Posts by Auroradweller

Auroradweller sat patiently, waiting for someone to notice him and give him a task.

Auroradweller tossed a box filled with Twoleg crafting supplies, including some rather eye-catching cardstock, clay, sequins, string, and a plethora of other samples towards Beatrix. He meowed, "I'll let you answer that."

Spook? Auroradweller wasn't very good at being scary. The last time he tried to scare a kit he ended up crying. Still, a task was a task. Aurora ran off, brainstorming how to be scary.

Be scary... be scary...

Auroradweller had finally realized how he was to be scary as soon as he reached the Scarclan border. He was going to be as scary as he could be, and then his task would be complete! The cat sat at the border, looking around for witnesses. None, the patrol hadn't come yet. Good. The cat curled up as if he were going to nap, and then let his shapeshifting do the magic. The fur on his body fell off as his skin turned brown and gray and took the texture and scent of a rock. It wasn't an actual rock, though, nor did it feel like one, so he hoped nobody would poke him! The skin of his body began to fuse and split until it only seamlessly covered the outside of the ball of fake-rock.

Auroradweller waited just outside the border. He had a plan for when his first victim arrived.

The rock emitted a sound. "Boo." Said the rock at the local Scarclanner.

Another newcomer! The rock giggled and let out another ""frightening"" jump scare. "Boo!" Eventually if he said it enough, the Scarclanners would be scared, right?

Auroradweller sat, listening to the meeting. Perhaps he would get an apprentice, as well? To spend a lot of quality alone time with a young cat to teach him or her or Frisk the ways of the friendly cat.

Auroradweller giggled. "I'm a scary rock. Better watch out. I'll spook you." The "rock" took a moment to pause a beat before trying again. "Boo. Scared?" Evidently not, as one of the other Scarclanners started to throw rocks at him. His flesh was still flesh, and the rocks graced his muscles, leaving some bruises beneath the gray and brown rock-designed skin. "Stop it!" How could the rock be scary when these Scarclanners were being bullies? If the rock had eyes, he would be crying.

Auroradweller wanted to join. Being a model student would surely inspire others to do their best!
He took one of the desks, waiting for the lesson to begin.

Auroradweller had witnessed the entire ant genocide unfold. He scoffed at the two "scientists," meowing, "Big deal, I can do that too."

FUN!

He had only been in the Exiles for a short time, but one thing Auroradweller loved to do was toss around a few creatures like ragdolls. The cat morphed into a giant millipede as he closed in on Southbound, then leaped into the air, turning into a giant mantis and attempted to slam his dactyls into Southbound's shoulders.

"It's funny how you think we care!" Auroradweller noticed the roll, but wasn't to impressed. After all, the follow-up attack was a no brainer, just watch him counteract the obvious close combat, free fall for a bit, and smack him around a bit with his dactyls while he couldn't turn away. Auroradweller prepared his assault in case the wolf was dropped.

Auroradweller could do this! The tomcat looked at his marker, then the whiteboard, then the marker again. He concentrated really hard before remembering that he doesn't have thumbs. What was a good student to do?

Auroradweller's head started to stretch vertically, crunching his skull towards a point at the top as a hole was torn in his forehead and in the back of his head. The cat screamed, "AAAAAHHHH!!!!" His jaw unhinged, split, then diverged to the sides of his neck as his eyes rolled into the back of his triangular head, letting his eyelids seal shut across his lips. With his skin torn, and his fur mangled from the re-positioning, Auroradweller's face became a stamp, which he slammed onto the paper. When he lifted his head, the paper, soaked in the crimson blood ink, stuck on his face for a moment before falling off and in a dainty motion fell about the air, fluttered for a bit, then landed on the ground beside his desk.

And that was the sound an 'A' makes.

Auroradweller saw the prisoner and recognized him, a dog that got angry because the Exilers didn't hold back in a fight. The cat morphed some hair on his flank into a long, slender Twoleg arm and pointed it at Southbound before meowing, "Ha ha."

The tomcat stalked the she-cat on a mission, watching her. He was just waiting for her to trip before he would jump out. Where would the first strike be? Oh, Auroradweller could just imagine the fun he'd have with her...

A voice called out to the two. "Yes, this cave is beautiful. You may stay here, because for both of you, this will be your tomb." The tracker had used the obvious scent of Kittypet to hopefully find others when she, useless as she was, would try to find someone to teach her how not to starve on the side of the Thunderpath. A two-for-one, and only one of them posed any real threat...

Auroradweller stood at the foyer of the cave, crouched, ready to slaughter the first cat that tried to escape.

"Why worry about them? I'm sure his parents are fine. After all, you're the ones in danger." An orange tabby cat sat on a nearby fence, with his eyes locked firmly on the group and a wicked grin gracing his face. Was it dinner time?

"Getting smacked." Auroradweller walked over to Bonnie after hearing her rhetorical question, using his new hand to aim a downward slap through the iron bars onto Bonnie's head. Ha ha ha. I love being evil, he thought as he attacked.

Auroradweller popped into a desk. He could do this! He could spell! He could do the arts! He was going to be a scholar!

The tomcat rose to the challenge, by morphing his tongue into a fray of tentacles. The tomcat used them to slap the desk where all of the colors were, absorbing the not-so-tasty colors into each tentacle. He meowed, after making a huge mess. The cat, with a repulsed expression across his face, vomited two of the colors beside his desk, creating an ink splattering of orange and purple. In the middle was a blend of the two colors. "Okay, I made mage-net-ta." the tomcat meowed proudly.

Auroradweller smiled. She's nervous. Good. The time to strike would be soon, but she still had a ways to go before she became so overwhelmed with panic that she would be as vulnerable as he liked. The tomcat followed Krait some more.