Posts by londoncub.

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he knew of this immediately and felt a heavy feeling in his heart. he looked down at his hands and almost cried. this all felt too natural, all too familiar. lon walked out to the stream and looked down at himself. black hair, long sideburns, and bushy eyebrows. also, he now had brown eyes. "what the fuck is going on?" the young adult asked, putting his hands on his hips as he approached. but hot damn, booky looked kind of attractive. wait- no. london shook his head. "jus' please tell me this is some sorta nightmare." he truly hated this feeling that felt too right to be natural.

//BRING HIM BACK AND THEY CAN HAVE SOME SORT OF VETERAN REUNION AND YAAASSS.

"c'mon," the male coaxed, walking toward the half-empty bottle again. "help put of few hair on your chest," two-bit snickered, picking the bottle up by the neck. hearing val was back, he perked his ears. "holy shit! VALERIE!" he screeched, dropping the bottle and aiming to scoop the vixen up by the scruff of her neck and twirl her around. "hey thespis!" the ex-advisor greeted, grinning.

the snow leopard rolled his shoulders as he approached. the tom narrowed his blue visionaries at the newcomer and flicked his tail. "londonpaw," lon stated simply, taking a seat besides loch. "but call me london or lon."

the reincarnation of joe strummer padded along, narrowing his eyes at the apprentices. he sneered a bit at highsociety. this guy thought he was real royalty, huh? the british punk scoffed, rolling his visionaries now. "i'm comin' along now," londonpaw huffed, slinking up to the group.

the tom snorted at charlie. man, he loved that kid for some reason. and he didn't really like anyone. the alabaster wildcat approached, narrowing his blue eyes at the scene. there was feralkit, the kitten with the weird-ass name, commonpup, the pup that seemed oddly weird, nix, the she-cat who he was sure hated him. "londonpaw," lon stated blandly, sticking his tongue out a bit.

"oh please. save it," the snow leopard snapped, rolling his eyes. shit, this guy would be fun to tease. "i wouldn't pick a fight with pitch, either. he knows how to handle an axe pretty damn well," the british punk warned, winking toward pitch. the tom grinned, revealing a set of rotted, blackened teeth.

// AYY YO. WHAT'S SHE DOIN' HERE?

the son of two-bit strode up to the scene, eying everyone down with narrowed blue eyes. the snow leopard grinned, revealing his set of rotted, black teeth. "londonpaw," the british punk said cheekily for once.

"whatcha doin', your highness?" londonpaw teased, narrowing his optics at the tom who thought he was king of shadowclan. why did highsociety think he was the shit? he honestly wasn't. "wishin' you were rulin' instead o' hangin' around with utter trash like moi?" the british punk asked, revealing his rotting choppers.

the wolf whined a bit, feeling terrible for anita and her family. javier had been in the dominion almost as long two-bit had. he was a veteran of the clan and now he was dead. "hey now, bernardo," the ex-advisor cooed to the grolar bear. the canine took a seat besides valerie and softened his normally light, carefree grey gaze.

the muscular red wolf lumbered to the scene, rolling his shoulders as he approached. there was something up with this male, but the ex-advisor couldn't quite put his finger on it. so two-bit simply shrugged and nodded to the feline in greeting.

/low muse.

there was 18-year-old lon; cigarette hanging from his lower lip. his hair was freshly shaven into a mohawk and was even dyed blond on the end. he cracked his knuckles forcefully and stepped into the school. lon narrowed his brown eyes at reddy and rolled them promptly after flicking the but of his cig out of the doorway before it closed. god, he had no idea what to do now. so lon awkwardly stood in the hallway, looking for someone he could stand.

the male honestly needed friends. he hated being so lonely and so hated. why couldn't he be popular like his father? the snow leopard grumbled to himself a bit, flicking the tips of his tail. hopefully, londonpaw could find someone who he could stand and someone who could stand him.

sure. c:

and here. c:

shiiit. i think london's would be fuck, i honestly don't know any rap besides macklemore, eminem, and the beastie boys. xD without me by eminem.

upon seeing henry, the muscular and stoic boy perked up. "heeyyyy henry!" the jock called out to one of the people he hated the most. "what's shakin'?" lon grinned cheekily, revealing his rotting teeth. he looked down at gloom and smirked before turning back to the teacher.

figuring that commonpaw needed friends, the snow leopard grinned a bit. he grinned his nasty grin showing the side of his mouth where most of his teeth were rotting. "hey commonpup," the male greeted half-heartedly. "don't mind if i call ya comm, right?" he asked, blinking his blue visionaries sincerely. lon didn't have friends because he was such a prick to everyone and didn't give two shits about that person. "i'm pretty fair," londonpaw replied to his question. "how are you?" good, good. he was actually socializing without being a dick.

"fuckin' nerds," he mumbled, narrowing his brown eyes and taking a seat in the back. "also, you don't gotta be so fuckin' negative about it. jus' askin' a question," the british student grumbled, taping his fingers on the desk.

/london looks like joe strummer, or the guy in my signature.

the snow leopard was perched in a tree, looking down at the ground.

/shitty first post, i'm so sorry. ;v;

you're doing so well with soci.

honestly.

i'm surprised londonpaw and soci hate each other. they're both such big assholes. xD