Posts by ? toxickit ?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{"Oh hey Luke, it's a stranger..Can I lick it?" The caracal said almost like an echo, jaw dropped in aw. It was a really weird thing to say, but for the spunky apprentice, it was normal. With enlarged pupils, the cub tried to approach Washington, but he didn't advance too much as he simply stuck to the Dux's side.}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{"Psh, I'm out of camp all the time. Calm your panties." Toxickit said with a slick tone of voice, flicking his tail as he took the vacant spot next to Nero. Looking at the stranger through a pair of caramel optics, the cub tilted his head a bit. Strangers were weird things, especially when they were massive beasts like most of his friends were.}

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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{Getting lost in these parts was awfully had, but for a stranger it could be rather frightening. Stuck in a vicious anticlan who wouldn't be afraid to rip you to nothing. Thankfully, Toxickit wasn't like that. He wasn't like the others. Noticing the wailing pup, the caracal tilted his head. "What's wrong stop crying." The cub said, not knowing how to respectfully treat lost people.}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{Toxickit scrambled over to the joiner, looking at him through a pair of curious orbs. "Ohhh hi you're wanting to join, aren't ya?" The caracal cub said, holding his head rather high for his prediction. Ah, cubs were so naive.}

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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{"I'll throw a party for you friend!" X promised, running up to the massive tiger, nuzzling him with his tawny head. He hadn't noticed Luke was missing due to his roleplayer not being able to get online, but Toxickit would've noticed for sure if the conditions for his roleplayer were ideal.}

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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{Looking back towards the voice, Toxickit got distracted, leaving him with little time to brake before smashing head on into a tower of gross cardboard boxes. BOOM! In a bit of a daze from his head on collision, the cub dug around in the pile of rubbish to drag out his prized possession - a neon yellow penny board he found near the dumpster. Oh yessss.}

_{"Sorry for my rough landing - usually I have more swag than that. And I call this, a wheelster..A total beast with hella rad wheels, I think. Wanna take it for a spin Nero?" The cub offered, rolling it over to the much larger tiger cub. Hopefully he would fit and not break it.}

_{( sorry for late response D: )}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{"Hrpm, I guess you could say that. I don't want to say anything, because I could get in trouble." X started, looking at the pirate-looking male through his caramel visionaries. He didn't know the restrictions on saying Luke's name since everything was under so many layers of silence. All he knew was that Luke was demoted and now shunned by everyone. How? Plopping his butt down onto the floor, the caracal cub looked up at the brown tabby. Maybe he would understand?}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{Toxickit nodded. It sucked so bad to have an occasionally inactive roleplayer. He ended up always missing the important things. Blinking for a moment, the usually spunky and outrageous cub was a quiet, confused being. "Yeah man, and I don't really know what the hell he did to be so hated. Lu--he didn't seem to be that bad of a guy..before the event I'd say." Toxickit continued, oddly careful about his word choice.}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{"wow, Ruuuudeee." Toxickit grunted, rolling his eyes at the newcomer. Perhaps it was just his personality, either way X would remember this day as the spunky little cub could hold one hell of a grudge if he tried.}

