Posts by ICARUS.`

^{❝ oh, i wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn ❞}

^{✧ / thats ok mine has been anxiety-inducing lately lol}

^{The way the boy suddenly appeared in brusque fashion embezzled his attention, his cerulean eyes flicking to the similar azure eyes which bore the scar he had pondered between them. He had arrived like an apparition, and spoke of the morning as if it were another world. In some ways, it was, due to the fact they were the only two out by the tracks today. X marked the spot to be, didn't it?}

^{At the mottled boy's kind gesture, he would return the favor in the form of his own fatigued smile, just barely tugging at the corners of his mouth. By the crow's feet that crinkled at the corners of his eyes, it was genuine, for once. "Neither did I," he replied. The dawn belonged to them today it seemed. "What's gotten you up so early?" It wasn't too often that BloodClan stirred much during daylight, much less a kitten at that.}

^{❝ oh, i wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn ❞}

^{✧ His eyes widened at the first sentence to arrive out of Pryce's mouth. Suddenly, he realized something must be wrong. His brows collapsed inward, his crystalline-hued optics glossy with concern, and his ears dropped back in fret and surprise. He met his gaze, uncomfortable but willing to be there for the young boy. As he continued, his brows knitted in concern, wondering what the tom-kit meant. Had his father done more terrible things to the child than that? Was his family abusive? Or had Pryce witnessed an atrocity similar to what Icarus had experienced?}

^{The large tom sighed, and brought himself closer to the mottled tom. He attempted to comfortingly wrap his furry, soft, velveteen tail around the child, hoping it would ease his pained heart. "You don't have to tell me if it hurts. You can if you want to -- but everyone usually has a tragic past here. You don't have to feel bad. It's perfectly understandable." He nodded in the general direction across the tracks, and purred, "Maybe we should go for a walk or do something to get your mind off it, or you could tell me about it while we walk. Sound good?"}

^{❝ oh, i wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn ❞}

^{✧ The muddy-colored tom was passing through the twolegplace, a slow pace to his steps as he drank in memories of long ago. He had told himself he would never come back there, not near his old home, yet he had. There were no dogs barking, something that sent his heart aflame with fearful adrenaline because he knew why it was so silent. Guiltily, his gaze lingered on his claws, two now reinforced with the bones of the dead: the last gifts he would ever receive from his father. This was the place had grown up in all his life until the last moon. So much had changed in such little time; it was frightening. In his recollection, he had no realize he was near the ThunderClan border, though he wasn't acquainted with many other Clans in general.}

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^{❝ oh, i wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn ❞}

^{✧ / bc im too busy to make real threads and responses rip}

^{"For anyone who hasn't met me, I'm Icarus," he stated, once he had grabbed the attention of enough NPCs for a meet-and-greet.}

^{❝ oh, i wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn ❞}

^{✧ He looked to his brother. It was funny how starkly different the two seemed. Icarus was not one for words but Cypress always seemed to have all the right ones to say. Icarus was a much paler shade in comparison to the tabby, and bigger, too. It seemed their family tree carried an amalgam of coats and colors, that of darkness - Nathanos - and soft light hues - Pearl - which proved itself true through the two.}

^{Ike was also one to often find his nose in trouble somewhere, despite how desperately he often tried to remain neutral. No matter how hard he tried, he found his loyalties bound to situations one way or another. His life wasn't really his own, but he supposed he didn't mind. "Sure," he offered, dipping his head to reveal a few scabbed over claw marks on his back. "They probably need a fresh coat anyways."}

^{❝ oh, i wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn ❞}

^{✧ / oopsies tysm for the bump fren!}

^{He cocked a brow, a haughty smirk, and gained a swagger to his prowl. "Dogs and rats, that's how!" But it seemed just as he uttered the statement the trumpets of war emerged, a cacophony of barking hounds, each one roaring louder than the last. It sent a chill down his spine and possibly made a vein throb on his forehead in fury, but that soon followed the stench of rat. It was much worse than that of one, for this one could only be described as loud. His sinuses burned from the scent, as if it was akin to cut onions. It crawled up his nostrils in a pinching, eye-watering, sharp aroma of pain.}

^{"What is that?! I didn't know rats could catch mange ..." Nearby he noted a gaping mouth of darkness, its jaws open wide as if screaming, screaming for their names. "Must be the sewers -- that's what they call it." It looked ... foreign and alien, as if it were a portal to another world. He looked to Cypress with a grin. "Ready to explore the belly of the beast, or are you a scaredy-cat now?"}

^{❝ oh, i wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn ❞}

^{✧ Icarus hardly knew of the outside Clans, much less what to do if their members were trespassing and stealing prey. The only trespasser he had ever met had been a meager SkyClan kitten, and even then, he had approached the situation with callous, offering political guidance to Nathanos on the matter rather than assisting the child. Now, another had come, but not out of innocence.}

^{He knew his friends would have preferred for him to stop her, and that he should take the squirrel back. BloodClan was suffering enough as it was, after all. While he had nothing against the girl, and was sure it was just as fair for her to claim the prey, he figured it made more sense to abide by the laws he lived under. He couldn't just let her keep it, right? It was more so about the food, really, he didn't care if she stayed.}

^{And so he let out a low warning growl, the thunder before the lightning. "That prey belongs to BloodClan." The behemoth's rumble rang true, deep and resonant, just like his father Nathanos. The bloodline of beasts ran deep in his veins, and Icarus would soon prove that while he was a man of few words, he was not to be underestimated.}

^{As if he were hunting the apprentice herself, he tensed his muscles; then, sprang. His leap cut the air swiftly. His crystalline optics concentrated on her, and he attempted to bowl her over using his large size to his advantage.}