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  • LUNARCLAN PLOT & CHAT THREAD

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    [justify][size=8]a'ight so dave disappeared and he's just going to appear in prospit like
    yo
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  • HAPPY LITTLE PILL ★ OPEN, JOINING

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Dave vanished and was never seen again.


    Pretty fucking accurate, if he said so himself, to be fair. Dave had indeed vanished and had not been seen again. The truth of it was that he didn't actually know what had happened to him, but that there was a long absence in his memory that was fuzzed over and filled with screams whenever he tried to recall anything between his last moments in the sight of others and the present day.


    To be exact, the present day was the day after Christmas, 2015, and Dave was now a cat.


    His head was rather fuzzy, actually, and his eyes were bare; the feline stretched out his paws a little incredulously and wiggled his little toes, staring rather unexpectedly at the limbs. I mean, he'd gone through some weird shit in his life, but turning into a cat was completely and undoubtedly the strangest occurrence to happen to him. All the same, he'd make the best of it, even if he didn't have his glasses.


    The pale feline sat up, touching a paw to his head, and found that the movements in this body were not as jaunty and jerky as he'd expected. He inhaled shakily, and found that holy shit, he could smell a ton more than he'd been able to before. Experimentally, he sniffed his own limb, and then jerked back at the odd, animalistic, earthy scent that met him. Oh, well, alright.


    He extended his neck, then, sniffing at the ground, and he jerked back his head a moment later, wrinkling his nose. " Oh my fucking god, " he murmured, ears twitching. " Hello? "
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Ghostp- sure looked rather broken up about him, all of a sudden; the male had approached optimistically, at first, and Dave had glanced up, really to greet back, feeling very odd when he saw a face without the haze of sunglasses, and even odder when the face was feline, and when it spoke, he understood it.


    For a moment, Dave shifted, and cleared his throat. " Hey, man- "


    ' D ... D ... D- Dave Strider? '


    It took him a moment, and then he immediately wondered why it had taken him so long, because the glasses and the outfit were familiar. He'd just assumed that perhaps cats wore clothes and shit out here, but this feline was a little too memorable for it to just be a random cat. " John? " it was more of a question, because he was still a little confused considering he was a cat, and a pretty fucking short cat at that.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]So long since he'd heard it? Dave cocked his head and thought for a moment, then realised that John had started to introduce himself with a different moniker. He'd changed his name? How? Why? He would have pondered this further, but (and although he'd never admit it) he was getting a bit teary eyed. He clenched his jaws and tried not to cry like John was, but it was pretty hard.


    " Yeah, yeah- hey, what? What are you called now? "


    See? The glasses had always hid evidence of his tears, and now he had none. He rubbed at one eye just as John mentioned them, and he nodded. " If it wasn't for yours, I'd probably not have recognised you. " the mood changed quickly, though, and Dave slowly began to knead the earth with his paws, already an odd instinct that had begun to build up. His feline attitude was kicking in, it seemed.


    " I don't fucking know, man. I can't remember much. I think I can remember running, but- nah, I don't know. " he shook his head, shrugging a little pathetically. At the mention of their Karkat, he blinked a little awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head. " Nah, I don't. I don't remember much, like I said. Shit, I ... " he shrugged ineffectually again, fidgeting a little.


    " I must've died, anyway. Shit, my head still hurts from it. Reckon I whacked it. "


    He stared at John for a second, noticing, finally, that the darker-hued feline was taller. " Shit. " he muttered, frowning.
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  • she tells me {open, gifts and invite}

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]" Hey, man. " he still felt a little awkward without his glasses, and as a cat, but he was coping, he guessed. Rubbing at his cheek as he came to a halt, the apprentice studied the Panseiler, wondering just exactly what he was, before glancing over with crimson eyes at the gift baskets. " Thanks for the gifts. What've you got? " in all honest, he didn't seem too bothered about the invite, but perhaps that'd change when the offer was made - whatever it was.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Well, he supposed that was one way. " 'paw, huh? Is that a custom here? Fuck, do I have to become some 'paw, too? " he mused thoughtfully for a moment, before clearing his throat and trying to adopt a nonchalant expression, one that failed time and time again because he was a fucking cat, and this was his fucking best bro, and everything was alright.


