Posts by Sunfur

Oops, Sunny had been gone all day because... reasons. "Read-y or not, here I come," she quipped. Of course her first thing to say in twenty-four hours was a pun. Honestly, the tabby had a knack for pictographic languages like Chinese, Hieroglyphics, and other ancient runes, but she had simply never felt enough need to spend time understanding the concept of letters. Why not just put the whole word in one space, instead of writing out the pronunciation for everything? It did not make sense. She once had a basic understanding of it, but that had been lost to the years.

Still, this was one of the first times she saw someone offering to teach, so she might as well learn. The warrior plopped down onto the blanket, sniffing at Banny's books.

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Sunny didn't recognize this particular leaver, but she was sure they had been a bundle of fun during their time in ThunderClan. Then again, she did know the trapped feeling of being a disembodied spirit. She couldn't do half the things mortals did. She couldn't eat. She couldn't fight. She. Couldn't. Die. Maybe this kit sought a remedy for it, a noble cause if that was what he was doing.

//sorry to see you go but glad to see a new face in The District! ;)

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Well, at least the group in the lead wasn't another generic sworn enemy of ThunderClan, Sunny guessed this at least made it less likely she'd be attacked in the brief amount of time she'd spent prepping, which required a few minutes of her, uhh... "not being able to smell borders as sharply as she used to."

It was probably one of the oldest tricks in the book, but now was the time to try it out if she was ever going to. Of course, her pranks never gave lasting harm, or caused legitimate fear or anger in others. No, that was too crude. Maybe it was her being childish despite her age, but the old warrior's strengths lay in confusing others. Sort of. Sometimes they just accepted whatever bizarre situation she created, and that was fine too. At least she could laugh at her own genius.

Presently, a fairly large quantity of crates masqueraded as cargo would show up in their territory. Commonly labeled wine bottles, stacks and stacks of them, sealed with corks, filled the containers. Only, inside the bottles one would find nothing but mere traces of the stuff. The liquid inside was grape-based, sure, but it was actually just grape juice! Mixed with a healthy dose of vitamins might actually improve the health of anyone who did have the misfortune of tasting the sour juice instead of bitter, burning wine.

Honestly, Sunny thought it was an improvement.

//part of the clanwide prank war

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Sunny was surprised, but not in a bad way. She was still coming to terms with the new territory, though she didn't mind the rank changes quite so much. They seemed to make sense in a more... medieval setting, which reminded her, maybe she should go apologize to that certain medieval group she'd pranked earlier.

Oh dear. Promoted? That was pretty cool. Honestly it might not change much about what she did around here, other than probably being able to respond to ally stuff more quickly, which was nice. She agreed with the other promotions, as well. "Congrazzles," the new councilor echoed..

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//oml Telltale Games tho

Sunny's ears twitched as she was unfortunately recalled, but the spirit appeared content to stay, shimmering brightly as he did his best to stay visible, hardly more than a floating aura. At Rodrik's remark, he paused his singing - though the change was almost imperceptible, because all his words were held like notes in an improvised opera.

"Ah, but do I hear a rrrrequest for the legendary Amleto Doriano Luciano-Dagoberto Morrrrrrea?" he simpered in a part-song, part-question. "This one has been paid in many ways to perform. But only the lyrics."

He paused for extra dramatic effect, as if it took a heroic effort just to change songs. "How about..... THIS one!" The spirit hummed and twirled, changing shapes and colors as he enjoyed his new tune, one mimicking Stars from Les Miserables. Of course, with the same god-awful lyrics.

"Yel-low, black. / Yellow, black. / Yellow, black. Yellow, / black. Ooh, black and..."

Here came the key change to a minor chord. His voice, charming and smooth, told of tragedy and determination. His mouth... told of animated bees.

"Yellow! Let's shake it up / a little. Barry! / Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a seecoooooond..."

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Sunny had spent a year or two in a primarily agricultural tribe, in fact that was where her accent and cooking skills came from. She and her tribemates had figured out how to farm by trial and error, and she loved every moment of it, right up until the nuke hit. "Heya Kate, and... fellow... clanmate," the cinnamon tabby would abruptly greet as she walked over, twirling her tail innocently. She took a nosy glance at a set of blueprints that seemed to be laid out on the ground, and almost had to pinch herself to keep from getting her hopes up. A greenhouse?

She looked over at Kate, then back at Selby. "I think... he wants to dig the hole?" Honest to Stars, she did not remember ever hearing the male tabby speak. Maybe he was mute, or shy, or something. "Then again, we're all cats here, think we should enlist the other species?"

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"I love stories. Spill!" Sunny requested, using a shortened version of 'spill the beans'. Stories could be great, both telling and hearing them, even though sometimes there was no point to them, they were fun to hear. But you could never tell someone else's story unless you're on a certain website called FeralFront, it just wasn't the same.

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"I'm down for it," Sunny offered, she would likely be following others around this time. She still wasn't really sure what to expect, or what to think, of this new home, but she could at least try to get to know it better.

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//museless sorry!

