Posts by Specialkit

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  • Any Other Name || death

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    Dwaal, to Specialkit, was like a father. A father that he had never had — or at least, hadn't ever shown his face. A father was just a pleasant dream to Specialkit, and he would have been very disappointed if he had met the unknown one that he already had.


    Among the many other things that the little kitten didn't know, the majority of the words that Epsilon had just slung his direction was included in it. 'Dead?' 'Ignorant?' 'Brat?' Okay, maybe that wasn't the majority, but let's just say it is for the sake of over-exaggerating.


    That was why Specialkit was beginning to form a false impression of Epsilon.


    The caracal had determined that Epsilon was trying to teach him new words. That was nice of him! If he would tell Specialkit what they all meant, that'd be a little better, but he'd have to deal with what he had. The small male swung his head from Epsilon back to Dwaal's, unmoving body, blinking and tilting his head. "But... Dwaal right there." He pointed one pale orange paw at Dwaal.


    The innocence of children was never-ending. As was the ignorance.


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  • MELTING ANGEL || open; announcement

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    Specialkit had a long way to go before he was at the stage of wanting to take a girlfriend — or, you know, boyfriend. Well, maybe not too long, but it wasn't in close proximity in comparison with his current stance in life. Kittens weren't really aimed towards those sorts of things, not until at least the stage of adolescence.


    So this was very strange indeed.


    Epsilon certainly had a lot of words flowing through his mind. The other male practically spoke a different language, and Specialkit was frankly fascinated by it. Most of the words he said, or at least half of them, were unknown to Specialkit. The little caracal was an eager listener, but when no one told him the meaning on the words he was left to figure them out himself — or at least, try to.


    He should really ask somebody, but he was determined to try to figure it out himself first.


    The small male looked up, wide-eyed, at Epsilon as he spoke up from across the camp. Specialkit tumbled out of his 'nest' of flattened grass, blinking at the strange expression on the Elite's face. "What's that mean?"


    If anyone could ruin Epsilon's moment, it was Specialkit — or, you know, anyone else that said anything. Epsilon was a time bomb.


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  • like a crunchy candy ][ private

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    Frankly, Taboo was unsure how one like Epsilon hadn't 1) been exiled and 2) moved to an anti-clan. He must have quite some ambition to keep going after Fairy in this such environment. In fact, she was rather impressed and was relieved that there was a bully in the clan. Could be good for character development.


    There was never a dull day to Specialkit. He rather liked life and all that it had offered in his short lifetime — and what it hadn't. The world was a great place to a kitten that was inexperienced in the true horrors of life. How anyone couldn't notice them was beyond basically everyone, but still kittens such as him managed to do it. Still, he was learning, growing up much faster than he would have if he had lived a domesticated life.


    Taboo would like to see Epsilon collared. That would be entertaining.


    Now, along comes Specialkit to ruin Epsilon's already-ruined day. The pale-colored caracal had recently noticed the grumpy figure of the other male on the other side of the open-air camp, and was only happy enough to get to his paw and waddle over to Epsilon. It just so happened that the Elite's tail was flicking back and forth irritably, and the small kitten was drawn in by the constant movement.


    Wiggling his haunches, he attacked Epsilon's tail.


    Probably a big mistake. Oops!


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  • What suggestions do YOU have for the TOHM?

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    Voted for keep it the same c:


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  • NO NEED TO RUN AND HIDE — open, standing on a log

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    Specialkit may have been a non-stop ball of intrigue, but there was still a lot of things and places for him to discover. Even within the territory of the tribe, however small it may be in the face of the entire earth. It did help that they lived in a building, however dilapidated it may be, instead of just out on the plains. Well, the whole ‘building’ term was debatable, but there were at least structures on the territory of the tribe if you wouldn’t call them buildings.


    Anyway. Taboo got off track a lot when typing up these posts.


    The small kitten’s latest finding was a slowly-rotting stump sitting just outside the general area that was the camp. The standard-quality bugs were swarming around it, going about their business of tearing it down ever-so-much-faster, but they took to the sky when they noticed a certain caracal bounding towards their quarry. They had all flown far away by the time he actually reached the dead stump, so now he had it all to himself.


