Posts by Cumberbatch

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]TEXT HERE BBY[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]*track with third character*[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]you know you want one[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]tracky for now[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]The outside world was cold, but there was a warmth and milky scent coming from just in front of him. The unnamed hybrid held the pelt pattern of a border collie, and his physical features were mixed with those of a feline's and those of a candid's. He let out a soft squeak, signifying that yes, he was breathing, he wasn't stillborn. The unnamed newborn squirmed, trying to get closer to that milky scent that would fill his belly, and was assisted by his mother's tail. Content, the male started suckling the milk that would bring him life as he depended on his mother for care. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Cumberkit was quite shy. He didn't like socializing much, and preferred to be tucked away in the depths of the nursery gently batting around a small bit of moss or trying to see how high he could jump when he was alone. But he was three months old, halfway to apprenticeship, shouldn't be know more people? But what if he messed up and embarrassed himself? What if he tripped over his own paws and everybody saw? Cumberkit chewed on the inside of his cheek with worry, but decided that in the long run meeting new people would be worth it. The black and white collie-patterned kitten sat down just outside the nursery, tail wrapped around his paws. The familiar den was there as a retreat if needed, though the young hybrid wasn't aware that he had done so. "Meet and greet?" he called out shyly, wondering for a moment of anyone had even heard him. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]The young male felt somewhat intimidated by the two quick appearances, but his mother sitting by his side comforted him. Cumberkit pressed gently into Blazeheart's side, breathing I. Her familiar scent. "I'm Cumberkit, nice to meet you two." he replied back, gaze switching back and forth between the creamy female and the trench coat wearing male. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]The familiar pelt of Larkbeat came forwards, and he felt more relaxed. Even if there were new people, there were also people he knew. People who were his family. She seemed to always be around, but at least Cumberkit had someone by his side. He much preferred to be shown around or explore with someone than to have to explore by himself. "Hi Larkbeat." the bicolored hybrid said sheepishly. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Cumberkit decided that his mother was there, so it couldn't be too bad. The shy kitten came up besides Blazeheart, and offers a small, slightly awkward smile before saying "I'm Cumberkit." who knows, maybe Larkbeat or Dave would show up. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Cumberkit was, strangely, Benedict's full brother yet a different species. They hadn't been too acquainted yet, maybe he could take this time to meet his bigger brother. Maybe some other people as well. He looked up, and the stars were beautiful, but feeling slightly dizzy for some reason looking up at the tall stuff, Cumberkit focused his gaze back to his paws and went over to the dogon he knew a little. "Hello."[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]/not sad development yay

Cumberkit had always been shy, worried that he would mess up. How he made sure he didn't embarrass himself was pretty much not socializing or showin his face much, but as time went on that would change and he would appear out of the nursery more and more.

Today, the hybrid kitten was coming out of the closestnursery a bit more than usual. There was a small bit of moss leftover from a previous game of mossball earlier that morning. Cumberkit's eyes locked onto it with curiosity, and he crouched down almost playfully, taking a couple various steps towards it. It was miss, he slept on it, sometimes he saw other kits playing with some of it. He reached a paw out a batted it, feeling strangely delighted as it bounced a mouse length away. Cumberkit felt a joy rise in him, and he leapt at it again, a smile coming across his face. No wonder why the others loved playing with it! This time the bicolored male batted at the bit of moss again, this time harder, lettin out a squeal of delight as it went farther. So Cumberkit, blissfully unaware that he was batting the bit of moss around in front of the whole camp, continued hitting the bit of moss around with joy. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]A voice raised Cumberkit from his playing, and the kid came to a skidding halt, the moss landing a few mouse lengths away from him. Who was this? Oh right it was Moonpaw, mamas apprentice. "Hello Moonpaw." he greeted, his normal worries leavin him as excitement glittered in the hybrid's eyes. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Cumberkit had been recently getting over some of his worries and been exploring outside the nursery more and more. Today, the bicolored kitten saw a peculiar sight to one who hasn't seen on before-a butterfly. The hybrid went over, tilting his head slightly in curiousity. What was it? It was so beautiful! Even if he couldn't see all the colors a twoleg could, Cumberkit still thought it was amazing. He let out a breath, gently stirring its wings and causing it to starry to fly away. "Wait! No wait come back!" Cumberkit called out, reaching out a paw and trying to swipe at the butterfly to maybe catch it so it could come back. No![/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Cumberkit saw a huge form crash into the butterfly and quickly freeze, and he looked at the ex-leader with wide eyes. What was he doing? And he was huge! then, Danse slowly bent down to his level, and his wife, curious eyes continued. He focused his gaze on the butterfly, tilting his head curiously. The hybrid took a step closer to the butterfly perched on the other's nose, his face awestruck. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Cumberkit had been timid, and always would be. He heard the call for a moss ball game and his ears flicked upwards with curiousity, but the male hesitated. What if he was unwelcome? What if he messed up? What if he didn't play right? For now, the hybrid stuck to the sidelines, watching curiously. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Even if he had started getting over some of his nervousness, the male was still a timid and shy person overall. Cumberkit would rather watch or listen to a conversation instead of jumping in, which was what he was doing now. The flow of the chat seemed so foreign, how did they do it? How did they keep up a conversation without random lulls or always pauses? The hybrid blinked with confusion, his brain trying to work together how it worked. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]i need to get active with him so this is the perfect way to do so~
Take Cumberkit? Also is it possible that Viv accidentally dropped him or something so he hit his head hard enough to give him amnesia?[/fancypost]

Yep intentionally works well too! If he retained his memories he likely would try and find a way back to StormClan :^)

I'm good with putting them all in one thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ CUMBERKIT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- THREE MONTHS -- CHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Cumberkit himself had lost his memory, if he had retained it he would of tried to go back to StormClan. The hybrid didn't know much, and a fear rose up in his throat. He couldn't remember anything. Who were they? Where were they? He knew his name and basic information like walking and eating, but other than that wasn't sure. Cumberkit had kept quiet most of the journey, occasionally letting out a whimper. Ok, Cartel. He would be safe here? That sounded good. Instead of being curious and poking out of the basket, he slunk back into its depths and wanted to stay where he was, pressing against the side for some form of comfort. [/fancypost]