Posts by Carcanetkit

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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px none transparent; margin-left: -4px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 320px; color: teal;][justify][sup]An orange tabby kitten had left the nursery, the safe haven from the pouring snow; like rain without the thunder, the grace of a ballerina and the beauty of a thousand sunsets. It lay across the ground, as if the ballerina had lay down upon the stage, signalling the end of her dance, until the studio lights would come up and she'd get up and bow, or in this case she'd disappear. Carcanetkit, for one didn't see this grace; all she saw was an ugly, unworthy lump of nothingness and whiteness called "snow", that one thing that is considered beautiful by many just to prove that it is probably one of the worst things on the planet. The kit didn't want to burst the bubble or anything- but the only nice thing about the season was all the free stuff her Clanmates had decided to give away, otherwise, who could actually like this sort of weather? Carcanetkit silently wished she had the ability to create flame or fire- heck, even glow, there'd be enough heat to stop the short-furred kit from chattering her teeth. She had wished she would've picked up a scarf or elf hat during all the giveaways, instead there she was shivering her fur off. Perhaps she had to do something to thaw the frozen heart; or in this case stop herself from getting either hypothermia or frostbite- both of which effect of the horrible weather. Nonetheless, she had to get up and make her way towards the closest group- or in this case pair- she could find and see if they needed assistant, as if she didn't activate herself and her paws she'd most likely either have to get amputated or die, both of wish not seeming like the most desirable. "Morning gentlemen," She meowed past the cold, her voice not as confident as it usually represented itself to be. "Do- do you need any help?"
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px none transparent; margin-left: -4px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 320px; color: teal;][justify][sup]"Good day," Carcanetkit meowed in a soft tone, her usual elegance visible in the way her muscles shifted and came to pause by the other cats. "The name's Carcanetkit, what are yours?" She never liked being late to a conversation, nor did she like ever being early to one- it was a confusing matter of thought that no cat but herself could possibly ever understand, but when you really thought about it there wasn't much about Carcanetkit- or, anyone in general that anyone really could understand or explain properly. Not even themselves.
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px none transparent; margin-left: -4px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 320px; color: teal;][justify][sup]Orange and white pelt was visible as Carcanetkit made her way towards the group after having had studied them from a distance away. Carcanetkit didn't have dreams that often, but when she did they were terrifying and vivid- which lead her to question her sanity, occasionally, of course... she wasn't some sort of serial killer, okay, maybe not all serial killers question their sanity and not all people who question their sanity are serial killers, but y'know, it's like that whole left-handed athlete thing. Seriously, it's just insane. To be an athlete you need a left hand. Yup. Carcanetkit could make her own rules. "I had noticed something was wrong when observing from a distance, would any assistance be required?"
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px none transparent; margin-left: -4px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 320px; color: teal;][justify][sup]Interesting would be a puny example of what this game would be; Hyde and a kit. That wouldn't be the best pairing... but heck, if it happened not matter how much of a lady she seemed in a her language, Carcanetkit was going to be there, watching and laughing her head off. Nope- laughing her head off wasn't enough to explain how much she was going to laugh, she would laugh so hard her ear lobes would explode, her eyes would bulge and leave their sockets, her ears would expand with ear lobe blood dropping out of them, you name it and it'd happen- get as creative as you want. There was no way Carcanetkit was going to miss this. "I'm going to spectate the frolic." She decided, sitting at the end of the group.
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