Posts by voidheart.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]The petite cream tabby's green visionaries scanned the perimeter, taking in every last little detail. The towering trees, the salty taste of the gentle breeze that pushed through her fur, the thick scent of the border markers -- everything. A smile spread across the felidae's rubbery lips as she found herself nestled neatly at the border of the unfamiliar clan. She coiled her long-furred tail around her dainty paws, calmly awaiting someone's arrival.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]And soon enough, the loner was approached by a femme bearing the scent of the border. Probably a native to the group, she assumed. A toothy grin split across the tricolored cat's face. "I'm Funhouse and I'm here to join!" She chirped, practically shaking with excitement. She quite enjoyed social interactions, one could easily assume. She waited to either be accepted or denied, paws pricking with anticipation.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Funhouse hopped to her rather large paws, smile completely engulfing her pretty face. Her silver locket bounced as she did, however stayed laced around her throat. "Thank you thank you!" She giggled, unable to hide her excitement. She wasn't called Funhouse for nothing. She turned towards the fox, smile still in place as he welcomed her. "Nice to meet you, Sharkbait!" She began. "A tour would be splendid, if ya don't mind!" She said. Her bright optics landed on the bug that flew in front of the male's face; a look of confusion crossed her features, however she didn't think much of it. "Ah, nice to meet you, too, Camellia." She giggled. Maybe having bugs for pets was typical in SunClan, she thought with a shrug to herself.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Ah, the wonderful new world of SunClan! There was so much to do, so much to see! The femme was terribly excited by it all. She came from a world where she was constantly told to stay in her place, to only speak when spoken to, to never show any form of excitement. It was horribly boring, really. And besides that, she felt rather lonely. She left her old family, as they weren't accepting or let her be her joyous self, and was all by herself.

But now, now she had a new family! A whole new world of people to befriend and places to explore; gosh, she could barely contain herself! Purr rumbling in her throat, the cream tabby blinked her lime visionaries, glancing around the seaside camp. "Meet 'n greet?" Invited the newcomer cheerily.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Gosh, this girl seemed a little... different. Not that wasn't okay, of course; it was always nice having contrasting personalities. One could always see different sides of things, right? Bouncing over, cheekily grinning from ear to ear, the cream tabby inspected the joiner -- Hecate, rather -- before introducing herself. "Hi hi! My name's Funhouse! Lovely to meet you," she cooed.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]This Neverfall seemed a little uncomfortable. That was no fun! Maybe he just wasn't that at home in social situations? Or perhaps it was just his personality.... Shaking the thoughts aside, the femme skipped over, smiling. "I'm Funhouse; really cool to meet ya, Neverfall!" She sang, her voice lilting through the air.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]And soon enough, her call was answered by the wildcat. Smile still stretched across her lips, the tricolored babe took in the seemingly shy male -- or Blurryface, as it appeared. Strange name, she thought; shrugging the thought off without much more contemplation, she furled her tail around her paws. "Funhouse! Nice to meet you, Blur." She purred with a friendly wink of her lime eye.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]It was a strange sensation, a voice that wasn't yours speaking in your head. Taken aback, Funhouse decided to find the cause of the words and invitation. Besides, she just adored decorating. After some scouring, she stumbled upon the lion whose voice dripped with the same accent as the one in her mind. She could easily make the assumption he had called to ask people to help decorate his cabin, as he was in the rather bland place. "I'll help ya, if you'd like!" She offered.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]tracking!

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Ah, whoops! It appeared Funhouse was rather late to the party. Oh well; she trotted over and took a seat next to no one in particular, listening in with tilted auditories. She could always use a lesson on safety, as she hardly ever thought before doing anything.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Generally, Funhouse was a very happy go lucky type of gal. But this bothered her a little bit. She strode over, her face void of its typical cheery grin. "You're wrong." She said, coming off more blunt than she'd intended to. "Some homosexual couples can reproduce without a surrogate or different body, and some heterosexual couples can't have children in their current bodies." She said, narrowing her gaze. "Like, if I was in a relationship with another girl, we could have children because I'm trans and we have the 'correct parts'. And if I was in a heterosexual relationship with a boy who wasn't trans, we couldn't have children." She continued. Gosh, she sure got angry when people threw trans people under the bus. Of course, she grew up where transphobia was blatant and everywhere. "I don't mean to be rude, I just don't want people getting the wrong information." She said, shooting Paintbrush a smile.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]As a sudden influx of members approached, a throaty purr sounded from the femme. Wow, she hadn't expected to be this popular! "Gosh, it's sure nice to meet all of you!" She began. Her gaze lingered on the stammering squib for a bit; was there something the matter? Was she coming off too strong? Shaking the thought off, she returned her attention to everyone. "Funhouse, if ya didn't catch!"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]That didn't help whatsoever. "Are you trying to say I'm not a real girl? That I don't have the right sex to be a real girl?" She began. "No heterosexual boys or gay girls or anyone who likes girls won't like me because I'm not a girl, is that it?" Now she was mad. "Or do you not mean sex? Do you mean gender? You can't assume every girl or boy is cis. And there are more than two sexes -- don't erase intersex people." She said, gritting her teeth. "Bisexual means you're attracted to two or more genders. Pansexual is not having a preference of gender." She explained, still mad.

