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  • you can burn this city with me | private

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    [ yep! cx ]


    "Get a room!"


    Snickering a little, the Russian cast a glance to the side at his female friend. He didn't really care what others thought, instead he thought people's opinions were amusing or irritating depending on what it was. Writty once again straightened his back so he was at his full height, allowing Atticus to step into her direction. The darkened blush on his face didn't go unnoticed by him. Hell, how could it? He grinned as he agreed on seeing him again after he was finished with his friend, giving him a nod which was accompanied by a wink as he began to head in a different direction. He looked highly pleased- even allowed that expression of amusement to last on his face before it melted away to its usual cold look.


    Hours of aimless wandering and buying a couple things that would amuse him at home. He settled down at the food court, sitting in one of the chairs alone as he listened to the constant chatter around him. He sighed heavily, now just beginning to people watch- more like ass watching... Eh, same difference. His lips twitched a little and he found his fingers rubbing against the cloth of his shirt. He wanted to smoke. To drink. To feel high. But, he had to fight that urge- that need for now.

  • REPPIN' FOR THAT LOW LIFE [visiting - open]

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    The athletically built, monochromic tiger strode stealthily toward the invisible border that cut off unclaimed territory from Shadowclan. Writingsins snaked his tongue past his rubbery black lips, listening to the faint clicking of the barbell placed on the sandpaper like muscle, as it brushed against his teeth. After wetting his lips in an absentminded habit, the wet muscle slipped back into his mouth and he waited with a stoic expression painted on his face. His crimson hued oculars were void of emotion, though still gave off a glow that was more cold than welcoming or kind. The former leader's presence had been rather quiet the past few months he'd been traveling. He'd arrived within Windclan in search of a peaceful place he would perhaps corrupt - which was a failure. He couldn't stay in one place for too long as was proved the moment he left Shadowclan. Windclan didn't satisfy him enough for him to remain there. He'd slipped away without a trace; not like anyone would notice since he barely made an impression. A part of him urged him to stay due to the memory he held with the neutral clan. Rhys, his former boyfriend, once lived there as a medic intern as well as an adviser. That relationship ended abruptly and was the start of the nomad's spite for love.


    "Vwritingsins." His deep voice rumbled with an icy apathetic tone, matching the dull look he held within his eyes. As he patiently waited at the border his mind couldn't help but wander off to different places which were his memories. Pocketpaw. If he wasn't such an emotionless piece of shit, maybe the tuxedo tom would still love him and would have stuck by him. Maybe if he'd never been born, the apprentice wouldn't be so broken and so... angry. He made him like that. "I'm here to visit."

  • REPPIN' FOR THAT LOW LIFE [visiting - open]

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    Pierced ear twitched as he heard a familiar voice, one that didn't cause him great irritation like most people did nowadays. His crimson optics shifted toward the fox, slowly slanting his cranium to the side as he spoke to him. Oh, he hadn't expected Shadowclan to get any better - so his purpose wouldn't be to check on its progress. It would be a waste of his time. "That is alright. My objective vwas just to see my son." he droned. A set of lighter steps approached the two, causing his attention to shift again and he stared at the cub with an uninterested gaze. "Then welcome to Shadowclan." Pah, like hell he was actually welcomed here. He simply replied with a low grunt and a hiss of air through his nostrils. The skeleton printed panthera parted his jaws as he was about to speak to Perevesti once more, but he felt a weight leap on to his back.


    Sure, if it had been someone else they probably would have been brutally murdered the second he realized they were on him - Shadowclanner or not. He didn't give a single shit. Though, as the voice of his son rang in his ears he immediately relaxed and twisted his head around and gave a snort of amusement. "I've been around, ya know? I vwent to Vwindclan but they're boring so I left," he muttered, rolling his eyes and a rumble in his chest was heard which would be a chuckle. "You're blind? Who's the fucker that did it, eh? Vwant me to gouge out their eyeballs and switch them out for yours?" he snickered, his triple pierced eyebrow raising to form a questioning look Radioactivepaw couldn't see.


    However, a voice had made him slowly turn his head toward the ex-General. His face twisted into a sneer he didn't care to hide. Hell, he deserved every right to be leader and he worked his ass off just to be moved up to deputy. No one else, he'd seen so far, had been promoted to a General right off the bat by joining for three days. Constellationdreamer had seen potential in him back in his much happier days and she was right. He had potential but many mistakes and such had happened to break his chipper personality. Which made him the man, today. Though, he may not recognize her body he could familiarize her soul and he didn't like it. He didn't smile either, since that was rare these days, and nor did he acknowledge her further. He dismissed her presence and returned his attention back onto Radio.


    "Any clans you recommend me going to, Radio?"

  • REPPIN' FOR THAT LOW LIFE [visiting - open]

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    Writingsins didn't give one fuck, two fucks, red shit, blue shit if they liked him or not. If he did. He wouldn't even be alive let alone on Shadowclan's border. And he especially didn't care if Immortalkisses even tolerated him. He could kill every single Shadowclanner - innocent or not - without a single twinge of remorse but he didn't because of his son and Perevesti. As well as his brother since he heard he was here, as well. The former leader barely even gave Immortalkisses a glance, only twitching his ear in a gesture of acknowledgement for her presence. That's all she would be getting out of him, really. If she wanted another reaction, she'd better look somewhere else. Hell... he barely even knew who she was.

