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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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Track on sub <3
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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Before the petite kitten even had a choice in the matter he had gone from some place that was warm, to another that both had crisp heat but cooler winds. It was an odd feeling for the kit, one with fur that was wet and plastered to his body. But over time it had dried, both from the arid heat of the desert and of the rasp of a mothers tongue over his pelt. He was left, huddled against three sisters, and against his mother. His paws worked for her belly, worked to try and find food and he let out a small sound of anguish at not finding it right away. Already his petite features scrunched and wrinkled together, already did he frown and cry out, but it smothered out once he had found what he was looking for, tiny jaws clamping over a teat to draw out sweet milk. The hole that was once in his stomach fading before he let go with a small yawn, pink tongue sticking out briefly before the inky blot of a creature curled up against his mothers belly, swiftly falling into a deep sleep.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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//throws in Tokyo holla holla
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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Hot, arid heat spanned the desert for miles, a moving ink blot seen just in the distance. A sore thumb, the moving shadow in a plain filled of bright hues. Twin blue optics blinked, searching, scouring the land for something to relieve itself of the heat that was baring down upon his back. It was like a savage animal, teeth poised and bared right over his skin and the hot air of the desert was the hungry breath of the wolf, breathing down his neck. Such thoughts were morbid, especially coming from the likes of a child, but what could Tokyokit do otherwise? For despite it being such a morbid thought, it excited him. It was an imagination that was unfolding before the kit as he arrived at a small pool of water warmed by the sons rays. But nevertheless he found what he had been searching for, and the invisible wolf baring its fangs against his skin gradually vanished as his thirst had been quenched. Silently did the ink blot of a creature wonder if his clan mates had the same sort of thoughts about them, if they had the same sort of mindset, and slowly did Toki realize, he could potentially be alone in that aspect.
Why not get to know them better? See if you're wrong. A voice in his head chimed, one that he would come to learn as his own later on. Still sitting by the pool of water, he looked about, trying to spy any other animals that were around the desert. Perhaps if he called out, that would attract others to him, and maybe keep that invisible monster with the hot, arid breath away for just a little bit longer. "Hello!" He called out, not fearing the consequences in the slightest. "Is anyone around to talk? A meet and greet if you would!" Cried the kitten enthusiastically, hoping for somebody to appear in the end, or using his voice just wouldn't have been worthwhile other wise.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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Was he supposed to say his name or explain who he was? The young tom realized that this was perhaps, the way it was supposed to be done- but why shout out your name for everyone to hear right away? These were strangers to him after all, strangers that he could get to know one day, and a part of them were family. How interesting, but it did not change the fact that the moving shadow of a creature had yet to feel at home with any of them except his siblings and mother. Blinking his steely blue optics, ones that would only harden with age, did Tokyokit tilt his head. He supposed, that as these strangers spoke their names to him, it only suited him best he did the same no matter how much he disliked it at times.
Casting that pale, steely blue gaze from each animal that had gathered, he remained silent for a moment longer, dipping his head in greeting to each and every one of them. Perhaps it was time to indulge in their wishes, and answer the question that had been spoken. It was only polite to do so, right? "I'm sorry, I'm still new to this." He said softly with a small, warm smile tugging at his lips, revealing white teeth against the rest of his black body. "My name is Tokyokit Jaeger-Targaryen, it's my pleasure to meet all of you." He added afterwards, keeping his politeness, his manners. What sort of person would he be if he didn't, after all?
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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Ah, speak of the devil for here his mother approached herself, and the kitten found himself rooted to the spot for only a moment before getting to petite paws and long legs and padding over towards her to nuzzle her chest in affection in greeting before turning his visionaries back to those who had approached. Who would have guessed that he had so many family members in such a small amount of time? Beyond his siblings, his mother, he hadn't the faintest idea of who was who in his life, and now some light had shone down upon a few of that subject.
Once more his steely optics flitted from creature to creature, noting that some sounded more awkward than others ( though in Toki's eyes, he saw no reason to be so ) before parting his jaws to speak once more, blinking those bright blue eyes of his.
"Well, now that introductions are out of the way... how are all of you? And if you don't mind me asking, can you tell me a little about yourselves to? I'm interested in getting to know others." Claimed the petite tom, head now cocked off to the side. But his request was reasonable enough- for what was meeting another only to get their name? That was simply boring, it was always much more fun to get to actually know another after all, and then of course, his sister came along. He gave her a playful nudge, a warm smile, anxious to both play a game but at the same time learn of the others around him. Ah, the dilemma that arose for nothing but a kit- something so minor but so major to a young ones mind. "What sort of game? Can the others play?" He asked in return, settling for that as his answer. Maybe he couldn't ask what they were like, but maybe, just maybe, they'd at least play with them.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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The small inkblot kitten made his way over to the group that had gathered around Toni, his steely blue eyes catching the sun and twinkling ever so slightly as he looked over the prized flowers that the femme had produced. Currently there was an arrangement of oranges and crimsons of many different types of flora, and the small tom thought to himself just how pretty they were, how delicate, how wonderful! Although the deeper the shade of orange went, the more he thought of pooling crimson, or wounds, and the brighter the orange the more he thought of the sun and its warm rays they cast over the desert. Thinking that neither of those two sounded appealing to him ( though they were pretty to look at ) did Toki look up towards Toni, paws shuffling against the sand, his head tilted to the side.
