Posts by mycroft

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]Lonely, he was alone. It was pretty clear to him that he was meant to be alone, everyone he tried to actually trust either backstabbed him or vanished into thin air. As much as Mycroft told himself that he was destined to be alone, that being around others was a danger he couldn't put himself in, somehow he had found his way to the border of The Exiles. An anticlan, of all places, after growing up in Blizzardclan and then leaving the cold clan, people wouldn't have expected him to be here. That was what he wanted, people to not know where he went. It was easier to bury the past, shake it off instead of dwell on it like people did. Those kinds of people, well, they were all messes.

Licking his lips with his pink tongue, Mycroft would curl his tail along his paws as he breathed out. The scent of The Exiles wasn't one he was very fond of, but hopefully he'd forget about that soon enough. Watching a robin pick at the ground, the feline decided that she was feeding her family, but judging by the wariness of the animal, one of the chicks had died off to a predator earlier in the day. Prey instincts were too easy for the male to work out, and so he had grown bored fairly quickly. His cool blue gaze drifted to the sky as he waited for someone to show. Judging by the amount of time he had been waiting here, he opted to think that someone would be here momentarily.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]See, he had been correct. Within the minute at least two animals had showed up, and then three more poured in steadily. They watched him with reserved but curious eyes, and then one with a warm smile, which had caught him off guard for a moment. Flicking his ears towards where the robin he had been watching vanished into the trees, the tall brown tabby would let out a loose sigh.

"You assume correctly," the male would nod his head curtly as his gaze traveled to land on Serendibite again. She had the looks of a tragic past, one that Mycroft carried with him often. A lost lover perhaps, but he couldn't bother to be sure. Flicking his tail tip, the tabby would walk forwards through the crowd and into the territory. "The name is Mycroft Holmes by the way, but Mycroft does just fine."

[SCREAMS BACK AAAAA MORI<33!!! I'M GOOD HOW'RE YOU LOVE???]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]Boredom, god he was bored. The Exiles, they were so predictable. The act now and think later kind of people, and god those people bored him. Arriving on the border of Windclan, Mycroft inhaled deeply. Somewhere, his brother was in this clan with his dainty boyfriend hobbling at his side.

Watching a raven fly overhead, My would tilt his head back and the tall brown tabby would flick his triangle ears. Judging by the circling of the raven, there was a corpse nearby, but Mycroft didn't feel like looking too much into it. Parting his jaws, Mycroft would run his paw over his cheek and it would rest on his maw for a moment before touching the Earth again.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]Ah, it seemed that two females were the first to arrive. Mycroft's blue eyes would drift over the females and he'd pick up on a few things, but nothing he really wanted to start a chat about. It seemed that Willowpaw would beat him to the punch anyways because she had asked if she could help him. Before he could respond though, the arrival of John would catch Mycroft's attention and he'd perk up a little bit.

"Hello Mycroft. Joining, I presume?"

Ah, he was correct. Perhaps hanging around, and quite possibly banging, his brother had done John some good and he was getting a bit sharper. Opening his maw, Mycroft would reply. "Ah yes, that was the plan. How's your boyfriend doing?" By 'your boyfriend', My really meant his brother Sherlock, who had just turned up as well. Looking at Sherlock with cold blue eyes, the brown tabby would offer him an emotionless smile. "Well isn't this a charming reunion," he would muse with a fair amount of sarcasm dripping off of his words. The only thing that would really change his attitude was the return of his former lover enemy, Moriarty. Ah well, Moriarty was long gone and the thought stung Mycroft briefly before he focused his gaze back on Sherlock.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]slamdunks this boy here
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]"I highly suggest you do no such thing,"

The comment came from Mycroft as he padded up, his striking blue eyes were cold as he shot Darth Vader a rather angry look. He was late to the show, it seemed, but he was in time to see who it was. Back in Blizzardclan, Mycroft had seen this thing happen before, and he had tried to calm Moriarty down during that time. Looking back on it, he wasn't sure if he had been successful, it seemingly had been erased from his memory, marked as something unimportant and destroyed. Yet here he was in a similar predicament and he didn't know what to do. Hell, he didn't even know one hundred percent if this was Moriarty, but on the same paw he did know it was him. Padding closer to Moriarty, Mycroft would swallow. "His name is Moriarty," the male would speak softer than usual as he got lost in his own thoughts. "Even I'm unsure what to do."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;](ง°ل͜°)ง let's fight dear newphew

ah yes hello, I'm satire, call me whatever you can think of!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]"How do you know him, Mycroft?"

