Posts by bookthief !!!

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[sup]As soon as she was out, her nose clogged up with new scents, all of them unfamiliar to her. That caused slight panic to rise. Ha, imagine. A newborn's first emotion is panic. Naturally, her eyes were closed, so she couldn't see anything. Voices were heard but she didn't know what they were saying. It all sounded like gibberish or short blurbs. The cub opened her mouth to attempt to speak but no sound came out except for a teeny tiny squeak. Her only focus was to get out of the calamity of sounds an find somewhere safer. Like her mother, for example.

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[sup]Ever since Bookcub was born, she despised attention. It was a pointless and horrible thing in her opinion and she didn't know why others craved it. After all, it was stupid. But Bookcub knew that her Tribemates would respect her hatred for it. If not, the they would have to live with it because she certainly wasn't going to change her opinion. She sat down in a corner, hoping not to draw attention to herself. Anything but that.
Sometimes she wondered why she was so anti-social but since she was so young, she, herself, could not understand it. She wished that she would find some sort if specific reason but nothing came to her. In a matter of age, it would.

/ mobile

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[sup]It was much better to observe than interact. Bookcub didn't want to join the regular joinings or meetings but she felt as if she was forced to. So be it. It wasn't like she was expected to say anything, after all. The cougar cub was still very new to the Tribe. She did not join but she was born into it. Her eyes only opened two weeks after birth so she still had many things to see. However, her sense of personality came into play early. She was becoming more anti-social and hard to talk with. So, the cub decided to keep her mouth clamped shut. She was happy that way.

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[sup]That was quite interesting, in Bookcub's opinion. She liked all of the colors - they were all bright and beautiful. If only others appreciated the colors in nature as much as she did. But instead of commenting, the cougar cub just simply sat a few feet away, her eyes glinting in interest. She wasn't one to speak, especially when there were many others around. She would rather watch what happens then take part in it. If she was asked, she would just work by herself.

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[sup]Bookcub just nodded her head in respect and congratulations. She wasn't mute or anything - she just disliked speaking. She wasn't good at it, if that was even possible. She always worried about her tone of voice, her body language, etc. So, to stop those from worrying her to death, she hardly ever spoke to anyone unless she was verbally asked to.
Anyways, she still needed to get used to her Tribemates. She was still considered new to the Tribe.

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[sup]Welcome to the Tribe!
I haven't been on the site for a long time myself but the people online are very nice! c:

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[sup]Would anyone like threads with Bookcub? C:

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[sup]It suddenly became a sneezing party. How nice. Bookcub, being her usual self, only approached them but did not say anything in the process. What was the use of that? She would only say her name when she was asked to - and politely at that matter. The cougar cub only looked over at each of them, trying to memorize faces and names while she listened.

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[sup]Oh no! Now he thought that she was injured. Bookcub briskly shook her head, not wanting to cause panic within her fellow Tribemembers. "N-no, I'm fine." She replied, not making any eye contact because she was so nervous. She hardly spoke to anyone so she was naturally a nervous and anxious wreck when it came to simple conversations. She felt insecure about everything about the way she spoke, which was very uncommon at her age. But she couldn't help it! It seemed natural to her.

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[sup]Great, now everyone joined the party. Bookcub don't plan on this happening at all! Swishing her thin tail nervously, she reluctantly introduced herself, "I'm Bookcub, for those of you who don't know." Even though she hated speaking, she was rather good at it. "Hi mom," She then said to her mother, suddenly feeling safer when she was near. It was the sort of attachment that a mother and child normally had. It wasn't anything bad but it just showed that Bookcub was a mommy's girl.

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[sup]Oh, this was rather interesting. She had never seen animals from a new Tribe so they sparked her interest. She wondered what their ways of life were. Did they have the same High Position ranks there? Or maybe they were different? Did they eat the same prey? Mind flowing with questions, Bookcub carefully watched. It wasn't like she was going to get noticed anyway, which was a quirk and talent that she liked.

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[sup]Didn't you eat mice? Why on Earth would they be kept as pets? Well, she hasn't even heard of pets so she must be out of the system but still! Mice were supposed to be eaten. But, of course, Bookcub did not say that aloud. Instead, she just approached the growing crowd and tilted her head curiously to show her confusion.

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[sup]Bookcub didn't want to speak but she felt the need to. After all, he was the leader of the Tribe, so it would be disrespectful not to. The cub did not want to be disrespectful. It would give her a bad image. "Need anything else?" She asked, trying to mask her worry with a questioning tone of voice. She didn't speak often so her sentences were rather broken. She wished they weren't. She wished that she was just a regular cub who enjoyed the company of others. Unfortunately, she was not.

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[sup]Bookcub wasn't fazed by death, surprisingly. She, instead of mourning, only padded up to them and sniffed the body. The strong scent of blood made her recoil but she didn't go anywhere. She didn't want to. She wanted to see what would happen if he was still alive. Noticing that she looked awkward standing near a body, she slowly backed away, her eyes still fixed on it. "I don't think there's much hope for him." She muttered, making sure that her voice was barely audible. The poor guy didn't look like he was breathing, for Pete's sake. Then again, maybe he was but shallowly. Her eyes played tricks on her sometimes. Anyways, she wasn't a medic, so she didn't know for sure.

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[sup]The leader was here as well? How nice. Just what Bookcub needed. The female only nodded briskly, "Oh...hello." She forced her neck fur to lie straight. She didn't want to seem embarrassed in his presence. After all, Citadark was the leader and therefore one of the most important people in the Tribe. She didn't want to seem intimidated by him even though she was.

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[sup]Bookcub merely blinked. Death didn't bother her. It seemed natural to her. Everyone was going to die sooner or later so why run away from it? "Should we bury him?" She eventually asked, speaking in a soft tone of voice. Burying him seemed like the good way to go. He would mos likely be decomposed after a while. That was pretty much the circle of life. But, of course, Bookcub didn't know that. She was still young and naive despite her personality.

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[sup]Yes, the death was saddening, but they had to move on. Maybe it was easier for her to push through this because she don't know Grim at all. She would only get upset if someone she knew died. Grim was just a simple wolf to her. She decided to help out a little so she began to scrape some dirt away as well. Her paws were larger and wider then an average feline's so it was quite an easy job for her, even though she was still young.

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[sup]"Fine."

That was all she said. She didn't want to sugarcoat it or anything. She was doing fine and she was perfectly okay with that. She wasn't overjoyed or anything. In all honesty, she was far from it. She hated company. But, to be polite, she did not say that aloud.

/extremely low muse

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[sup]Everyone was getting hurt. They couldn't even keep themselves safe from objects that shouldn't be considered dangerous and were common. Bookcub couldn't understand how easy it was to hurt oneself but that was because she had never done it herself. She kept silent, though, and kept her ranting to herself. She didn't want anyone to hear and hate her for those. The worst thing that they could do was hate her.

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[sup]Who was this? Why did everyone know him? Why? Why wasn't Bookcunb informed? The cougar cub kept her eyes glued on the re-joiner, curiosity filling them instead of the indignation she was feeling inside. Bookcub wanted to be the first to know about everything - at least let her know. She wondered why everyone was acting all surprised about this guy as well. Of course, she did not say those things aloud. Who knew what they might say about her unjust anger?