Posts by CREAMSICLE.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify; lavender;]Creamsicle was very fond of research; after all, as a mercenary, he wanted to know who his clients were. In this case, though, the cat he'd been stalking—no better word for it—hadn't hired him. That unfortunate soul was someone Creamy had come across on his own time, a shrimp of a blue point Siamese that reeked of WindClan. The idiot had somehow gotten the nerve to attack him, despite being young and—well, no. Maybe it was because she was stupid. It certainly didn't seem as if she had a lot going on in that horned head of hers. She'd been easy to take down, even with those nasty wings; they didn't have half of their feathers, how disgusting. And he'd pulled out more.
Now, Marmalademorning Creamsicle had a name for her. Polarispaw Faulkner-Ferris-Titan-Hadrian-Winchester-Hachimitsu-Resurgam-Brides, who usually went by her least important surname. Dumb. Sentiment, probably. Figures. The females he'd met were prone to that. Not that he wasn't, but it was far more deplorable coming from them. Besides, this one was...more disappointing, really. Last time he'd seen her, she was all skin and bones. Until she'd turned into a dragon. Then scales had joined the mix.
He couldn't afford that happening today, not when his marvelous plan was in motion. She was his target. A job he would do for himself. And it would be easy. There would be no desire, only the intent to carve his face permanently into her head so she would shrink in fear at the mere memory. This was the cat who'd been broken by her mentor's death; shattering her again wouldn't be too hard. All he had to do was wait.
With a sigh, the tabby plopped down and began his watch, flicking an ear and gazing at the moon. Shame he couldn't start a war with this. Then again, he didn't have scent manipulation. Though, his melting pot of smells served as a good disguise, he couldn't use it to mess with alliances, which was kind of disappointing. Being recognized as a criminal wasn't his ultimate goal, but it would be nice. Maybe.}

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[color=transparent] #mmcream

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify; lavender;]Oh, yes. Yes! The plan was working. This she-cat had another flaw; she was so predictable, it almost hurt. Everything was perfect, which was...well, surprisingly rare for someone who called himself a professional assassin-thief-mercenary-combo-thing. Perhaps that wasn't the right title. It wasn't enough to make him rethink his whole job, not when this was what he lived for, but maybe it was time for a change. Maybe he could just be a mercenary. That sounded nice.
But it wasn't the time to think about that now, because the hunt was on.
Wiping the grin off of his face, Creamsicle stood and took a step forward, focusing on the pale-furred blur in the distance. Then he advanced, tail lifted high in the air. "Oh, Polarispaw! Nice to see you again outside of WindClan territory, shirking your duties!" he meowed brightly, coming to a halt once he could see the girl's eyes. Girl. That was all the Siamese would be to Cream; "cat" was a bit more fitting, but he couldn't just describe all of his victims as "cat" all the time. Leaning back, he carefully withdrew his rapier--tiny, baby-sized, but sharp enough to do some damage. Then he tossed it aside. He'd gotten it recently, and it wasn't even needed for this.
"Really, though, what are you doing out here?" Feigning curiosity--okay, not even feigning, he really wanted to know--the white-spotted tabby tilted his long-haired head as he inched closer, breathing in the scent. Rocks. Blood. Dying trees and flowers. WindClan without a doubt. "Haven't you heard it's dangerous?" Then, as casually as if he was trying to swat a fly, Creamsicle's paw darted forward, aiming to leave a scratch down Polarispaw's muzzle.}

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[color=transparent] #mmcream