    He appreciated the cooperation of the insects. If they came back, he would just eat them! Problem solved, either way.


    Specialkit scrabbled up the sturdiest-looking side of the trunk, claws catching on the peeling bark of the stump as he pulled himself up. Kittens could be surprisingly agile when they put their minds to it. A couple of tail-lengths later, the small male had reached what remained of the formerly-glorious tree. A blanket of moss greeted him, and he settled down on top of it.


    ”I’m king of the world!” he announced proudly, swiping at the air with one of his paws in an attempt to look ferocious.


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  • LET THE FLAME IGNITE — open, moss-ball

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    Once again, Specialkit was up and ready to start doing something. This time, instead of it being the middle of the day, he had gotten up at practically the crack of dawn. He wanted to make the best of this day while it lasted! Who cared if he had a lot of days left in his life, he wanted to do things now. That way, he’d get really good at them now so that he could use them later in life if such a situation arrised!


    Well, his mind wasn’t quite on that frame of thought, but he might as well be.


    The little caracal had worked all night last night to get his newest entertainment together. It had taken a bit of searching — moss, surprisingly, wasn’t something that just grew on trees like apples. It was used for a number of things in the FeralFront world, and so the supply probably wasn’t as ripe as it had once been, considering how slowly moss grew. But, he had managed! And what stood in front of him now was a ball of the springy plant, hugging itself to keep its shape.


    Specialkit felt rather proud of his accomplishment.


    Dragging it out from the center of his flattened-grass nest, the kitten made his backwards-facing way over to the central ground of the camp. People were still just waking up around him, some of them probably hoping to sleep in until the sun was high in the sky. Others, the true farmers, were the ones already up. Or, you know, they were the ones like him that had very important things to do, like play with a moss-ball.


    Oh Specialkit, how are you going to survive in the real world?


    Clearing his throat with a cute little cough, Specialkit straightened up and gazed around camp. Okay, okay… there were several people within range of his voice. Making sure his throat was clear, he perked his ears to add to the excited impression. ”WHO WANTS TO PLAY MOSS-BALL?” he squeaked in his loudest voice.


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  • Apology thing

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    Got it c:


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  • WHERE I WANT TO STAY » specialkit's bio!

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    SPECIALDELIVERY
    [size=17pt][color=#3E9DCC]of the tribe of the harvest moon[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt]NAME: Specialkit
    - future names: specialpaw, specialdelivery
    - nicknames: speshy
    - former names: none
    SEX: Male
    - gender: masculine
    SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
    - romantic orientation: heteroromantic
    AGE: 18 Days
    - aging method: literally real-time
    - birthday: july thirty-first, 2015
    ALLIANCE: The Tribe of the Harvest Moon
    - former alliances: the badlands
    RANK: Child (Kit; Normal Rank)
    - former ranks: none
    SPECIES: Caracal


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    FULL APPEARANCE: Specialkit is but a young kitten at this stage of his life. Kitten-soft fur is still etches most of his figure, but with time this effect will fade and his adult pelt will grow in. His fluffy fur is pale orange in color, similar to the pre-dawn light on a clear morning. He is the lighter-colored kitten of him and his sister. His eyes are a pale green color, almost like dried-up grass during a hot summer. He has no specific distinguishing marks so far, but the outer skin of his ears along with his nose are black.
    - eye color: light green
    - pelt color: pale orange
    - build: muscular
    - markings: none
    MUTATIONS: None
    - scars: none
    ACCESSORIES: None


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    FULL PERSONALITY: Specialkit’s personality is a bit of an underdeveloped one — or at least, it isn’t the finished product. But for now, he views the world in a very innocent standpoint. Most words are unknown to him, and he is unable to recognize when somebody is being mean. Despite being the older of him and his sister, he is less able to string together sentences at this point in time. He thinks of everyone as a friendly, helpful, and fun person, and often takes to clambering all over them as if they were a jungle gym. Most of the things the world contains are completely foreign to him, and he investigates them by simply coming close and figuring it out with his five senses.
    *His personality will develop more as he ages.
    - quirks: none that have appeared yet


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    RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
    - crushing on: no one
    - girlfriend: none
    [i]- married to: no one    [/i]
    SIBLINGS: Extrakit
    - adoptive siblings: none
    MOTHER: NPC
    - adoptive mother: none
    FATHER: NPC
    - adoptive father: none
    OFFSPRING: None
    BEST FRIEND: TBA
    - other friends: none
    ARCHENEMY: None
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  • WHERE I WANT TO STAY » specialkit's bio!

