the skinny red tabby maine coon slunk to the bored of the military clan, his blue eyes glazed as he listlessly stared out in the distance. "hello?" nicky called out, tilting his head as the massive cat sat down and wrapped his long tail around his paws. the newcomer smelled strongly of catnip and alcohol.
/low muse. i'm super tired.
why were there so many fucking members here. he was one cat. looking at the horse with narrowed blue visionaries, nicky looked back to tvhead and maverick. the red tabby maine coon let out a chuckle hearing how he smelled like a frat party. he might as well had been at a frat party. "nicky bowen. but i'd like to be called topper," nicky meowed slowly and making sure he didn't slur. "i think i'm looking to join." say goodbye to his party days because he felt like he couldn't do as much alcohol and catnip here.
the massive cat wasn't as massive as he could be. he was actually smaller than the average maine coon, but he was still big. all of the catnip and alcohol probably stunted his growth. now the red tabby was scrawny with long-ass legs. still exploring his new home, the drug addicted, self-proclaimed drummer took a seat and had to dig through his hazy mind to get the right words out of his mouth. "meet and greet?" nicky, or he actually preferred topper over his birth name, called out, blinking his blue optics.
the brit's blue eyes perked up seeing the cheetah. "nicky bowen. though, i prefer to be called topper," the maine coon meowed, lashing his thick and plumy tail. topper took in a deep breath, looking down at his paws, wishing that he had a bottle of alcohol or stash of catnip to take in and take him away from reality. though, it was a good thing the scrawny male didn't have any drug because nicky became extremely destructive to himself and other things. "it's a pleasure to meet you," the red tabby meowed, flicking an ear. maybe they had something in common. "so, how 'bout that weather?" what the fuck? what did that have to do with anything? tops frowned, his shoulders sagging as he brooded over the stupid question.
padding up behind the only familiar face, chandelierpaw, the lanky maine coon offered the newcomer a lopsided smile. like a billion other members, the red tabby was also new to darkclan. he was enjoying his stay so far, finding most everyone friendly toward him. no one was a douche yet. "i'm nicky bowen. call me topper, though," he meowed, flashing his plumy tail. topps didn't mind members calling him nicky, he just preferred topper more because it reminded him of his life before he came to darkclan.
the tom's often glazed and distance gaze switched over to totalwar and jupiter. struggling to find words in the fucked up place that was his mind, the red tabby opened his mouth for a moment. "uh. nicky bowen. call me topper. i prefer topper over nicky," the scrawny figure meowed, holding his plumy tail high. "i didn't mean to ask about the weather either," the brit meowed, rolling his blue optics. nicky cleared his throat. "so how long have you four lived here?" the maine coon asked, tilting his head, trying to spark conversation.
he figured that he should come along for this. last winter, he had contracted a fever. that wasn't fun. he pretty much drank himself to death as well, trying to get rid of the fever with countless bottles of alcohol and an almost overdose of catnip. "i'll come too," nicky meowed, lashing his thick, plumy tail. topper offered the major a lopsided smile before following behind redpaw.
nicky himself had just held a meet and greet because he had recently joined last night. "hallo," the brit meowed, lashing his red, plumy tail and offering the kitten a lopsided smile. "i'm nicky bowen. call me topper though." the maine coon was still wondering why he was in a such a good mood. he hadn't had a drink in a few hours and he hadn't any catnip in a few days. nicky tasted the inside of his mouth and frowned.
now this is where he was hitting his crash. the red tabby maine coon had been on a high day and now he felt like complete shit. the massive, but scrawny cat trudged over, his blue visionaries glazing over. "i'm-" he cut himself off. who am i? he thought, blinking and looking out into the distance. "nicky bowen," the drug-addicted drummer meowed, nodding. "call me topper, though."
being that he lived in an abandoned house full of feral cats that acted like a frat house, the maine coon had seen one of these things before. "it's a telly," nicky meowed, lashing his thick and plumy tail. "humans normally have it in their houses," the drug-abused feline added, looking at the box. nicky wasn't too interested with the "doctor what" show or whatever it was. he was more interested in the fact that the t.v. actually worked. the red tabby had never seen one that worked. the one in the house didn't work because there was no power.
lemon seemed like an interesting character and the red tabby found himself to be amused with his antics. "that's pretty cool," nicky meowed, looking at the small boat. he wasn't quite interested in sailing, but more in swimming. the drug-abusing drummer preferred to swim instead of having a transportation device taking him places.
/low muse.
yup. plot with topper?
topper's pretty much open to everything besides kill and capture. c:
friendship thread maybe? c:
sure. c:
do you want me to make the thread?
the scrawny maine coon padded up behind maverick, his blue eyes narrowed. they weren't narrowed so much in hostility but more in withdrawal. "hello," nicky meowed, pretty much echoing the colonel as he dipped his head to the kitten. the brit moved out from behind the wolf and offered daylightkit a lopsided smile. "i'm nicky bowen. call me topper, though," the red tabby meowed, lashing his thick and plumy tail. topper was just a name that reminded him of the "frat house" that he practically lived in for the first few years of his life.
nicky padded up after tvhead, offering the three that were there a lopsided grin. turning to icedtea, the red tabby dipped his head respectively. "ah, you must be icedtea venice. i've heard a lot about you so far. all good things." the maine coon looked up and grinned. "i'm nicky bowen, by the way. i prefer to be called topper." his glazed, blue gaze searched about the three, eying each down for about thirty seconds each before the scrawny cat took a seat and wrapped his tail around his large paws.
well, his roleplayer's other character, londonpaw, was there when crackerjacker had died. "friedrice..." nicky breathed, hearing the crow call out the death of the member. who was friedrice? eh, the drug-abused drummer didn't know. "rest in peace, i guess," the maine coon meowed, shrugging his bony shoulders.
the scrawny maine coon was happy in darkclan. he liked how friendly everyone was to him. at the "frat house" he used to live in, nicky was pressured into catnip and alcohol which sparked his heavy reliance on the substances. which was also the reason he almost died last winter because of a fever. the red tabby had a lot of things wrong with him because of living in the abandon house with all of those feral cats. for one thing, when nicky was high on catnip, he became destructive not only to himself, but to everything around him. underneath his thick marbled tabby fur lay countless scars and bruises from himself.
now, the scrawny maine coon was bored and going through withdrawal as he sipped the last of his alcohol away. he had plenty of alcohol to go around. it was just that catnip was so scarce in large clans because many members turned up their noses to abusers of the drug. nicky frowned, his blue eyes glazing over as he rolled onto his back onto the ground and groaned, his spindly limbs sprawled out.
being fairly new to darkclan, the marbled red tabby was still unfamiliar with the members. the only one's he was familiar with were chandelierpaw and maverick. and even they were still acquaintances. the scrawny maine coon shrugged his shoulders as he made his way through the academy, his blue eyes flashing up at everything. this place intrigued little nicky and he most definitely enjoyed it here.
/low muse. ;v; sorry.
sure! c: here!