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 460px; text-align: justify; lavender;]This was...not boring, really. He hadn't been expecting the girl to perform a counterattack, but Creamy managed to roll to the side, not sparing even a moment to get his breath back. A moment was precious. Apparently, though, Polarispaw wasn't going to continue her attack. Not a smart move. Anyone would have kicked him while he was down, would have raked their claws down his stomach or tried to pin him, but she only flopped, sprawled over his lower half. With a hiss, he attempted to push her off.
"I'm fairly sure you know our language, Miss," he mewed as he clambered to his feet, assuming he'd dislodged her. "You're obviously not in WindClan territory. Also, you didn't answer my question." Pause. Patting down his left ear with a mud-stained paw, the tom added, "Either of them. Okay, I'll give you a second to get your breath back." This was said without malice as Creamsicle rocked back into a sitting position. He waved a foreleg. "Get on with it."
Cheezits crust, this was as boring as a boring thing. Still, he continued to wait for several seconds, maybe even as long as thirty, before letting loose a frustrated hiss and telling his victim, "Okay, that's it. We're done with that. What, cat got your tongue?" Then, because this remark was obviously original and classy as could be, Creamsicle aimed his claws at the feeble feline's throat.}

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[color=transparent] #mmcream

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_{Had he known of the danger, Creamsicle might not have ventured quite so far into WindClan's territory. Then again, there was a chance he wouldn't have cared. After all, this was in his job description—do what you were hired for and get paid. Food, shelter, spoils. What a glamorous existence. And what powered him was the rush of energy and the victory high, the feeling he got every time he cheated death and claimed his prize. That made it worth the low wages and constant traveling.
But he was worn down, odd as that sounded even to his slightly folded ears. Though he'd prayed to StarClan for scent manipulation countless times, no miraculous powers had been bestowed upon him, and his hope that such a thing would happen was beginning to wane. Nothing else could help him remove his scent, the stench that clung to his crime scenes. Salt water, dry earth and mud, the scent of the Twoleg food he stole just for the sake of surviving. Each job he finished was just another piece of evidence, laid out for the world to see. One day, the beast would run out of luck. And that day had to be coming soon. For all of his flaws, Creamy was a realist. He hadn't seen the Doberman who'd tried to catch him, but he'd heard of a blind WindClanner going on a hunt of some sort, and he could only imagine what else was after him. Perhaps assaulting a deputy had been a bad idea, especially one as young as the Siamese. Had he sped up his demise?
The red tabby stopped, twisting his silken scarf around one of his paws and looking ruefully at the blotches of brown that stained the torn material. Fen. WindClan was in the mountains; how had he forgotten? Was that something else he was losing? His stomach dropped, and he lost track of his paws, teetering dangerously on the rock's snow-slick surface. "Oh, God!"
Maybe that was why StarClan had never given him anything. Since he kept invoking the name of another, they were probably pissed at him. Definitely pissed at him. Seventeen months, and Creamsicle felt like he was counting the days until his wrongs caught up to him at last. He couldn't take this any longer.}

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 460px; text-align: justify; lavender;]Had he known of the danger, Creamsicle might not have ventured quite so far into WindClan's territory. Then again, there was a chance he wouldn't have cared. After all, this was in his job description—do what you were hired for and get paid. Food, shelter, spoils. What a glamorous existence. And what powered him was the rush of energy and the victory high, the feeling he got every time he cheated death and claimed his prize. That made it worth the low wages and constant traveling.
But he was worn down, odd as that sounded even to his slightly folded ears. Though he'd prayed to StarClan for scent manipulation countless times, no miraculous powers had been bestowed upon him, and his hope that such a thing would happen was beginning to wane. Nothing else could help him remove his scent, the stench that clung to his crime scenes. Salt water, dry earth and mud, the scent of the Twoleg food he stole just for the sake of surviving. Each job he finished was just another piece of evidence, laid out for the world to see. One day, the beast would run out of luck. And that day had to be coming soon. For all of his flaws, Creamy was a realist. He hadn't seen the Doberman who'd tried to catch him, but he'd heard of a blind WindClanner going on a hunt of some sort, and he could only imagine what else was after him. Perhaps assaulting a deputy had been a bad idea, especially one as young as the Siamese. Had he sped up his demise?
The red tabby stopped, twisting his silken scarf around one of his paws and looking ruefully at the blotches of brown that stained the torn material. Fen. WindClan was in the mountains; how had he forgotten? Was that something else he was losing? His stomach dropped, and he lost track of his paws, teetering dangerously on the rock's snow-slick surface. "Oh, God!"
Maybe that was why StarClan had never given him anything. Since he kept invoking the name of another, they were probably pissed at him. Definitely pissed at him. Seventeen months, and Creamsicle felt like he was counting the days until his wrongs caught up to him at last. He couldn't take this any longer.}

