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  • and i feel i want to die. | JOINING, OPEN.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Well, that didn't take long at all. What its fathers had told it was right, they were surprisingly quick. Huh. It let their red gaze wander over them before speaking with a shrug. "Lil Hal Strider-English, but I'd prefer simply Hal. Joining this establishment."

  • and i feel i want to die. | JOINING, OPEN.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Its interest was piqued by Lucy's question. Did it know them? Of course Hal knew them. How could it not? "My fathers." It said, a small smile breaking out on his face. "Do you know them? Though I suppose you'd have to, since you recognize my last names."

  • rolling in my grave. | PLOT W/ HAL.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] hey look its the product of colouredclan's old otp


    meet lil hal strider-english, tho it prefers hal. its agender (goes by it/its pronouns), n homoromantic/asexual (tho not sex-repulsed). it is a small pure white domestic feline that wears dumb anime shades over his eyes idk why prolly just b/c his weeaboo dad does lmao,, he's cool and collected, focused on perfection, n not afraid 2 speak his mind.


    he's open for anything but kill, capture, n maim.

  • 'till the end of all ; open + birthing

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Void.


    That was what could be considered young Camari's experience as of right now. Cold, unfamiliar void. Of course, they did not know that their name was to be Camari, that they had a family, that they were an individual in a cruel, unforgiving world. All they knew was that food was what they needed, along with some warmth for their damp body. So off they shuffled, going to cling on to a teat like it was their lifeline, which for now, it most certainly was.

  • I JUST DON'T GIVE A FVCK — open, meet and greet

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] "It's refreshing to see that you are not killing yourself slowly with those awful cylinders of poison, brother." Came Camari's snap, the word "brother" dripping with bitterness. They were ashamed of their relation to him, ashamed that their brother was such a nonchalant prick who enjoyed smoking tobacco. What an idiot, really. They came to sit beside him, sniffing indignantly. "I'm certain you know my name by now."

  • my curtain calls. | open.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Camari could only be referred to as the problem child of Lemy and Videogames' litter. A young fellow who refused to follow the gender binary, who took great shame in being related to their brother Papyrus, and who threw fits on a daily basis. They were the true prick of the family. They paced back and forth where they were, mumbling to themselves the same thing over and over, though what it was was too hard to decipher.

  • my curtain calls. | open.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] The savannah cat slowed to a stop, cruel gaze falling upon their family and Rhexis. They let out a soft 'tch' at the cigarette hanging from Papyrus' lips, then snorted at Rhexis. What an assortment of fools, really. Their father was the only one they seem to tolerate. "I hate to pop your happy-go-lucky bubble, sir, but you are annoying." They remarked coldly to Rhexis, before turning to their father, their gaze softening. "I am pacing, father."

  • I JUST DON'T GIVE A FVCK — open, meet and greet

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] They let out a small 'hmph' of indignation at Papyrus' words, glaring at him. If only Papyrus could be as good as them. Surely then they would be less obnoxious! Their claws unsheathed from their paws before sheathing again, and they turned their head away. "I could care less, you are correct, for once in your unfortunate life. Though I suppose you are less obnoxious then the lion." They huffed.

  • the shrill call of the wild. | open, joining.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Shame.


    Shame was what brought Camari to the moors of WindClan. They were ashamed of their family, their Clan. Papyrus was a lazy prick who enjoyed smoking tobacco and ridiculing them, their father was a pushover baby who hadn't wanted kits in the first place, and their other father was nowhere to be found ever since they were born. And the only other Clanmates they knew of was an immature baby and an obnoxious lion who pulled pranks and thought he was the bee's knees.


    Now was a chance to start anew, to get rid of that shame. They were still very young, and much to their dismay, still belonged to the Clan of SylvanClan. But they could leave - Nobody was looking for them. They hardly knew they existed. So they could start fresh.


    They stood at the border, the wind whipping their fur as they stared ahead.

  • the shrill call of the wild. | open, joining.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Their mouth went dry as the fateful question was asked. What were they to say? They did not wish to go by their birth name, not here. Not when they had the chance to erase this. "Fleur." They said after a moment in response, lifting their amber-hued gaze to the Maine Coon. "My name is Fleur."