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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]"HA LET'S DO THIS MWHUAHAH." Toxickit screamed, knowing he was too young to be in such a mature field. The caracal, son of Soulguard and Ella, started leaping around on his quick paws to try to find an easy target. He was significantly bigger than some kittens thanks to being a hella rad wildcat. "Watch out punks, X is comin' for youuuuu." The caracal laughed like a madman in an asylum.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]"Dreams are brought to us by some rocker dudes who got so stoned that they start puking acid from rocker dude heaven." Perhaps..this young one had to wrong idea. Toxickit's caramel eyes were bright and wild, imagination uncontrollable. It was obvious that X didn't know what any of that lingo was as he used it all incorrectly. I guess that's the consequence when you talk to some high loner on the border. "Oh I mean..sucks bro."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]Oh swag. A friend. Now what does someone do with a friend..? Being so inexperienced with things that should come naturally to people, the caracal cocked his head to look up at the towering striped beast. "You like me? Don't kiss me please..I'm not into that stuff man." Perhaps X was taking it the wrong way. Scratch that, it was obvious that he was taking it the wrong way. "I don't wanna get cooootiesssss."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]"Good! Because kissing is gross like can I please just be a lonely guy who just lays there like a potato all day..or naw." Toxickit said brightly, starting to prance around the large tiger. At least he was cheering up. "So are we friends? I don't even know your name. I'm Toxickit, but I like to call myself X because I'm like a totally swagmaster..just sayin'." The caracal said openly, closing his eyes as he continued to walk about.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]Toxickit walked over, head cocked. What was a meeting. Was it some secret mission with spies? Whoa, what if it was some weird club where you have to drink each other's blood? As these absolutely ridiculous thoughts rushed through X's head, the caracal smiled and followed the lead of the others. "Coooongratsssssssss." The brute said in a light, sing-songy voice.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]Ooohhh look people! Toxickit started to get excited at the sight of his friends. "Ohhey amigos. Uh Marie..I don't speaky that languagey. Sorry. And Ayeee Lukeyyy..good job on that promo..even though I don't know what a Dux is..." The cub said much to quickly, running out of breath very fast.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]"Oh..so you aren't a cheap stripper! That's a bright side." X said brightly, recalling to his comment at the meeting. Psh, he always thought of himself as the most hilarious person on the planet. Not to mention raddest. "So anything new lately? Anything worth talkin' about?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]"Sup dorks." Toxickit said brightly, noticing an intense game of truth or dare. Now this was his scene! Everyone was having a great time just being childish--a current hobby of his. The caracal cub padded over to seat himself near the front of Banner, head cocked. "Why are your eyes closed? That's hella rad. Let me do it too!" X squealed, finding this whole "closed eye" thing to be something amazing and awesome.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]Seeing Tellpaw off to the side with an unpleasant expression got Toxic thinking. Maybe with a few nice words he could get the feline to dance with him. Though who wouldn't want to dance with a handsome devil like himself. Chuckling at his own attempt at a joke, the cub jogged over to the apprentice. "You. Me. Dance floor. Right now." Toxickit's words were as smooth as silk, learning only from the best.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]Unlike the knight who chose to remain silent in his greeting, Toxickit had different ideas. To him, he had to make himself be noticed. This meant either a rambunctious entrance or some catchy remark--typically a combination of the two. The caracal, with his young and vivid eyes, walked over to whoever was gathered. "Heeyy sup." The cub asked as he tried to find something interesting to talk about.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]Toxickit was so confused. How come everyone was so nice? Was he the only mean one? Starting to feel a little guilty, the young cub sighed dramatically and flopped onto his tan belly. "Well hiiiii everyone. You guys are all so I nice I literally can't even." X mentioned, rolling on his back now. Then it struck him. "Oh!" The brute jumped up to all fours rather quickly, eyes ablaze. "Oh oh oh! we should play a game omg." Tox exclaimed, intentionally using text lingo because he thought it was cool.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]Confess it? That sounded totally up X's ally. "Oooohh scandalous. I like it." Toxic said darkly, laughing a little. "So homeslice, how do we play?" The caracal asked the much larger tiger, looking up to him as a big brother of sorts.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]"Brooooooo who are youuu." Toxickit called slowly, some words drawn out much longer than the others. His attempt was to sound like a gnarly surfer dude, but it sounded more along the lines of a stoner. X sat himself down by the healer, eyes trained on the feline.
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