    " You can see properly? I guess being a cat's good for some shit, " Dave - or was it Turnpaw, now? - tried for a weak joke, but it all sort of slipped away as John- Ghostypaw continued, and he stared. " No, I- fuck, I don't know what happened at all, John. " still John, then. Still John to him. And not any other John- his John. " Like I said, a lot's pretty fucking fuzzy. Maybe- tell me later, yeah? "


    He stared at his feet dimly, then. They lost, but they tried their best. " Yeah, I guess we did. " he said, voice cracking, but he could hear footsteps, and he did his best to compose himself as he glanced up. Knightpaw? Looked like John had a band of merry misfits with him, or something. They didn't seem pretty nomadic, though, and his cat-senses were tingling, telling him that the weird smell that lingered here were scent markers. A territory.


    " Hey, " he greeted Knightpaw, shrugging again. Was that going to be a habit, now? He was about to introduce himself, but then he realised he didn't know what to introduce himself with. He sort of wanted Dave to be a name for John, and seeing as John was Ghostypaw, then he was-


    Oh, John was speaking to him, now, so he nodded. " I'm Turnpaw. "


    Now he'd said it, he was bound by it, he supposed. Amaterasu's approach granted him a little more confidence, and he blinked crimson eyes at her, still a little self-conscious about the lack of shades. " Hey, man, I'm Turnpaw. " and he could introduce himself, thank you very much.


    He let John continue speaking, and then he nodded his head, though he said nothing, for he had nothing to add, really.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Godtier was something he'd not heard in a while; he looked curiously at Amaterasu, then relaxed a little as she introduced herself. " Thanks, " he decided to remark, still a little awkward about being a cat. It was strange, and as he glanced back at his paws, he realised he'd been picking at the ground with his claws, and dirt had snagged in his talons. He shook the clumps out and tried to work out how to sheathe them; a few moments of ignoring them solved that, and they retreated into their houses without him even knowing.


    The newly christened Turnpaw glanced back at John then, smiling with a little less falseness than usual, before it slipped away. Worse case scenario? Was everyone-? But surely if they could turn into cats, then ... I mean, he could hope, but ... He glanced at his paws and nodded. " Yeah, yeah ... Okay. Whenever you want, man. " he decided to say.


    He then glanced back up at the remark on Godtier again, as well as the slip-up on his name, and the smile returned a little. " Welcome to Godtierhood, then, John. Feels sick, doesn't it? " still, he ... didn't know how to do anything at the moment, considering he was, you know, a cat. He felt a little out of it, if he was honest.


    At the cat pun, though, he audibly groaned, shaking his head. " Fuck, man, did you just-? No. No. I'm not talking to you any more. "
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Even as John rambled, he kept his expression stony and unmoving, jaws clamped shut in his vow to never speak to him again. Some things were forgivable, but that pun was not one of those things. Murder? Yes. That pun? No. It was an odd code, but it was his code, and fuck him if he didn't abide by it.


    ' Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Please talk to me Dave. '


    It never took long, did it? Dave slowly let those pupils of his slide across a crimson sea to meet John, and he tipped his head to one side. " You're getting soft, Egbert. " he pointed out, practically crowing the words. " That was only nine seconds of silence. " and as he'd won a little game, he wasn't about to let that go.


    He squinted, though, at the remark on his eyes. He'd hidden them for a reason, actually, and this comment wasn't exactly what he needed. Pretty? Made him sound like a fucking girl. I mean, sure, he wasn't manly manly, oozing testosterone everywhere, but pretty? Then again, he'd not seen his cat eyes. He gingerly lifted a paw to one eye and found eyelashes — wait, cats had eyelashes? What? — that were far longer in comparison to his body than his human ones had been, and even longer than them anyway. Effeminate. Delicate. Pretty. " Well, they're the prettiest eyes you're ever going to see, John. I would've gone for cool-as-fuck, or badass, or awesome, or hella rad, though. "
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