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    PLAYLIST & THEME SONG[/fancypost]
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    #1: All The Way by Capital Kings
    #2: TEXT
    #3: TEXT
    #4: TEXT
    #5: TEXT[/fancypost]

  • WHERE I WANT TO STAY » specialkit's bio!

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    POWERS & BODIES[/fancypost]
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    SHRINK/GROW: X
    ELEMENTAL PELT: X
    INVISIBILITY: X
    SCENT MANIPULATION: X
    SOUNDWAVE/MOLECULE MANIPULATION: X
    MEMORY MANIPULATION: X
    PROJECT/MANIPULATE EMOTIONS: X
    TELEPATHY: X
    SUPER SPEED: X
    TELEPORTATION: X
    SUPER SENSES: X
    X-RAY VISION: X
    HEAT VISION: X
    SUPER STRENGTH: X
    SUPER ELASTICITY: X
    MULTIPLE POSSESSIONS/SHAPESHIFTING: X
    THE SIGHT: X
    GHOSTMODE: X
    TIME CONTROL: X


    FREE POWERS: None


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    BODY LIST: Caracal[/fancypost]

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    MISCELLANEOUS OOC MATTERS[/fancypost]
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    AWARDS: None
    GOALS: Become leader of the TotHM and become well-known.
    CHARACTER INSPIRATION: I was inspired by Emery's Perma-Death Challenge to first make the character, and was inspired by the character Whitford from James Patterson's Witch and Wizard for the personality.[/fancypost]

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    OTHER IMPORTANT LINKS[/fancypost]
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  • plot with kat ??

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    That'd be great!


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  • Hakuna matata &&OPEN&& means no worries for the rest of your days!

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    A seemingly-perfect day in the seemingly-perfect life of the Tribe of the Harvest Moon. Apparently, though, appearances could be deceiving. Self-mutilation was another one of those words that Specialkit didn't know, and man, were those really adding up. But what he saw in front of him was the exact definition of it.


    It wasn't a pretty scene.


    The caracal kitten, eyes wide with shock, inched slowly around from the back of Silentsong's heaving back, ears pinned back against his head. Who's this? Is she okay? Can I help in any way? Does she need a healer? They didn't have any of those now, so was she just going to bleed out? Unsure of what else to do, the kitten started mewling loudly to get somebody's attention. Somebody had to help!


    In the mean time, he would try to... do something?


    He finally circled around to the front of her, scooting backward a few paces to avoid the slowly pooling puddle of blood. What's this red stuff? He had never seen blood, never seen it mentioned, but it made what stood in front of him look a lot more macabre. Still mewling, he tried to figure out what was going on.


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  • Any Other Name || death

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    Oh. I guess that sounds nice? Specialkit blinked as he processed what Huron had just said. So there was something inside of your body? The caracal angled his head around to look over his shoulder at his own body. He had a, what was it called, spirit inside of his body? Cool!


    Except for the fact that Dwaal's apparently wasn't there.


    "Where'd it go, then?" he asked naively, still confused on the subject. "Will it be back soon?" The small kitten nudged his way under Dwaal's limp paw, feeling what little warmth remained in the dead tom's body. Was a 'spirit' the thing that made people be warm? He was maybe lacking a little bit of spirit, then, because he was cold a lot. Every time he went outside, actually.


    But Dwaal had always been so warm. Why had his spirit decided to leave? Specialkit would just have to wait until he came back. As was to be expected, there was no shock or any emotion of its likeness in his mind, just confusion. He'll be back, right? He wouldn't just leave without saying goodbye. He'd say it and give me a corn muffin. And then he'd say when he was going to get back. But now... he just left.


    Even in his own mind, the concept didn't make sense.


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  • HERE WE ARE AGAIN — open, sneezing dandelions

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    Aaaand there was the fateful question. Oh, its a dandelion. Weird name. "I, uh..." Why had he eaten it again? "I thought you could eat it!" he squeaked finally, pawing at what remained of the blooming weed — the slender stem. It was obviously alive, right? Like a tree, but smaller. A lot smaller. But then again, trees came in a lot of different sizes... maybe one was as small as this 'dandelion.'