Sunny could only imagine how much it took for a youngster to get a hangover. If it got worse with age as the tabby had experienced, Fraggy's kid was in for a rough ride. "Hey, Acu. You look..." Actually, she didn't really have words to describe the girl. Not quite tired, not quite sad. The councilor just sort of let her greeting hang in the air, tipping her head as she tried to figure it out. Well, she couldn't just leave the sentence like that, so she grasped at the most obvious answer she could think of. "Uhh, hungover."

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"We've got wood around here, right? How about some boats?" Sunny joked, following Stiria into the conversation. Hopefully her intonation and goofier-than-normal grin would signal that she didn't expect the idea to be considered seriously. After all, these trees were sentient... or... something like that. One might say that cutting down trees for lifeboats is something that The Thunderlands hurrican't do.

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//lmk if this is considered godmodding or something lmao

Sunny had just spent the past hour walking aimlessly through Tempesta, at first lost, but now just looking for something to do. As the moon climbed into the sky, she watched as brightly colored wisps came out to roam the forest with her, lighting up patches of grass and wood around them in quivering reds and blues and greens. The councilor paused for a moment to admire the beautiful sight, noticing more and more details as she did so. The last of summer's petals danced in the breeze, illuminated briefly by the soft glow of wandering fireflies. The towering trees above rustled with the wind, or perhaps on their own, carrying the quiet whispers of the dryads.

For once, she could appreciate the beauty of this new home. It was like an entirely different place now that she could see all the details. "It's beautiful," she purred to nobody in particular, watching the spiritlike creatures dance around.

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//no need to match muse!

Sunny wasn't too sure why she'd chosen StormClan to be the ambassador of. They were all... learn-y, or at least that was what she remembered of them. Not that learning was a bad thing, knowledge had to come from somewhere, she just wouldn't want to miss out on life because she was busy trying to understand it. That was a mistake she'd made in her first life, one she refused to make again. She wasn't here to preach about that, though - it was possible that others actually enjoyed learning new things more than hunting or gardening. She was here as an ambassador from one of StormClan's allies, ThunderClan. Well, The Thunderlands now. Thunderlandia?

The old cinnamon tabby placed her basket of gifts on the ground. Inside were a moderate amount of hand-made gifts, as her clan was a bit low on supplies after the move: emerald-adorned wooden jewelry and flower crowns made the bulk of it, as presents from the new territory's dryads; leftover herb seeds from the greenhouse, grouped in small paper packets; three of Sunny's own masterfully-crafted square-shaped blueberry pies; a pile of hot-glued masses of construction paper and popsicle sticks donated by the kits; and a few used books (she has no idea what they were about, since she couldn't read English).

A bright red wisp emerged from the basket, no doubt having hidden there while the councilor was preparing the other gifts. "Git!" Sunny hissed, shooing the laughing wisp back to its territory. "Ya little varmint," she called after it, doing her best to hide the amusement in her voice. The little spirit-fires could sure be playful, but at the wrong times.

Her attention was then turned to the territory of the clan that these gifts were meant for. She drew in a breath, then called out, "Yo yo yo, want some gifts to go? Y'all have a new ambassador from the Thunderthighs!"

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"Ginger? I barely even know 'er," Sunny mumbled quietly and instinctively, not even noticing she'd said anything. The tabby then looked over to Doot as her brain actually processed what he was saying. "Oh! 'Course, you can always count on me." She offered a childish grin that indicated one totally could not count on her to remember anything, but for the moment she at least seemed capable enough. Ginger, huh? She knew of its properties, but she'd never heard of it as a hangover remedy before. Interesting.

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Sunny watched the weapon's creation curiously. She knew how to use blades, but they could never replace her own teeth and claws, she just didn't have the same reflexes and maneuverability when her paws or mouth were occupied by an extra, uneven weight. Of course, she'd seen those who were capable of handling their weapon like an extra limb, but even an extra limb could have its liabilities, more mass requiring more force for the same acceleration.

But it looked kinda cool.

She watched in awe as the weapon was forged with audible "ooh"s and "ahh"s echoed by some of the wisps around her. "No way! You can make True Ice?" the tabby would comment afterwards, hopping closer to the pair. True Ice was the name someone else had used in her travels, but Sunny didn't understand the substance well enough to replicate it. "I don't use weapons, but could I request jewelry? A tear-shaped pendant, maybe? I can make the chain."

She imagined the frosty creature would make for a great ambassador, too. They could probably provide some unique gifts to other clans.

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As is common knowledge, Sunny was 80% hype, 20% cry, 100% ready 2 die. She was in the ready to die state right now, but in a good way. "Sure is," she agreed with Doot's statement. "Though it also means we actually have to be concerned about fires." Which sucked, because fire was such a boring tactic nowadays, if you put it out someone would use powers to light it again, only for it to get instantly snuffed by someone else's powers. Like a light with two switches being furiously turned on and off.

She sort of wondered how the wisps managed to not turn the forest into a crisp by themselves, given their rather fire-like appearance. Fragilepast answered that question for her, as the tabby glanced over to see his paw moving through one of the little creatures. Of course it was Fragilepast who would be the first to do that, of course. "Uncle" Fraggy indeed!

She nodded back to Kate, the other feline's hat giving her an idea. "Random question, but what d'you think these things eat? Magic?"

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