," the alabaster kitten called out weakly in a hoarse whisper, ears facing forwards, even if he didn't know what he was wishing them luck for. Maybe to protect them against whatever beasts lurked in the darkness of ArcadianClan territory; if there was any danger, of course. He bit his lip, thinking, then; what if a beast had attacked him, hence the wounds? He couldn't remember, but hoped they didn't run into anything hostile.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]sadness consumes me and i can feel nothing
but the grinding of pain at my heart!

He was humming an idle tune at the back of his raw and stinging throat, alabaster paws kneading at small rocks to roll them into patterns he did not comprehend, his mind blank and his body unmoving except for his forelegs and lips, forming words in a language that didn't exist. Tired and trying to distract himself from the aching agony of the many wounds, unable to run around as a normal child would due to the pain and restrictive bandages that bound him, Archaickit, a rather depressed little soul, had taken to other means of entertaining himself, going as far as playing with stones just to feel something beneath his paws other than the constant ground.

How he longed for friends, but friends were not an option; even without fully functioning eyes he knew he was given odd looks by other kittens, as murmurs often hushed whenever he approached a group, or brushed past them in a pained limp. He wasn't offered help when he fell, and had since learnt, in a matter of days, to pick himself up without asking for aid. He didn't need aid. He didn't need friends. Yet he maintained this shy, hopeful, helpful persona, as in the end, these were the people that had saved his life, more or less.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]it's an awkward conundrum of constant confusion
and it's tearing my body apart!

He was half asleep and mulling with a fatigue he didn't know he could possess, even moreso than the usual lack of energy he now contained. Scrabbling at the last urges to stay awake, deciding pain would force him to remain conscious, Archaickit stumbled out of the nursery, away from negative glances and suspicious whispers. He neglected the concept of food, decided against drinking, and rather sought shade, curling in a corner and watching the blurs change and morph as many animals passed him by. He was practically hidden here, hard to spot even if his white fur stuck out like a sore thumb, the poultices pressed against him and wrapped tight, binding him, also escaping the far more accurate eyes of the older individuals around him.

It was good, however, in a way, and Archie soon relaxed, the tenseness easing from his muscles as he realised he was definitely being ignored.

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NIGHTTIME~ wrote:

Bird X Archaic thread?

Vindicate Clemens wrote:

Text: um sure

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]bird x archaic
vin x archaic

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]In no way was he even mildly upset by being alone but he didn't mind Vindicate's company, flinching slightly at the voice but soon once again calming as he realised who it was. The grey blur seemed familiar, and the tones accompanying it most definitely were, so Archaickit once again lifted his head with a pained smile. "I'll live," the sickly kitten whispered roughly, response vague. "What's your name, mister? I'm Archaickit. I know we've... Met, but we haven't been acquainted... Yet." now putting pressure on his forepaws to ease into a sitting position, exhaling suddenly, the rather tightly patched up kitten proceeded to scrutinise the smudge known as Vindicate Clemens closely, foggy chocolate eyes weary.

( mobile + restaurant )

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