    And, cue hiccups.


    Specialkit then continued hiccuping, the dandelion piece he had eaten sliding slowly lower in his throat. Hurry it up, dandelion! If it could just get all the way down now, that'd be great. Because this was really getting old, and he was tired of it. Hiccuping was already annoying in the first place, and then you have to add in the fact that he couldn't do anything but wait for the cause of it to go down into his stomach?! Usually he could just hold his breath and lap up a nearby puddle until his breath ran out, an the hiccups would be gone.


    Not this time!


    "Is there any water nearby?" the small kitten asked in between convulsions, swinging his head back and forth and stretching up on his tippy-toes. C'mon, water, where are you when I need you? It may be summer, but there had still been a healthy amount of rain. But right when he wanted water, it wasn't anywhere near him.


    Fancy that.


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  • deliver us from evil {Open + Herb Training}

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    Herbs? Are dandelions herbs? Herbs were plants, right? Just random plants that you found out in the wild? That sounded pretty cool to Specialkit, actually. Maybe he'd give this a shot. "I'll try!" he piped up brightly, his voice the trademark squeak of a young kitten. Who knew when he'd grow out of that; maybe nobody wanted him to, because he was cute just as he was.


    Well, sorry to those people. He was growing up, one slow day at a time.


    His little bit said, Specialkit took a seat near the front of growing crowd. He'd pay attention as best as he could, but who knew if he'd get anywhere? Maybe he could sleuth something out, but as a kitten he knew nothing about healing. Or even what blood was, actually. Coughcough. Or maybe not. But if dandelion was an herb, that he was going to nail that section of the test.


    He had actually ate one a few days ago. What could he say? It had looked tasty. Or at least, it had looked like something you could eat. So he obliged.


    Anyway. He turned his eager attention to Somberskies, ears perked and paws placed neatly on the ground. Yes, he'd give this his best shot.


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  • THE TotHM CHAT THREAD

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    Oh good, someone does. I thought it sounded weird there for a second xD


    And it's nice to know that Specialkit is loved by the people!! My ignorant little baby


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  • COLORS OF THE RAINBOW SHINE SO BRIGHT (Open)

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    The sky was exploding! Specialkit's head jerked up rather abruptly at the sound of the fireworks above, the brilliant flashes appearing out of the corner of his vision in every which direction. What is that? Whatever it was, it was new, bright, and very noisy. Were his ears going to explode like the sky was?


    That was it. He had to find the source of this.


    Struggling to his paws, he opened his maw as he had seen NPCs do and inhaled, tasting the air that rushed into his mouth. Whoa, that was weird. The first time he had tried that, actually. Maybe he should do that more - it was a good way to get to know his environment better. Maybe he could even find new places by following strange scents! Maybe even a squirrel's nest.


    The possibilities were endless!


    Back to the subject at hand. The sky was still doing strange things, and it really stood out against the solid black-with-white-specks that was the nighttime sky. How was this happening? They all seemed to be coming from the same direction, but they were different every time. What a strange world. Eventually - it took a while - he traced it to Wonder and Fairy's position.


    "Why is the sky exploding?" He had so many questions.


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  • MELTING ANGEL || open; announcement

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    Liked her... a lot. So they were really good friends? For the seemingly-millionth time in his life, Specialkit felt confused. Baffled. Puzzled. Whatever you called it, it meant the same thing. Was Epsilon trying to teach him something again? Or maybe it was not on purpose, but either way the little caracal was learning things he had never heard of before.


    Would this fountain of knowledge ever end? It just kept coming and coming, never stopping or stemming! It was amazing.


    "...Cool?" Specialkit wasn't quite sure how to address this situation. The explanation of Epsilon 'strongly liking' Fairy closed a few doors and opened other ones. Metaphorically, of course, if doors were questions. In other words, it crossed off some questions and formed new ones in the kitten's mind. So, onto the next question.


    "What's flirting?" Maybe, someday, his spurt of questions would end. Maybe, someday, his naive attitude would stop annoying Epsilon.


    If only.


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