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  • the electronics of your heart - open

    [justify][color=lightgrey][font=georgia][size=8]lithe legs danced onto sunclan's border, a low chuckle coming from the body they were supporting while yellow eyes examined the scenery. it wasn't too shabby, huxley had to admit. the jet black cat could've made it his home if he wanted to. decision making was strange and difficult to huxley, because he had already made plans to travel and wreck shit, but this place had such a homely atmosphere. wait, what was he even thinking? staying there would have been a stupid idea. huxley shook off the blatantly daft thoughts and returned to his simple state of mind. what would he have for lunch? possibly a rabbit or two if this place even offered rabbits. he had been craving rabbit lately. huxley was a big fan of rabbit, actually. it would have had to be his favorite. the servings that bird gave oneself were too small, and the servings that anything bigger than a rabbit gave oneself were too big. rabbit was just right. of course, huxley adored chaos and disarray, but if his lunch was in an unsatisfactory state then huxley would just not be able to deal. a sigh soon escaped his mouth as his thoughts became tiresome. huxley was bored. when would someone show up, he wondered. these people were very obviously as slow as christmas, or molasses. maybe even as slow as the oldest tortoise in the world, whose name was jonathan.

  • Chat with me!

    [justify][color=black][font=arial][size=7pt]we all get muffins
    blueberry muffins
    and yea u should change ur name to sweden
    and audacity u need to change ur name to america

  • most embarrising moment?

    [justify][color=black][font=arial][size=7pt]i fell into the toilet
    i didn't see that the seat was up and i fell in
    and i screamed, my family rushed in, and they proceeded to laugh bc i was in the toilet

  • what the water gave me - open, joining

    [justify][font=arial][size=7pt]It was around midnight, and a family of cats were nestled together on a boat asleep. Their backs rose in unison as they inhaled, and as they exhaled their backs fell in time as well, creating a drowsy rhythm. The family consisted of a mother and two kittens. The mother's name was Daisy, and the two kittens, a brother and a sister, were called Elias and Erin. Elias was the smaller of the two; he was unusually short while Erin was unusually tall. They all held a shade of dark brown on their coats, but Elias had small white spots on his front paws and chest while Daisy and Erin's coats were solid. They were all very close. You see, the two siblings were oddly mature for their small age, so their mother acted like a best friend for the duo rather than an actual maternal figure. Elias and Erin were inseparable. They were together since birth and they had stayed together for the beginning of their childhood, but little did they know that they would become separated that very night. A crack of thunder sounded and the family jolted awake, eyes expressing a look of fear. Wind howled all around them and waves lapped at the sides of the boat. Erin began to cry, as she did not deal well with storms, while Elias and Daisy tried to comfort her and deal with their own fear as well. After Erin had been silenced, Daisy was trying to gather the kittens in her arms, a frantic fear beginning to creep up onto her. Elias's breathing was heavy and Erin was hysterical again. When Daisy had finally gotten the two into her grip, the boat was turned almost completely to the side by a monstrous wave. She released the kittens and cried out with anguish and guilt. "ELIAS! ERIN! Shit, NO!" Elias could feel the bile rise in his stomach as he and his sister fell out of the boat. He couldn't even see if his mother had fallen off. Fuck, he was going to die. He was going to die right here in the ocean. Tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't want to fucking die! He didn't want his fucking mother and sister to die, either! Why the hell was this happening? Why didn't the human man who had taken care of them and put them on the fucking boat save them? Where the fuck even WAS he?? Elias's thoughts ceased to race when the icy water enveloped him. His eyes grew wide and his mouth opened to allow him to scream, but it only filled with the water. The evil fucking water. Where was Erin? He tried to move his head, but his vision was becoming blurry and all he could see was a blinding white. He wasn't even sure if he had moved his head or not. Soon Elias's vision cut out completely and he submitted to the waves.


    Elias came to with sand in his mouth. Sputtering and blinking wildly, the kitten wondered if this was the afterlife. He kind of liked the afterlife. It had sun and sand. It was pretty alright, he supposed. He miraculously lifted his head and sighed. This wasn't the afterlife, was it? Elias tried to grumble but instead it came out as a watery blub. Coughing once again, the kitten closed his dark blue eyes and shook his head. His mom and Erin were probably dead. His best friends, dead. After his coughing fit, he laid his head down on the warm sand. Why was he not dead? His breathing shallow, Elias could feel a sort of bitterness creeping up on him. Dammit. He just hoped these people weren't cannibalistic.

  • what the water gave me - open, joining

    [justify][font=arial][size=7pt]elias huffed as people began to crowd around him. "of course i'm fucking alri-" his sentence cut off when he began spluttering for what seemed to be the millionth time in the course of a few minutes. once a significant amount of water had exited his body, elias began to speak once again in his surly tone. "of course i'm fucking alright. now can one of you tell me where the fuck i am?" he had his mother's acid tongue, cursing to and fro without a care. while he examined the crowd, his face began to contort to offer them all a bitter stare.

  • what the water gave me - open, joining

    [justify][font=arial][size=7pt]"tidalclan? okay." elias sighed. he had never heard of a "tidalclan". obviously he was far from home. fan-fucking-tastic. he didn't even know anyone here, for god's sake! he didn't really want to get to know anyone, either. they seemed a little too peppy for him. was there even a fucking way out of this place? the kitten twisted his head in each direction, searching for an escape to no avail. everywhere he turned he found water. water, water, water, why was there so much fucking water? turning to radiopaw and prayerpaw as they spoke to him, elias rolled his eyes. "elias. and bitch, i don't need a fucking medic! i'm perfectly fucking fine." as he said this, the kitten attempted to stand to prove his point. "oh shit." eli's legs wobbled until he soon returned to the sand. he was utterly exhausted. "okay, maybe i do need one of these fucking medics."

  • what the water gave me - open, joining

    [justify][font=arial][size=7pt]elias nodded towards librakit. [color=#FA5858]"alright, i guess. thanks." he rested his head until his ears picked up the voice of the supposed medic. [color=#FA5858]"look, lady, i honestly wouldn't give two measly shits if you put "foul language" in front of my name. at this point, i wouldn't even give a shit if you called me a fucking whiny dirty ass pissbaby. now, can you fix me up or not?" he huffed, getting tired of all the shit going on around him. he just wanted a nap.

  • fear doesn't shut you down [private] it wakes you up

    [justify][font=arial][color=black][size=9pt]elias padded up to alex, his usual cold expression planted on his face. [color=#FA5858]"hey. what are you doing?" he said in a gravelly voice, lacing it with a surly tone. this person had been there to greet him when he had washed ashore and was miraculously not dead. he was still perturbed by that incident. he had countless little nightmares about it and they plagued his mind throughout the day. she seemed to be one to not speak very often, and she also seemed to be in a neutral area between annoyingly friendly and bitterly sober. elias could deal with her.

  • OUR LOVE IS THE WORST KIND (private; elias)

    [justify][font=arial][color=black][size=9pt]elias made his way towards radiopaw, a bewildered and confused expression adorning his features. [color=#FA5858]"what the actual fuck are you doing?" the earth colored kitten said. this person was hyper, and elias was being cautious around her for that exact reason. one wrong move and elias would be dead fucking meat. hyper people were a handful.