Posts by cosmiccurse

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmicpaw, or more commonly known as Cosmo, gazed over the territory with caution and hesitance. The Rift, right? The eleven-month-old wasn't sure if this was a good idea.

But fuck it, right? He needed another group to be in, the loneliness was driving him insane. Literally, not figuratively.

"Err.. Hello?" The calico called out, swishing his tail over the broken dirt. The ground underfoot wasn't very soft or inviting, but it reminded more of home then the sickly sweet-feeling moss would ever.

//Pyre invited me to join so y ea[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]The tom clicked in surprise as a raccoon of all animals approached him; did this place just have a bunch of raccoons? That'd be sort of weird.
"Cosmicpaw, I'm looking to join." The tom said, his voice slightly harsh since he wasn't focusing on keeping it gentle. He noticed his mistake a few seconds afterwards and flicked his ear in embarrassment.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]A party? That seemed a bit excessive. Leaning away from the raccoon, seemingly pushed by her enthusiasm alone, the tom contemplated and shrugged.
"You guys don't have much to celebrate around here, do you?" He said, his words blunt but tone curious.

"And just Cosmo is fine." He added with a shrug. He liked his nickname much more then his actual name, but he was sort of attached to his name so he couldn't even stomach the thought of changing it so frivolously.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]"Yeah, I guess so." He responded with a small shrug. He wasn't exactly used to kindness being thrown around so frivolously, but he'd gone into this knowing that the Rift would be different from the things he knew; though the immediate clash was embarrassing.

"Thank you." He said, trying to force a smile for Fivepaw and not realizing just how forced Fivepaw's niceness was.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]The tom approached, but was careful to keep his distance. He'd been hunting, but also exploring the foreign land at the same time; it was beautiful territory, that was for sure. He was glad that he'd picked a clan with such a lively yet quiet place to roam.

He twitched his ear, surprised that they were related; adoption, maybe? It was hard to think that a raccoon could produce a feline.

//damn son look at all these old Hawthorns
//Welcome back! I just rejoined as well I played Fivepaw's mom and cousin in case you forgot[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Er, who was this? Well, Dia seemed to know them so they couldn't be that bad. The tom padded forward and sniffed at the exhausted female, not too concerned since it seemed like she was just bruised and exhausted.

"She's gonna need some food and water." He stated, taking a few steps back to give the stranger a bit of air. "-Who's she, by the way?" He asked after a few moments, turning to Dia. Diamond seemed to know what was going on, and he didn't want to stress the Thunderclanner any more then he had to.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Leader? The tom didn't feel too conflicted; he'd never known Ginna, or any of the previous leaders. Though he was concerned that the raccoon would get absolutely ripped apart in her quest to be as friendly and innocent as possible. But she did have Fivepaw protecting her, and everyone else was sworn to protect their leader.

"Congratulations." He called out, trying to focus on his voice and make his words sound as friendly and happy as he could tolerate.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; height: 100px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]He was pretty sure he hadn't met everyone yet; there were probably tons more, right? Not just the sickly-sweet Dia and confusingly happy Fivepaw.

"Meet and greet." He called out, his voice more harsh then intended. Oh well, it wasn't like he could go back and redo it.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]And there was the raccoon herself. Damn, she was really everywhere, wasn't she?
The tom flicked his tail in greeting, forgetting to force a smile so his face was kept coldly neutral.

"Good, thanks for asking." He answered. "How's the leadership been?" He asked, genuinely curious. He'd never been in a position of power before, and he'd never met someone in a high ranking that was as approachable as Dia.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]The tom wasn't sure about this; he'd never hunted with other people before. It might throw him off, he might throw them off; but eh, fuck it right?

"Does anybody want to go hunting?" He called out, his tone bored and quiet; like he didn't really care if anybody responded or not. He did, he was just too busy thinking anxiously of the upcoming hunt to soften his tone.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]ooc;; I hope nobody minds that I've been flooding the board with threads! I saw stuff from August on the front page and just couldn't leave it like that ;-;

The tom let out a huff of annoyance as he watched the clouds roll over the horizon. He retreated to the castle, knowing that any storm coming from the sea wouldn't be one he wanted to get caught in.