Ah, damn how was he supposed to describe the relationship the pair had shared? Acquaintances? Lord no, they had been so much more. Lovers? No, not quite. Friends? Well, he didn't have friends, he was alone, always had been. It was just so much safer. Swallowing, the tall tabby would peer at Moriarty's shorter body. He was still the same as he had been all that time ago.

"We grew up in Blizzardclan together before we departed ways," it was the easiest and most truthful way he could word it. Flicking his tail tip slightly against the air, the tom would look to Padmé quickly with cool blue eyes.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]Looking to Padmé with cool blue eyes, the tom would nod his head with a less bitchy look that was often aimed at his brother, it was the closest anyone would get to a smile for a while.

"Thank you," he would muse with a flick of his ears before he heard his brother's response. A rather curious and bemused look would cross his face as he watched John's reaction. Watching him walk away whilst yelling and a small tilt of his head would be Mycroft's only movement for a moment. "He seems to be taking the announcement well. Did you even discuss it with him?" Mycroft sighed before continuing, "I do suppose socialization and relationships were never your strong suit Sherlock."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;] ( ͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉)
I smell food
( ͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉)
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]There seemed to be tension everywhere around here, sexual tension between John and Sherlock, brotherly tension between Mycroft and Sherlock, and the tension of not knowing what to do from all the others who had showed up. Flicking his gaze from Sherlock to John's vanishing for and then back to Sherlock, Mycroft would part his jaws to speak again.

"Ah, at least I know where my relationships stand, dear brother." The tall brown tabby would reply back not missing a beat. Nodding his head as Sherlock dismissed himself, Mycroft would flick his tail tip as he stood up as well. "I imagine I'll be seeing you soon," he'd respond back with a small yawn as he moved towards the opposite direction of where Sherlock had started going.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]A walk. That's all Mycroft had wanted, just a simple walk to clear his head from the busy activity resonating from the clan. Sure he was a genius, but too much going on would overwhelm the male and so he simply wished to vanish from it for a bit. The tall tabby had been enjoying his walk when he was ambushed by his boyfriend problematic favourite, Moriarty. Imagine his surprise as he was 'attacked'. The tom rolled because he wasn't sure what he should be doing. Was he supposed to attack back, what if it wasn't a serious attack? Breathing out, Mycroft would inhale the scent of Moriarty and surprise would light up his cool blue eyes.

"Your aiming is getting better, perhaps some things do change," the tom would rumble as he flicked his ears as remained laying down for a minute to peer up at Moriarty. So it seemed his friend had tracked him down, or he had tracked someone and that someone had been him. My would part his jaws slightly as he slowly brought himself back up to his paws.

//bea you stalker
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]Rolling his eyes as he padded up, Mycroft would take a seat next to Moriarty although there was about ten or so inches between the pair. Looking Mori over, Mycroft would hold back a smart remark as John took over his attention. Ah, so it was Sherlock's little boytoy who had called this event. Wonderful.

"I'm sure this will go great.." The tom would murmur to no one in particular as he watched eager looking animals settle in a rather misshapen circle. Was this what common people did to pass the time? Play silly games with eachother. God it must be so boring in their heads. Flicking his tail tip, the rather cold tom would wrap his tail around his paws without another word.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]// sobs because this is so late forgive me I was painting my new room and moving into it

Indeed it would be an awkward position to be in had anyone saw it, and Mycroft was slightly surprised when he found himself honestly not minding it. Blinking his eyes, the tall tabby would run a paw down his chest to flatten any fur that was sticking up. As Moriarty spoke, Mycroft found a smart remark already flying off of his lips.

"Of course, but really all you had to do was ask, Moriarty," the brown tabby would flick his tail tip against the grass as he wore a small smirk. Part of it was true, but that was mainly because Mymy was gay as fuck, totally not because he had some form of feelings for Moriarty. No of course not. Parting his jaws, a small yawn would escape his maw as he registered Mori's next words.

String bean? Ah yes, 'string bean pete' if he remembered correctly originated from their shared Blizzardclan days. Yet again another smark remark was on his lips, eager to make an appearance. "And I see you haven't grown at all, what a shame," the male would muse with his approving smirk clad on his maw. It was nice to be going back and forth with someone, even if that someone was Moriarty.
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the new trailer made me bring this boy back too oml
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]yessssssssss we do
they need a thread
who makes the thread
also, john should drag Myc to Shadowclan bc he doesn't have a clan
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