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[color=transparent] #mmcream

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 460px; text-align: justify; lavender;]Creamsicle wasn't sure how he felt about this mercenary business anymore, especially when boats were involved. Boats were bad. Feeble little wooden things bobbing about in the water, which could probably destroy them in seconds? No, thank you.}

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[color=transparent] #mmcream

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 460px; text-align: justify; lavender;]Creamsicle was fairly sure he couldn't walk in a straight line, and whose fault was that? Probably his. He'd never been immune to close calls, and there were too many of those lately; the red tabby hadn't slept, though that sounded so dumb now that he had to wonder what was in his head aside from fluff. Really? Staying awake was supposed to protect him? This business had already killed Firstdate, and...Gods, and she'd been a genius.}

_{The thought made him stop and look up, ignoring the feeling he was being watched; that was always there, after all, no point in paying special attention to it now. But somebody really was there this time. "First—who are you and what do you want?" Creamy's version of "name and business." A nice threatening twist, though it hardly sounded so coming from the mouth of a bedraggled feline.}

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[color=transparent] #mmcream

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and then who the hell was i ?[/fancypost][align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-family: arial; line-height:95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;]Much like the ex-spirit he’d grown to consider a friend, Creamsicle was in the snow. However, unlike her, he was not sitting; he was lying down, ears pulled flat against his skull as he tried to lick the blood away from his latest set of wounds. Some mercenary he was when he couldn’t even leave his nest without panicking. There were shadows everywhere, all of them ready to rip him limb from limb if he gave them the chance, and he was nearly ready to let them. He couldn’t do this. Yes, he’d killed before, he’d done plenty of worse things even as Marmaladepaw, but it was coming back to bite him. Maybe he wasn’t nearly as stable as he’d thought.

Some mercenary he was.

But if this newfound paranoia gave him one thing, it was the ability to stay somewhat alert no matter how much his eyelids were drooping. His ear - the remaining ear - swiveled and twitched in the frigid air, and Creamsicle stood. Stumbled, but stood. He knew that voice, but there was something different about it. The tone, obviously, but something else had changed. Tinykit was a Pulsoo, wasn't she, she was supposed to be a Pulsoo, but that voice wasn't quite right.

Maybe it wasn't her. Which meant someone else had found him.

[b]"Tinykit?" Puppy or not, that was what she'd insisted her name was, and he couldn't ask any questions now. With a sigh, the bedraggled tabby limped forward until he could see something.

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and then who the hell was i ?[/fancypost][align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; line-height:95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;]What kind of greeting was that? Creamsicle cracked a grin, then looked down at one of his forelegs and realized blood was dripping down it again, hot and sticky despite the temperatures. Would it freeze like that? Maybe; now wasn't the time to think about it. [b]"And who are you? What do you want?" The thing in front of him was not Tinykit, as much as he hated to admit it; she was a Pulsoo, not a tortoiseshell. A tabby. A calico. A heavy sigh escaped him as plopped his butt down. Graceful, indeed. "Let's get it over with."

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hi me
this is where i'm secretly plotting a litter thing and characters and all that
so if you click
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also don't tell me you saw this or i'll freak out

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★ -- and i told you to be kind[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;][b]NAME marmaladekit - marmaladepaw - marmalademorning
SURNAMES abraxus creamsicle
NICKNAMES cream, creamsicle, creamy, mar, marmalade
NAME ORIGIN the color of a sunrise
CHARACTER ORIGIN original character

AGE nineteen months
DATE OF BIRTH 07/04/2013

ALLIANCE riverclan, valiantclan, himself
RANK kit, apprentice, cadet, loner

GENDER male
SEXUALITY heterosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS overly attached to tinywilding

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OFFSPRING milkykit, polluxkit, ursakit

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