He entered the Main hall and glanced around. There were a few members milling about; a reasonable number, though it did worry him that some might've gotten caught in the rain.

He looked at the towering bookshelves and twitched his tail, mixed emotions rolling through his mind though his face was as blank and unreadable as ever. He ignored the bookshelf and made his way towards the right tower.

It took him a while to find his room, but eventually he opened the door to the somewhat familiar quarters. He'd only stayed here for a night or two, but already it felt like his. The room was bare except for a bed and a rug consisting of sewn-together animal hides. He jumped onto the bed and kneaded his claws into the soft blankets as he listened to the rumble of thunder outside.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Well damn, he just had to go poke the hornet's nest. Literally, in this case; he'd noticed they were running out of honey and honey was such an important herb, plus it was delicious as well.

The tom leaped into a nearby pond with a squeal, fully submerging for a few seconds before bobbing back up to gasp for air. He managed to sink his claws into the mud and drag himself out of the pond, swarm successfully lost. He grunted and shook out his fur, sides heaving.

He padded back to the hollow where he'd stashed the honeycomb and let out a sigh of relief when he saw it. He grabbed the golden comb and proceeded to pad back towards the castle, dripping wet and face twisted into a scowl even though he was proud of himself for retrieving it without getting stung.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo was crouched on a branch, hands loosely gripping the bark as he looked down. He was almost invisible; the foliage hid most of his body and cast shadows over the visible parts.

The honks of cars were in the distance, and he was cruelly aware that he wasn't in a forest and he should probably climb down soon, as intoxicating as the sharp, fresh scent of the tree was.

He shuffled and adjusted so that he was sitting while leaning back against the trunk. It was peaceful up here; it was getting colder, but the leaves weren't fully changed yet so nobody really bothered coming to the park.

Though he did enjoy skipping school and spending it at a place where nobody would be looking, cold and irritating as it may be.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]The tom was making his way back towards the castle, the limp body of a drake dangling from his mouth. It'd been quite the little spitfire; and by that, he meant it'd literally been spitting fire at him. But he had the advantage, so he'd been able to quickly end the violent little creature's life.

His calico fur was singed at the edges, but that was the only sign that the drake had put up any sort of fight.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]She certainly liked talking; but that was fine, he'd expected a good answer from her. If nothing else, it meant he'd read the raccoon correctly.

"Why would you ever step down?" He asked, not meaning to pry but wanting to know more. Why would anyone relinquish such power? Especially since they were clearly open to the idea of becoming leader later on.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]"'M 'kay." He mumbled through the flesh, not wanting to set down the drake while the raccoon was around. The Rift was different from his original home, sure, but it still felt wrong to practically offer his hunt to her on a silver platter.

He'd have to go jump in a lake or something to clean himself off later; the singing wasn't too big of a deal, but he didn't really want to walk around with it.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]He flicked his ear, puffing out his chest slightly in pride. He didn't want to set down the honey on the dirt, so he looked around for a patch of moss to set it down. Once his mouth was fully cleared except for the sweet aftertaste of the honey, he proceeded to address the leader.

"Yeah, didn't get stung once. The bees on the southwest portion are pissed now, though." He answered, for once remembering to smooth out his voice so it didn't sound like a challenge.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]//c:

People patrolling the corridors wasn't unusual, but it was odd - at least to him - when the raccoon stuck her head in and actually started talking to him. Weird, but he didn't expect anything less from the talkative, terrifyingly kind leader.

"Yeah. Is everyone accounted for?" He asked curtly, claws still kneading into the blankets.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Did raccoons even hunt? Was that a thing? He responded to her timidness with a shrug, not certain if she even had the instincts to hunt meat. Were they omnivores or carnivores? They definitely weren't herbivores, he was sure of that.

The male's eyes clouded over as he contemplated, and in the end he decided he'd find out sooner or later.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]The feline made his way over and flicked his tail, face neutral and blank. He wasn't really excited or put off by the new joiner; they seemed okay enough, after all.
"Welcome to the Rift, will you need any help settling in?" The calico asked.[/fancypost]