Posts by Auroradweller

The tomcat's muscles tensed, as his smile puckered slightly. He did not yet rasp, although his tongue did start to pound the side of his cheeks. Choking back a laugh, the impulsive warrior had what he thought was a brilliant idea, and played the kiss straight. However, the moment that Frisk's face was within "impact range," Auroradweller dove in for the dirty deed, landing his lips upon the dog's. As soon as his mouth impacted Frisk's, the tomcat used his shapeshifting powers and split his cheeks open to extend his lips, allowing eight tentacle-like tongues to dart out of his mouth to the side and attempt to quickly wrap around Frisk's head.

Auroradweller didn't normally wonder out in the camp during the day, but today must have been very special, for he arrived just in time to be able to get some work around the clan. He meowed, "Task me, and please make it something challenging."

Auroradweller's curiosity peaked. Evil spirits? What if an exorcist was needed. Despite not feeling welcome at all in any gathering, the tomcat slipped towards Mikleo and meowed, "Welcome to Stormclan, Mikleo!"

Auroradweller laughed too, although he didn't quite remember introducing himself. Oh well, as long as that was out of the way, might as well roll with it. The cat gathered his "tongues" together into one mess, then flung his head to the side, letting the inertia toss the appendage into the air for a bit before his mouth returned to normal size. Tossing his head the other way, they converged into one steadily diminishing organ until it finally was nothing more than a subtle rasp. Auroradweller meowed,"Kiss? Not suck someone's face off? You speak as if there's a difference when either are done right." The tomcat sat down, chuckling, "Although we never did actually kiss, I suppose that will do for my turn."

Auroradweller hadn't talked much with his clanmates ever since he arrived in Stormclan. Arrived might not be a fitting word for it... but this was a time for meeting his clanmates in what little time the night had allowed him. Standing beneath the moon, basking in the fresh scent of some nearby grass, the tomcat called out, "Hello! Meet and greet! I am friendly. I promise."

Auroradweller meowed, "The name's Auroradweller, and it's a pleasure to meet you, little fella!" The tomcat bent down to the apprentice to smile at him before noticing Frisk. He meowed cheerfully, before sticking his paw out slightly towards Frisk "Hello, clanmate! I don't believe we're met before! The name's Auroradweller. Howdyado?"

Auroradweller laughed. "Ha! Why not? Why not Tony! I get it! Ha ha ha! So many friendly cats!" Auroradweller's eyes closed as the tomcat smiled, so very happy to be surrounded by so many friendly Stormclanners.

Auroradweller started to like this game. "Oh boy, oh boy, I get to kiss somebody again! This game is fun! We should play more often!" As he meowed, the cat sat on his rump with his front two paws in the air, bouncing with joy. Come time for his turn, the cat(?) reached for the bottle with one of his paws, now transformed into a long scythe-like appendage and whacked it from the back. The cat sat, bouncing with anticipation while covering his muzzle with the morphed appendage for the bottle to stop on the next grand prize winner to post!

Auroradweller's eyebrows raised playfully as he waved the mask away from his muzzle, where only a solid lump of flesh and fur remained. The cat shrugged. Who would have known where the mouth was now? Auroradweller felt like such a rascal!

//OH YEAH ONYX, LET'S GET IT ON!

Nighttime.

The passing of it in the underground cave could only be known by the activity of cats dying down as creatures from all over Skyclan returned to their nests to turn in for the night. Such was peaceful, such was life.

Normally, as soon as a certain Skyclanner would rest his head, however, Auroradweller would manifest from the organic compounds of rotting carrion in Stormclan, living among the clan with no memory of how he came into being. Tonight, the spirit didn't wonder too far before his body erupted from the charred corpses of several rats, torn and burned by flaming metal claws.

Auroradweller opened his eyes, thankful to be awake. Looking for something to do, the tomcat began to explore the ruins for any sort of life. To his surprise, the only skittering were that of prey.
What a shame, it was, but at least he had a chance to practice hunting.

Auroradweller's fangs sank into the soft neck of a vole, killing the creature. He let it dangle within his mouth for a moment, not quite sure what to do with it. After all, it wasn't as if he was ever hungry.

"Okoy." Auroradweller's lips had drastically shrunken in size, as what was on his face was now only a small hole that was opening and closing only in a minuscule amount. He added, "Kif dah wotta mof!" (Kiss the little mouth!)

Auroradweller recognized Spidersilk from a game the other day. He meowed, happy to see a familiar face, "Hi Spidersilk! Golly, your fur is so pluff and clean. I wish my skeleton was that clean!"

Auroradweller sat as the feline lips bumped his little hole. The tomcat sat, after Fawnpelt inevitably pulled away, smiling with his teeny-tiny mouth. "Okoy. Yo ton"

Auroradweller was happy for the little corgi, although somebody able to see into the one place where he could be alone wasn't exactly what the tomcat had in mind for a good time. He sat from afar, watching, letting out a cry of "Congratulations!"

Auroradweller's face started to stretch out horizontally, wrapping around the bottle in a thin, fleshy pulp. He meowed, from what could only be called a crease in the material, "All signs point to me again!"

The taffy kitty started to take his towering mess of a head and leaned forward to kiss Fawnpelt again, before letting out a sarcastically distressed cry, "Oh no it's time!" Without a moment of pause, the tomcat's towering form started to lean over and crumble, causing a large mess of rotting, dead flesh from which it was assembled to fall towards Fawnpelt and her puckered lips.

Alas, Auroradweller did not hear any of them, for his body was goo, and his spirit moving on to settle for the day. As he left, he thought about how good he was at that game and how despite not liking crowds too much should spend more wholesome time with his clanmates.

Auroradweller smiled even wider and meowed, "Hiiiiii! October! I remember your face, but I've never heard your name. Pleasure to meet you!" The tomcat noted the hollow tone in the fox's voice. He meowed, a bit soft in his tone and with sad eyes, "Did I do something wrong? Do I need to be more polite with my greetings? I'm sorry!"

Auroradweller frowned. It was odd, as without some way to give himself form he'd be noting but a blob. That would be like not being sensitive with walking which, come to think of, was possible. Auroradweller meowed, "Sorry!"

Auroradweller dropped the vole, which he barely had chewed on at all. Someone wasn't too happy with him not eating a vole? Did this stranger think that she was going to catch it before Auroradweller did? The warrior meowed, quite confused, "'Our territory?' Is this not Stormclan?"