  • YOU'RE REALLY MY DEAREST FRIEND | open + birthing

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    Appearing from within thin air, the skeleton printed tiger gazed down at small bundles curled up near her belly. His crimson gaze stared intently at them all, his expression blank as he observed them. More children of his. What was that? A twinge of... happiness? Huh, maybe. "They look... small," he rumbled, squinting his eyes.


    /mobile

  • seven nation army ; meet and greet, o

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    Spring brought very decent weather along with temperatures, but it lured in rain more than anytime in the year. This could either be a good or bad thing; with plants flourishing and absorbing the warm water from being dormant for over the course of a few months. But, rain could also convey floods which, depending on where you resided, was a tragedy. Though, within spring, prey were no longer scarce and slid out from their homes to welcome the new, warmer season. The soft, monotonous pitter-patter of the rain slapping against the stone street resonated within the village. Water collected within dips in the worn down stonework, creating puddles that vibrated with the constant droplets hitting the surface.


    The gentle sounds of precipitation had lulled the little kitten into a light sleep, audits pointed forward still able to hear in case he would need to be alert. He was curled up at the window of a small house he'd adopted, listening subconsciously to the rain. It tapped the ground with a steady precision, as if it were intentionally attempting to soothe the creatures of the forest into a peaceful slumber. The steadfast pounding began to get lighter... and lighter... and lighter until it began to cease. Parting his eyes, the white freckled feline's crimson optics stared out at the transparent glass and at the dampened path. Why did it stop? A frown weighed down on his lips and his head rose, blinking a single time and twitching his ears.


    "All things must come to an end, Mortalkit."


    A deep, thunderous accented voice rang in his head and he released a heavy sigh. That voice was familiar, having been with him since birth and it felt like... it had a purpose. That he had a purpose. But what was it? This voice never introduced itself. Never told him anything about it. It was never around long enough for him to strike up a conversation. It said a few words and then its presence just vanished. Rising on all four paws, the ebony male leaped off of the window sill and landed ungracefully with a hard thud. "Ow," he mewled, his left front paw had twisted a little in a wrong direction which shot a stinging pain up his arm. Lifting up the slightly injured appendage, he examined it with narrowed eyes before he set it down.


    Mortalkit applied a little pressure and was met with another twinge, wincing a little and letting out a whine. He'd be okay, right? Deciding to raise it above the ground, the child limped out from his cottage and into the moist trail. Maybe he could meet some new people? That voice encouraged him to often even when he didn't want to.

  • the road so far — joining, finnbar needed

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    The aged, tired look upon the wolf's flawed face made the small kitten wonder what happened within her life that made her look so exhausted. He could tell she went through hardships, tough obstacles that she obviously overcame. This showed strength and he almost immediately began to admire this female. She was independent and it showed that she wasn't easy to push around. He noticed these little things within others with just by looking at them. Sometimes their appearances told stories; stories where he enjoyed making up on his own within his creative, little mind. Some were outrageous and others were well-scripted as if it wasn't his own thoughts constructing such a backstory but with the help of some other, more intelligent source. Perhaps, this she-wolf had grown up as loner and was abandoned by her family which left her alone to nurture herself. She was defenseless, but she managed to survive on her instincts. Fighting just to live - and winning, it seemed - the scars littering her body told that. He was off - way off, probably, but it wasn't a crime to come up with something interesting, right?


    The white, specked kitten trotted forward with his sprained paw lifted so he wouldn't trip due to the pain it caused. Maybe he should go to a medic about it? His vibrant, crimson oculars rested on the female with a deep curiosity twinkling in the blood hued depths.

  • plot with a smol reincarnated ex-leader?

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    Alright, so Mortalkit is the reincarnation of Writingsins, Shadowclan's ex-leader. He may not act like him very much, but he still has his spirit merged with his and often talks to him a lot but never responds to his questions. Only giving him advice before vanishing. Morty, is a little shy but still energetic and full of questions since he's still young and still doesn't understand much. He's only 3 months old.


    OPEN TO:


    - interactions threads [i often lose muse for this so it'd be best if you provided a plot with it]
    - friendships
    - future rivalries
    - bullying him
    - future mentor
    - cuddle-buddies
    - slow developing relationships


    CLOSED TO:


    - litters
    - rape
    - torture
    - capture

  • seven nation army ; meet and greet, o

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    Two holes were burning themselves against his skull, making the hairs along his spine rise. His head turned left and then right, though finding no one to be the one staring so intently at him. Strange. Who could it be and why weren't they showing themselves? Or was he just imagining it? Frowning, Mortalkit began to continue on forward with no clear objective until he was met with a domestic feline he hadn't seen before. As he asked him about his paw, he nibbling on the inside of his cheek and diverted his gaze. "Y-Yes, please.." he murmured lightly, extending his paw out toward the other male. Glancing up at the leader, his ears flattened a little as he only felt slight intimidation but also a strange familiarity when he'd never really encountered her before. "H-Hello. I'm, uh, Mortalkit. It's nice to meet you, miss."

  • must be love on the brain; private, red

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    The kitten was watching butterflies flutter right past him, eyes focused on their beautifully colored wings and finding himself wishing he had wings himself. He could be able to fly and touch the fluffy clouds in the sky, joining the birds that soared freely. Although, he clearly was not being kept prisoner in this clan, he couldn't help but feel this sense of imprisonment. He felt like he was trapped and would never come out. Usually, kids his age would be running around, getting themselves hurt and feeding their curiosity by exploring - but not Mortakit. He wasn't like the others. However, having the mind of child but not their want to have fun. All he wanted was to stay out of trouble and direct attention away from himself.