"Do you have any blue flowers ma'am?" He asked softly with his quiet voice, all the while inching closer to his mother while talking, finding comfort in the other female's presence despite not needing any sort of comfort at all.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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The tall tom quietly padded up next to his mother, cool gaze looking down at the body of water below. Would he jump, or stay where it was safe next to his mother? Truthfully little Tokyokit wasn't sure which path to choose, which lifestyle to go with. One sounded fun, the other boring. One sounded like it could end with blood, the other with safety. Frowning, the moving shadow of a feline looked up, then down, took a few steps back, and then forward. Anxious, excited. It all fit into one category, and his steely blue eyes blinked once, twice in wonder. Do I jump? Do I stay? The inevitable question.
"...Is it scary?" He asked in his soft, gentle voice, curious as to what it was like to put one's life at risk for the sake of enjoyment.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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He had been near the outskirts of the territory, steely blue eyes looking forward, looking out, with wonder and curiosity behind his gaze. For what lay beyond the foul stinking border of Bloodclan? What lay beyond the desert of which he had been born into and which scorched the very bottom of his paw pads if he stood there for far to long, with the sun beating down upon his inky black pelt and the arid heat singing his nose? Was it colder? Hotter? Wetter? Dryer? The questions begged at his mind, tugged at it, and yet Tokyokit found it within himself that he could not leave, could not exit the land that he prospered inside. It feels like a prison. He thought dryly, and despite how ill sounding it was, the tom truly did love it here in his home. It held its wonders, its beauties, and yet the tom could only help but wonder.
And wonder.
And wonder.
Perhaps mum will know? He asked himself, a new fire lighting up his cold gaze as the inkblot like feline turned around to head back to Bloodclan's camp, to head back to where madness would continue to ensure and where life was normal but hectic. Even more questions always buzzing in his head as petite black paws began the trek back over sand, leaving his paw prints behind only to be swept up in the slightest gust of winds. Perhaps mum will know. He told himself again, his eyes partially closing as he looked to the earth, tall, wiry frame shaking somewhat as faint laughter bubbled from his lips as he continued to walk. Yes, maybe mum would know. Know what lay beyond the borders of the livable hell.
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Can't say it enough, but this is super rad!! Thanks so much again, Copper <33
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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His stare was both cold yet blank at the same time as Tokyokit wandered aimlessly throughout Bloodclan camp, sometimes smiling, sometimes looking rather exhausted. But the one thing that remained the same was his even and steady paw steps over stone, the way his gaze looked forward, all until the inky blot of a creature stopped and looked over his shoulder, almost as if checking for the ghosts that followed him. He stood this way, frozen and checking his surroundings. After standing this way for a moment or so longer, he turned his gaze forward once more, and began the trek further into the system of tunnels of which Bloodclan called home.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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Black paws transitioned over sand until they finally found the room of which her mother resided within, and his head cocked off to the side, his facial expressions rather stoic as he looked the frail appearing femme before him over once, twice. This was mother, this was the feline he loved the most of family other than siblings, and mummy looked ill. Nonsense, don't be silly, mummy is mummy and mummy is fine. These delusional words of which he thought seemed to work miracles upon his vision, for the far to thin femme seemed to fill out some even, but once his steely blue eyes blinked the illusion vanished, and Toki went right on back to ignoring the obvious. For he was naught but a child- perhaps that was the healthy look to have?
You're getting sidetracked. He thought bitterly to himself, before his own warm smile seemed to cross his features. The shadowy figure that had once been melting away to reveal an actual, much more kitten like figure with a childish laugh and warm eyes. Not the moving thing of the night that he looked like at other times. Entering the room he approached Anna, shuffling forward until he bumped her leg, nuzzling it and looking up at her with a small smile, blinking his blue eyes once in an affectionate manner.
"Hello mummy. I have a question for you!" He stated simply, thinking this was a sufficient enough of a response to begin conversation.
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Holla everyone! 'v'
Anyone want a thread with Tokyokit?
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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The moonlight filtered down from the heavens, carelessly subduing the desert in hues of silver and whites, striking light against everything that remained on the earths surface. Yet even with the silvery wisps of light that tainted the earth, young Tokyokit still found his fur as pitch blank as spilled ink, with highlights just dancing against the tips of his fur. He was a moving shadow you see, and it was the moving shadow of a feline that currently traipsed against the now silver sand, dancing and moving in a way to leave his paw prints against the fine grains below him. For it was fun you see, to watch the grains move and shift beneath ones weight, and it was a fascinating show to try and watch the small hills you make tumble and fall. It was fascinating to watch the prints left behind vanish in the slightest gust of winds, and it was fascinating to know that the grains of fine sand of which he walked over could easily blind someone and destroy one's sense of sight.
