Posts by Fluffy Wuffykins

[align=center]HES SO CUTE WTF

[align=center][b]those eyes

Fluffy had collapsed in a fit of wheezes on the side of an alleyway, bringing a stubby paw to his chest as his massive stomach moved in and out irregularly quick. He'd recently found a bit of shelter and eaten all the food - that could've supplied five large animals.

"HELP ME I AM DEATH AND DESPAIR."

"Me?" Fluffy asked, looking at the small pomsky and muttering a small 'aww' before introducing himself. "My name is Fluffy Wuffykins, and I am the king of the dome." The obese cat emphasised this with a flick of his tail and small flourish. "Who are you, squirt?" His gaze travelled over to Stanis. "I could ask the same thing to you - and to you!" He shoved a stubby, matted paw in Naoto's direction.

"Strangers! The lot of you! Don't make me beat your names out of you!"

Fluffy growled. "Of course I can walk!" The cat said, jumping off the trashcan (read: flopping over and rising to his feet) and a bit too proudly displaying his ability to do... well, a normal animal function. Unless you were aquatic, of course. "Eat your own words! I am the epitome of a survivor!"

"Chill, puppy-booboo. No squirt? That's fine. I would say nice to meet you guys, but I'm not a liar." He said with a triumphant 'hmmph'. "I'm number 002. That's right. The second person here. I survived through the last round of trials too. You guys are all new bloods!" He said, sitting back on his hind paws and clapping his front ones together - like you saw those fat cats do in videos.

Looking over them, Fluffy narrowed his eyes at... a cat, who was sprawled out, apparently thinking she can't be noticed. "Tush!" He yelled obnoxiously. "I can see your skinny ass from over here! And I've got over 32 physical health problems!"

Fluffy stared at them with completely unamused and bored eyes. "First off, missy," he aimed towards the she cat who had called him cocky, "Tell me to quit it when you're the sole survivor of a project," he snickered. Looking at Nala and Archie, he gave them a mocking smile. "Airchie," he purposely mispronounced.

OOC: I'm actually wheezing. Fluffy x blue otp

Fluffy grumbled. "At least one chica here is kind." He glanced at the small pomsky - how on fucking earth was this guy a fully grown dog - and corrected himself bitterly. "Archie."

"I have no idea," he replied casually to the stranger. His words were almost refreshingly honest. "I'm too fat. Try running into me and giving me a good push, yeah?" He mewed, fat laws and stubby legs wiggling in the air.

/mobile

As soon as Fluffy stepped into the creaky base, the floor broke beneath his fatass and one of his paws fell through.

What a great start!

Managing to roll on his side and wiggle it out, the cat gave a huff before he gave a sniff - yes, that could only be the scent of one thing. The thing that fueled his own, cosmic being, and gave him reason in life - the thing that kept his heart and mine focused.

Food.

"FOUND THE SHELTER!" He mewled out the door, jumping over the hole he had just made - and promptly making another, much to his dismay - before he flopped onto some blankets.

Completely unlike Blue - Fluffy was as cool as a cucumber. Months spent in an every-man-for-himself situation - in a biodome where everyone was out to win, be the survivor and be set free - and his own faith in himself had lead him to be a radiator for confidence of person. Perhaps it was because he was simply an overweight kittypet and had no old, sad life to reminisce on when the Dome was quiet albeit for a few creaks of unsteady houses due to the strong wind.

As Blue crept - Wuffykins slept. It was just another sign of how uncaring the damn fatty was - lying in the middle of an alley, tucked up by a trashcan. He'd escaped because he'd been getting a fucking migraine from all the slack he'd be catching - apparently no one could believe he'd been the sole survivor of the last project. They were just jealous.

Nyxie was honestly dead on how to make a joining thread, and didn't have much muse for this particular starting post for some reason - so the large green dragon was simply sitting patiently at the border, looking rather comical whilst she was at it; a dragon aspect of such large stature, sitting like an obedient dog. She didn't say much, for she knew she wouldn't have to as it would be hard to miss her - and there was no use in wasting breath.

"My name is Ysera. I was hoping to join," The dragon said simply, gently returning his own grin.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=8]Although Alarinne had run away from DarkClan and any sort of familiarity that she had known, for the sole sake of depriving herself of corrupting companionship - she had found herself seeking it again. But the jackalope knew for a fact that going back to the clan that had tormented her mental state for so long was a death sentence, and she wanted to be fully under the radar.

Thus - came JayClan. A small, slow clan that she had heard about from whispers, which had lead Rinne to find it herself. She wasn't sure if this was it, but there was a heavy scent that permeated the area - signalling that yes, there was a border here of some sort - and hopeful, the horned rabbit sat obediently on the border and called out gently. [b]"Hello?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=8]"My name is Alarinne," the albino Jackalope introduced with a tentative smile curling her lips. [b]"I was hoping to join."