// mobile + sorry she is very argumentative ahh

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Ah, her first battle! Not that she had known at the moment, of course, as she had been exploring when she heard the commotion. She curiously padded over and spotted the dead creature; a frown laced across her features, totally unaware of the invisible presence. She glanced over at Mist, the one who'd buried the body. "Do ya know who could'a done this?" She asked quietly.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Fun beamed at Sassan. Curious name; it reminded her of assassin, almost. She waved a paw in his direction, however didn't feel the need to say anything or repeat herself. She offered the same grin at Comeback as she spoke again. Seeing as it was getting awkward and boring, the cream girl cleared her throat. "Anyone wanna play a game or somethin'?" She asked, blinking green eyes.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Ah, seemed Funhouse was a little late. No matter! The girl took a seat next to no one in particular, waving her creamy paw at the newcomer wordlessly. Maybe a joiner? Or someone with news? The possibilities were endless, really! So she calmly waited for femme to answer.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Of course she defensive -- she grew up abused and horribly mistreated because defied the typical gender binary. She wasn't going to stand for transphobia, not here. "If I'm not mistaken," began Funhouse, trying to maintain her cool, however hard that might be, "You said 'like both male and female sexes', which insinuates that a monosexual person is simply attracted to sex, not gender, which is inherently transphobic. And would mean since I'm not the sex that most people associate with 'female', that I'm not a real girl." She said, sighing rather haughtily.

"I know you're no expert, I'm simply trying to help you." Funhouse murmured. Of course, she could do it in a calmer manner, but that wasn't really like her. "You did say both male and female sexes, making it sound like there was only two sexes, which completely looks over intersex people." She continued, flicking the tip of her tail. "And Bigender is a gender, not a sex. Like agender and genderfluid, so I don't know why you're pulling that into the conversation." She said.

"I am sticking with the conversation, thank you very much." She said with an indignant little sniff. "You just need to learn your stuff before you go on completely overlooking an entire population of creatures." She said, rolling her broad shoulders. The topic was one close to her heart -- she wasn't going to drop it, nope.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]/ bronx is bae omg

Funhouse felt blood rise to her cheeks as Hecate supported her and cheered her on, even going as far as to wrap her arm around the cream tabby's broad shoulders. It was nice to know someone was on her side. Of course, her tiny bit of happiness was washed away as Blur opened his mouth again. She listened, a look of distaste the only emotion present on her face.

He thought he could get away with his transphobia by offering her a passive aggressive apology? Hell no. But she'd let it go -- for now, at least. "I'm not here to educate people on being less -" she resisted the urge to say disgusting here -- "offensive. I am not your dictionary nor am I here to correct you on your little slip ups. You might've been talking about one little thing, but you should recognize when you're being wrong and offending people by speaking on their behalfs." She finished, offering Shark a flick of her ears, indicating she heard him.

// mobile

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]// lmao you're fine

Goodie! Funhouse was excited by anything, really, however it was quite easy to anger the femme... But now, she could imagine being anything but happy. She galloped after the fox after taking a moment to take in the scene around her. She slowed down beside Sharkbait, matching his pace as the duo began down towards the ocean. "How long have ya been in SunClan?" She asked, unable to focus fully on the tour; she just couldn't keep quiet, it seemed.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]In her mind, yeah, he kind of was being transphobic. The way he phrased things and felt the urge to challenge her and get defensive when she called him out on his problematic behavior didn't sit well with her. Maybe if she had known his longer, this wouldn't be a problem, however it had gone over the top.

"I don't remember asking if you were sorry." Funhouse said bluntly. Besides, all of his apologizes sounded vain and insincere -- she didn't have to accept them, especially if they sounded fake. "But if you really want to apologize, you can start by owning up to your actions and saying you're sorry for the offensive things you said, whether intentional or not." She said, watching him with a cold, calculated gaze.

"It doesn't sound like you're trying to get on my side." Funhouse meowed. "To me, it sounds like you're trying to make yourself sound like less of a bad person and avoiding everything I'm saying to you. How could I not think you're trying to fight me? You keep spewing things that don't pertain to the situation and trying to make me sound like the bad guy, like I'm some horrible, mean, trans overlord that is a godawful person for actually standing up for herself!

"But whatever. I'm terribly sorry for trying to educate you and getting defensive when you're preaching the same bullshit the people who ruined my life are. My bad." Funhouse's voice dripped with vehement sarcasm. "At any rate, I don't want you on my side. So you stay in your pretty little corner of the world and I'll stay in mine so we won't have any more problems."