We live on such a dangerous tool. Did Tokyokit think, before stopping to sit among the mass of swirls he had created in the sand, sitting like a rigid, black void against the silver light that touched all.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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ooc. apologies for late reply!
He was pulled into the hug, something that the kitten did not mind at all and indeed reveled within it. For her hug was warmth, her hug was satisfaction, her hug was safety. Remaining silent for a moment, embracing her heat and the pulse of her heart in his ear drums, the inky black tom thought of a way to speak his words. For how would he ask his question so dear to his heart? Tilting his head, Toki pushed back just a little, to look up with his big blue eyes into his mothers before parting his jaws to speak.
"What lays beyond the borders, mummy? Is there anything else other than sand out there?" He asked, thinking back to when he stood on the border, to when he watched the sand trickle past over his paw steps and annihilate the path he had made for himself. "And why does home feel like a cage despite it being free?" Now that other one was far more philosophical, for he was confined to these borders unknowing of what else was out there, yet at the same time he was content. But yes, mummy would know, that was why he had come here in the first place after all.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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ooc. pfbfbt I am a butt and forgot to bump so!! bump! c':
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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Small paws traversed over fine sand, leaving paw prints behind that would eventually fade away with the wind. Warm rays of sun pelted his pitch black pelt, and his paws continued forward without no true path in mind, but at the same time Tokyokit continued on without hesitance. He had no idea in mind of where to go, only straight was his destination, and it was straight that the moving inkblot of Bloodclan planned on going. Unbeknownst to little Toki however, was something awaited him, wherever the small kitten would end up. A mask, per say, made of leather and with designs on it fit for a murderer. Medical equipment? No, but part of a costume was more likely, something dropped for whatever reason that only the Gods know, and something that was just waiting, beckoning to be found.
And it was Tokyokit that found it.
His destination soon ended when he saw the pieces of black material sticking out of the golden sand, and it was not often he saw something so akin to the same shade as he. Intrigued, his paws diverted him slightly off to the left, and it was here now folks, we see the mask in all of it's glory. It's leather was still in fair condition, with cracks along it only it some spots. It was meant to cover the mouth, where red leather peaked through, red leather with teeth imitations and a zipper running through it, indicating it could open. It had an eye patch that would cover the right eye, but left the left one visible, and Toki was utterly fascinated by this discovery. Who would want to lose such an impressive looking piece of a costume? He was not sure, but the feline knew for a fact he wanted it, craved it, and needed to wear it.
Seeing a slip at the bottom, the cat wriggled his head in, and found it fit him pleasantly enough despite being made for a human's structure. He could speak (though would be partially muffled due to the mouth part being closed at times) and could see through his left eye, and found the right blindside a bit of a bother- but it could be worked around surely. Bringing a paw up he batted at the zipper that closed the teeth like pattern on the mask, and hooking a claw into the loop, drew it across and opened it as such. "I must look rather freaky..." He muttered aloud, continuing to fiddle with the zipper, unaware if anyone would approach or not.
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tracker-cracker!
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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Cannibalism was something that both disgusted and intrigued Tokyokit, and it was unbeknownst to him at the current time and age something he to would get into eventually. But it was Poundkit, quivering and petrified in a corner that intrigued him the most at this moment despite his grandfather and the corpse of which he carried. Slipping up beside his mother did his steely, hard cold visionaries latch onto the flame and white feline femme before him, and his gaze squinted partially, confused as to what she was so fearful of, let alone why she was cowering in the shadows. "Why are you shaking." It was not a question, but simply a statement as he watched, gaze looking towards Ululare and Anna briefly, and looking at the corpse before looking back to Poundkit. Was she an outsider? Well, I've never seen a Bloodclanner act this way... He asked and answered himself.
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KITTEN
MALE | BLOODCLAN | 4 MONTHS
EREN xx ANNA JAEGER-TARGARYEN
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He tilted his head back over his shoulder, looking at his great-grandfather with his one available eye with nothing more than a cool blue stare before he blinked. Ah, so he did look freaky? The inky black tom wasn't sure if this was to be a good thing or not. Blinking once more did he not bother to take the mask off, not yet, anyways. For his relative was correct, the thing was rather heated once he put it on, but it was bearable for the while at the least. "It is hot, yes. But bearable." He said rather softly, lowering his paw from the zipper of which he had been toying with. But it was the second portion of a question that intrigued him. The scent? Ah, he hadn't bothered to check that, did he? Taking a moment did the kit allow himself to intake a big breath, breathing in the scent of which still lingered upon the leather.
"...Two-leg, but it's very stale. I don't think they're coming back for this." He mused, looking down at his paws as he spoke.
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