Posts by orangeandkumquat

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 470px; margin-top: -5px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify]^{The little kitten yawned. He had slept in late, not because he wanted to, of course. Cardamomkit’s brown pelt stuck up in discordant tufts, all vestiges of his enthralling dream that had manifested itself in passionate rolling about in the nest. Blinking his soft green eyes, he clicked his tongue before running it over his paw. The sun was shining unnaturally bright and the air was heavy with humidity. Getting to his paws, he took a step. Unfortunately, on his best days he was clumsy, and he tripped unceremoniously over his own round, white feet. ”Oopsie,” he chuckled to himself, words sloshing without care. The three-month-old tom listened to a profound rumble shake his rotund frame. It took him a moment to realize that it was his stomach that had made such noise.}

^{Too young to hunt, too lazy to make his way over to the fresh-kill pile, Cardamomkit frowned. On the verge of very dramatic tears, the brown marbled tabby bit his lip with a single, ivory tooth. Around him, queens nursed their kits, and elders made their way in through the nursery’s entrance. He knew none of these individuals, but that did not prevent him from wanting to utilize their much more enthusiastic presences. Maybe, he thought to himself still planted firmly on his behind, he could convince someone to fetch him a fish. Transitioning from liquid to solid foods had been an unpleasant period of his short life, yet it was a necessary evil in the most inappropriate sense of the phrase. His ruffled pelt gave him an unkempt appearance, and he got stubbornly to his paws once more. Cardamomkit was too uncomfortable to take advantage of anybody here, all of whom seemed busy and content. He may have been conniving at times—though, only to expedite his own satisfaction—but he was neither cruel nor sadistic.}

^{”I’m so, so, so hungry,” he whined as he left the nursery, a scowl forming on his face. He moved with exaggerated steps and exacerbated sighs escaped his mouth incrementally. His short legs could not carry him fast, so he had to make due with an annoyingly tepid pace. The soil was malleable beneath him, and the RiverClanner was tempted to roll about in it; however, it was his insatiable hunger that drove him forward. Ultimately, he could not believe that he had the resolve to get food for himself. Chewing at his inner cheek, the feline squinted in the direction of where the clan’s communal stockpile normally was. To his dismay, all that remained were several rotting carcasses. Letting out a passionate cry, Cardamomkit threw himself to the ground. ”The horror,” he proclaimed, ”the horror! His pseudo-sobs echoed loudly, and the finicky tom was determined to express his misery. ”Somebody, please, fetch me a fish. He spoke aloud, not knowin who would come to his rescue.}

^{/mobile and idk what im doing cardy needs a defined personality BUT IM WORKIN ON IT c:}
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^{She resented the apartment building she had little choice but to call home. An incongruity at best, the city was a blemish on the otherwise spotless Earth. Eolianskies saw it as an obstruction of a beauty that should have thrived, and she watched from afar as vegetation tried to reclaim the labyrinthine streets. She had chosen a room towards the top of WindClan's edifice, one that she could tolerate. Enclosed by a wall of windows on one side and deep, charcoal grey walls on the remaining three, it was accompanied by a silence many would deem eerie; but to Eolianskies, that was not the case. She valued the quiet her modestly furnished abode provided her. It was clean, for the most part, though the feline had partaken in vigorous and spontaneous rodent-hunting shortly after moving in. The front door was a sleek silver, and it opened to reveal mahogany floors so rich they could almost be mistaken for black. Due to its inconvenient placement, the apartment remained in good shape, having not been rummaged through. There was a nicely decorated kitchen, an expansive living room, and two bedrooms, each accompanied by a full bath. Yet, despite the respectable square-footage it boasted, Eolianskies hardly wandered anywhere other than the master bedroom.}

^{Whenever she made the trek from the front door to her sleeping quarters, she would pass a dying houseplant and be forced to listen to the tinny sound her claws made on the floor whenever she forgot to sheathe them. Eolianskies was in a conundrum, though, because as much as she detested her apartment, she have even more trouble integrating herself into WindClan's general populace. A pariah of sorts, Eolianskies was difficult to like. The cream tabby was not here to be liked, which was vaguely comforting. Still, it did little to quell the anxiety that swelled her chest. She buried her chin into the covers of the bed, a fine silk with a thread count that was conceivably ridiculous. Shutting her eyes, the WindClanner exhaled deeply, wrapping her tail desperately around her. Her façade was exhausting. To be impartial, staggeringly indifferent, at all times? It took a toll on one. Of course, she found no point in complaining about this, as it was her decision to make. At least, she never claimed to be judicious. While wallowing in her loneliness was not how she preferred to spend her time, it was raining out. She liked the sound of the raindrops against the ceiling-to-floor windows, wishing that she could see it.}

^{She knew that somewhere, kittens were interacting with alacrity, but she could not muster the energy to seek them out. She could feel the gravity of her own emotions, and she rolled to her back, stretching out her legs. The thought of the cataclysmic fall of her parents' reign was enough to disgruntle her, and she was constantly reminded of it as she lay in her bed. Eolianskies had no idea why she was struck with bitterness every waking moment of the day, which made it impossible to change. She knew how unpleasant it must have been for those who witnessed it regularly, yet she had great difficulty reconciling her feelings of apology with the behavior of most WindClanners. She had been here for several days now, and she still knew nobody. Eolianskies was opposed to the idea of befriending any of them at this point, but she wished she were not. Rising with a languid celerity, she hopped from the bed, landing carefully on the floor. Making her way to the front door, which she always kept open, the tabby poked her head into what she presumed to be an empty hallway. "Hello?" She broadcast the telepathic message, wondering if it would elicit a reply.}

^{She sat at the entrance of the apartment she had claimed, knowing individuals rarely wandered up to this floor. It was quite a walk, but she enjoyed the physical labor it demanded. Eolianskies did not know whether or not she wanted anybody to appear. She knew it was too late to retract her greeting. Rationally, Eolianskies understood that her longing for company was justifiable; emotionally, she did what she could to refute it. Ears twitching as they tried to pick up a sound, the cream tabby waited.}
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