Posts by Moriarty R.X.

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  • RING THE BELLS ;; BIRTHING & CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

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    Moriarty felt cold, that was the first thing he noticed. He felt a head nudge against him but all there was in the air was cold. It made him shiver slightly, let out a tiny whimper. The shiver helped get his temperature up just enough that he wasn't going to have ice crystals form.
    It was cold, cold was what he was born into. The murmuring of someone, his mother maybe. Other voices cooing over the litter like a bunch of animals in a zoo. Another whimper, stronger. As Mori rolled a bit away and tried to shake out his small head and smaller tail.
    Life was weird.
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  • UNDER MY ARMS | o, leaving

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    Clearly Mori was the only one who had no idea who this was, he was still bouncing with a weird thrill of sorts. Everyone else seemed to be wishing him luck, or visits, stuff like that. And honestly the tiny marble tabby would just trot up beside his mother and grin.
    "Bye, bye." What you would imagine to be a kitten sounding cute when he did it wasn't at all what occurred, the words sounded harsh somehow. Like Moriarty was frustrated with how long everyone in this clans dragged the experience out.
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  • you don't have to be there, babe || open, aNGER

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    Mori was sad for the dude, really and truly. But ripping up flowers, geez man, what did the flowers ever do to him. Nonetheless, the small tabby cat was smiling. Only a half smile, a single side of his mouth curved up to show a flash of teeth and fang. They were mostly milk teeth was the funniest part, so much for looking cool.
    "Someone should get a broom." A small laugh, gritty yet still belonging to a child. Hey, he couldn't control how he sounded. If Moriarty could though, oh boy he'd sound like a king.
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  • never ending circles / open, joiner

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    Crabtastic was literally the funniest thing to the small kitten, a small laugh (more like loud and obnoxious) would break his smile. Making him appear as if he was insane, he wasn't really, just easily entertained.
    "I'm Moriarty!" He liked his name, it was very crabtastic.
    Another laugh.
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  • HON HON BAGUETTE + open, jacques needed

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    Mori stalked like a creep, tiny smirk on his face. He had no clue was romance was, or why that chick had a bundle of leaves and flowers in her paws. But it was weird, that was for damn sure. They entire scenario was weird.
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  • CANNONS [ open - capture the flag ] IN THE NIGHT

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    Competition. Yes, this was what Moriarty looked forward to. He was sure it wouldn't be a blood and sweat kind of a game, but there would be some struggle. And he didn't play for fun, this little dude would play to win.
    "I'm in!" He'd walk, no, skip over. Short tail bouncing, and eyes glistening with excitement. The small make was 100% ready for this. His entire life had prepared for this moment, capture the flag within his own clan. Yes, this was his purpose in life.
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  • DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION | MEETING

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    Mori hated not knowing people, in fact, he didn't even know who the fuck was leading this clan. But hey, at least he attended the meeting with a perky attitude, all smiley and cheery as he listened intently.
    Nothing very interesting to him, but at least he was trying to be respectful.
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  • ashes to ashes [ open + gifts ]

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    Gifts? That was pretty cool actually, getting free stuff just for being allies. Moriarty wondered for a moment if that was how friendship worked too, he would have to start utilizing that if so. Mm, just pretend to be nice and get something like cookies, that'd be great.
    "Yeah, thanks." Coming over to the basket, he'd peer inside and let a tiny smile curve his mouth. Yup, this was definitely a cool setup.
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  • dope // m&g

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    Moriarty was born into the world cold, his fur had orickled even though it had still been damp. Then when he was launched out of his den, he was also cold, not used to outside weather. And at the moment, he was definitely cold. Puffing his chest out and sighing, he was unbelievably bored out of his mind. Usually something exciting was going on like a joinee or meeting, but right now there was nothing.
    Letting out a groan, he'd suddenly do a sort of sit-up to be resting on his haunches.
    "Meet and greet?" Mori wasn't sure how to call people together, all the minx knew was he wanted to socialize, or have something funny happen. Both were cool too.
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  • burnt rice // glitter / o

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    Mischief was his middle name, well technically the kitten didn't have a middle name. But metaphorically, mostly for the fact he managed to already be doing something that probably wasn't the worst of behavior. His sense of humour was weird, that much was obvious.
    Jumping on top of his home den, he'd uncap the cub by his side. Apparently filled to the brim with glue, nothing too strong like gorilla glue, it looked like the kind one would use in kindergarten. Sticking his paint brush into it and slowly covering (most) of the den in the white paste, he'd jump down.
    Moriarty simply looked at his work for a minute, then he took the bucket of bright hot pink glitter and tossed it. Ah his work looked great.
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  • DO YOUR PART TO SAVE THE SCENE ; WEEKLY TASKS 03.13.16

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    "Me next!" He was a bit late to the party, but he was set on doing something cool today. It was most certainly his given job and duty to his clan, yup yup, Mori's job was doi cool stuff so people would think - no, know - how awesome he was. "Gimme something really good!" Moriarty was actually talking hard rather then good, the harder to pull off the cooler it was in the long run.
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  • burnt rice // glitter / o

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    Nodding along with her statement, he'd continue to watch the ever shimmering den of glitter and glue. Moriarty was certainly proud of his work.
    "Well at first I was gonna dump the glue on someone then throw the glitter on them," a bit of an odd thought, "but then I got ahold of the glitter and was like 'wow this is a cool color' and then I wanted to put it on myself but that wouldn't last as long so I did it on my house!" Well, certainly a lot of words for such a small little man, but it was still not very explanatory considering the original idea seemed to just pop from space into his brain.
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  • i walk a ( open ; m&g + q&a ) lonely road

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    "Why is your name so long?" His voice was the first to chirp up it seemed, as he walked over full of swagger and coolness (more like lameness and overconfidence). The marble tabby seemed actually certain that was a normal and good question to ask, even in all of it weird random qualities. Maybe there was a cool story behind it though! Probably not.
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  • burnt rice // glitter / o

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    Twisting around to look at his mom, he'd suddenly perk up. Jumping up on all fours he'd run over, pointing to the den as if she couldn't already see the bright pink monster.
    "Mom, mom, mmom, do you like it??" Even if she didn't, it would probably break his heart to hear it. Rip Moriarty.
    His dark brown ears would twitch expectantly, stub of a tail flicking to and fro. It was a sight, made him look like a cat-like-puppy, tail wagging and all.
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  • u know that ur toxic // p / hercule

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    From dumping the glitter on his den, he was still picking out the tiny shrapnels of pink and shiny from his glorious shiny pelt. At the moment they weren't visible, but under his slicked back fur, he knew they were there. And it bugged the hell out of him.
    Currently, he wasn't doing anything very exciting. Playing with his food, a live field mouse squeaking furiously as he batted in in between his paws like a hockey puck. The beast seemed to get progressively more and more afraid, until Moriarty finally killed it off with a swift bite. Even compared to the small kitten, the mouse was minuscule. No achievement on the male's part.
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  • dope // m&g

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    Gasping out as if he was in pain, the male would fall to the ground in a dramatic manner.
    "I've been shot!" A playful obvious smile was on his face eyes glittering up at his mom, paws up in the air with his back against the ground. It was an interesting look for him, not innocent but certainly childish.
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