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width:380px; margin-left: -5px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-size: 9px;]"And I've lived for about four moons now, and my limited knowledge is actually hella low. So Thanks for the explanation.." Toxickit thanked with a respectful bow of his head. Wasn't this Voltaire dude an ex-leader or something? Shrugging the thought off, the caracal wiped away his long face with a new, vibrant one as a replacement. "Now that that is all cleared up, we should play a game. Wanna see my Wheelster? It's a human thing with four wheel and a flat top. It's like..hella rad." What Toxickit was referring to was his newfound penny board he tried out with Nero, a new dux. It was a crowd pleaser if he did say so himself.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width:380px; margin-left: -5px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-size: 9px;]OOOOoooo! A big fluffy creature! Toxickit ran over, eyes ecstatic like a bolt of heavenly lightning. "Wow! Look at you..a big ball of fur. I like you. I don't even know you yet, but I can really tell I like you." The cub exclaimed, really anxious for the large creature to join SkullClan. Perhaps they could be friends! Maybe he could teach Moose to ride his pennyboard! Wow, the possibilities were endless.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width:380px; margin-left: -5px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-size: 9px;]Oh this was going to be interesting--boys versus girls! Getting excited at the thought, Toxickit couldn't wait to join the fight. Though he wasn't the age of an apprentice, he practically was the size of ones. Thank god he was a mighty caracal instead of some lowly cat. Ah, the luxury. "Oh swag, let's kick some serious ass." X called, charging right over to the polar bear. Perhaps his lack of skills and overall carelessness would prove to be beneficial against his slower but larger opponent.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width:380px; margin-left: -5px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-size: 9px;]"Me." The voice belong to the young and very naive Toxickit, or as he sometimes preferred, X. Though he was merely a cub, he had a few, odd tricks up his sleeve. Not to mention how large he was for only nearing his apprenticeship in the coming moon. Smiling to his superior, the cub had a hopeful grin on his face. Maybe Banner would pick him! If he looked cute enough, would that sway his opinion? "Oh pleease oh please it would be so fun!" X continued, trying his hand at being a little adorable being.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width:380px; margin-left: -5px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-size: 9px;]"RAWR STAY AWAY YO." Toxickit yowled, rushing after the deputy. Mhm, they were about to kick some invader ass. Looking for an equally young opponent, the caracal cub searched the floods of soaringclanners coming in.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]_{Blah. Adults weren't worth his time. Sighing, Toxickit stepped to the sidelines in a pout to watch. Stupid meanie weanie adults.}

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So here he was, sitting on a rock that acted as a sort of chair. Toxickit could talk endlessly without thinking, but being serious for a rather important interview? Oh *. Talk about being screwed. If he didn't get his * together in the next five seconds, he could kiss goodbye the scout program. Another thing that could lessen his chances, now that he actually took a brief moment to think it over, was his loud and sometimes obnoxious personality. To some, it could be taken as funny and enjoyable, but others could take it as offensive and repulsive. The tables could turn either way at this point.

Toxickit could feel his paws begin to go numb under the looming pressure of the interview. This was his first real serious speech, not with some playful innuendos in his words. Now this would be rather difficult - trying to suppress himself in a rather important situation. But wasn't that what this whole scout thing was about? Perhaps not, but that's how X went about seeing it.

"Sup, I'm Toxickit." X began, words shaking at the realization of how informally he started his speech of sorts. Are you *ing insane? That's not how you start off an interview. His self-scolding seemed very harsh for how young he was, but he deemed it necessary. Contiuing with a shallow and quaint breath, the cub started again - this time with a bit more class and maturity. "And I'm here today because I've found an interest in this new Scouts program being offered. If you know me at all, you know I'm very reckless, loud, and lack a bit of discipline. Though this is who I am, perhaps being entered into this program could help me suppress this side of me..when needed. One main thing that interests me in the Scouts Program is the self-defense courses. I am aware that I am young, but look at me! I'm much larger than the rest of my friends near my age. I think I could handle the discipline and responsibility that comes with the power of war and self-defense."

Whoa, was that really X speaking? It sounded much different than his usual slang filled sentences and his drawn out syllables. That just goes to show how far someone would go to get what he or she wanted. Feeling a warm sense of satisfaction, the cub smiled a bit. With a inaudible "phew", Toxickit started to feel a cold, bitter feeling creep over him. After his few seconds of relief and security, it was time to get down to business on why he would qualify as a good scoutsman. What did X have to offer SkullClan? Sure he could throw a few badass parties here and there, but that would not assist in his course choice. Without realizing it, Toxickit began to tremble again under the pressure he placed himself under. Poor X.

"Now onto why I think I would be a good student in the Scouts Program. I believe I would offer a sense of family and community to the group. I talk a lot too, which can account for everyone being welcomed and involved in the conversations, even the ones not so happy about socializing. Though in the classes, I think I could be a valuable asset once I learn the ropes. I've found out that I catch onto things very quickly by watching - a visual learner they call it. This would be an obvious benefit if involved in the self-defense sector." Toxickit explained thoroughly despite his lack of talents. If he was older, he could definitely have spoken more about his qualifications and such. But alas, X didn't have the same life experience as the others. In fact, his life so far had been unfourtunatley rather sheltered. But before finishing, he felt it was appropriate to thank the interviewers.

"Oh, and thank you for considering me for this program~"

work in progresss~
word count ~ 651

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