Posts by cosmiccurse

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Oml and he's kind of cold to her while she's trying to help him bc of the pain and she thinks that he dislikes how naive she is?
Aaah Cosmo would be completely broken up about it too but he'd wouldn't know how to reassure her[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]The howling definitely drew the tom's attention; mainly because of the fleeting hope that the person calling out was Ev, and she was home and never going to leave him again. But the howl was masculine and different from Ev's voice.

The male still made his way over, albeit with less enthusiasm then usual; and that was saying something, considering he was already fairly subdued.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo was.. Definitely anxious about inviting over some of his friends to his tiny apartment. He probably could afford a bigger home since Dia paid him well, but he was happy with the essentials; there was just something so comforting about it.

He shuffled around, trying to throw together some snacks in case anybody got hungry. He wasn't sure if anybody would want the week-old chocolate fondue his grandmother dumped on him; it was cold and would need to be reheated, plus he didn't have anything to go with it except a bag of stale marshmellows. Oh well, he'd heat it up and see if he could find anything else.

There was some meat and veggies he could throw in a crockpot, plus he could attempt to fry some rice and add that. It wouldn't go well with the fondue though... Ah, fuck it. If they didn't like his mediocre cooking, they could make their own damn dinner.

By the time he finished cooking, it was already 7:00pm and people should start arriving soon. He combed his fingers through his autumn-colored hair anxiously, his eyes on the door while he busied himself setting up the movie of the night: The Avengers, something most people have seen but he hadn't yet. He also decided to pull out Monopoly, just in case they wanted to play while they watched.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo was surprised when he got the message. He wasn't exactly a party animal, and always ended up being the designated driver. Still, he took a bus to roughly around where the girl lived and wandered around until he found the right place.

He was wearing black jeans, a light grey coat to fend off the chill and a white beanie over his fiery red hair. He knocked on the door with one hand as the other held his phone. He sent a quick message to Morning before slipping his phone into a pocket.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Boneclan; a mutual ally between Bloodclan and the Rift. A welcome sight, at least in Cosmo's eyes. The tom padded over, studying the tiger for a few moments before speaking up.

"I can speak to Dia about the Rift aiding you as well." He softly murmured. He technically could give their help right there, but he preferred to not make such decisions without his other leader's input. "Anyways, greetings Barghest. I'm glad to hear activity has been rising in Boneclan." He added; the compliment was genuine, since he wasn't the type to wish disaster upon others. Cause disaster, maybe, but he never meant to do so.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo was not necessarily bloodthirsty; he preferred to step back and let the real monsters take care of those things. But he was suspicious of almost everybody, and this Windclanner was no exception.

The tom padded over and moved near Yes Man after noticing the android hadn't taken a defensive stance. From what he'd seen from his questionable clanmate, they seemed to be a complete pushover, so if this came down to a fight he wanted to be close enough to defend them.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Yes Man was an oddity; him and his allegiance to someone named Courier, the slightly terrifying screen face he held at all times and their generally upbeat nature was mysterious, even though they seemed to be open about everything.

Still, one of his mothers had been an android once upon a time; and he wanted to try to give this guy a chance at least. Even though he still thought Yes Man was pranking them.

"Try a mouse, less feathers." He murmured the suggestion as he saw Yes Man messing around with a bird before turning to chat with the slowly gathering crowd.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo trotted behind the mother and daughter duo as they approached the oddly calm feline on the border. He would've expected at least a scrunched nose at the reek of rot and death coming from the corpses, but this person seemed unfazed.

Dangerous. He narrowed his eyes slightly in distrust, his ears swiveling forward in attentiveness.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]This... Definitely made him uncomfortable. Extremely uncomfortable. The tom scrunched up his muzzle as he padded over, worried that she was going to steal something.

"Yeah, no thanks from me." Cosmo said softly, his tail twitching. He had no problem with a person selling their body, but going to a random clan's border and boldly announcing it? Kind of questionable.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white] Pyre ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Anyways, maybe he breaks his leg or something when he's coming home from Bloodclan and she finds him?[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white] Pyre ( ͡O ͜ʖ ͡O)

Y es he has it for like a week or two rl time and it heals badly bc she couldn't properly set it and he just limps around angstily[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]White fur, a dash of red, bright blue eyes and perked ears. The voice was similar yet younger, she said she remembered living here.. No, no he couldn't get too hopeful. He'd found her dead body; she wasn't coming back. However this was, it wasn't Ev.

"Mhmm, pretty strange." He commented softly as he padded over. He disliked being alone with the pup; kids always seemed to get hurt around him. "Are you related to Evergreen Wraith?" He decided to ask; after all, the kid uncannily looked like her and more and more family members kept popping up looking for her.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]"Understood, and congratulations everybody." The tom said as he padded over. He turned to address Gideon before doing anything else.

"Sure, you can do that Gideon." He said, and then added. "-Feel free to invite some allies as well." It'd be good to get more political events running; keeping close alliances was essential. He then turned away and padded through the crowd, a purr stirring in his chest.

"Congratulations Morning, you're gonna do great." He said, extremely proud but trying to not show it too much.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo trotted over, his gait relaxed though his wings were pressed to his back tightly as he glanced around, wondering if his daughter was going to show up. He sat down and curled his tail around his paws, confident in Morning's abilities to run the herb training without his help.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo had noticed the lack of water in Bloodclan's territory when he joined, but instead of getting worried he merely developed the ability to suck water out of the air through his pores. No, no he did not do that; that was a joke that he should've said out loud. Godsdamnit, now things were awkward in his own mind.

Deciding to not say anything, the tom quietly trotted after the party of three. He was parched, so getting a drink would be a good idea; and he kind of hated the mineral-rich water that sometimes pooled in the tunnels.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]This was probably a good change; having a s/hp meeting. He didn't interact much with the other high positions outside of normal clan activity and Morning's training- Which he guessed she didn't want or need anymore; that thought made him kind of sad, but he tried to stomp down on the emotions and only feel pride for his apprentice.

He padded over and sat down roughly near Sweetdreams and Morning. He wasn't a big fan of Sweetdreams, but he was tolerant enough to sit near her.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo could technically be called a child; though he most definitely didn't act like one. The tom approached, not feeling energetic enough to offer himself up for sparring so instead he settled down near Amour to watch.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo witnessed the... Thing, approaching and talking to the npc. Pretty weird proposition if you asked him; if someone in Bloodclan needed someone dead, they could easily kill them, and if they wanted a druggie friend.. Well, they could probably find one of those too.

He walked over and looked over the note, but since he couldn't read he had no idea what the scribbles were. Oh well, probably just detailed information or something.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Gifts; he'd have to have them send some gifts to Colouredclan in thanks. The tom quietly inspected the items, slightly put-off by the weapons but he knew he should be thankful. Not everyone preferred to fight with their teeth and claws like him.

"Thank you." He said softly. "I'm Cosmicpaw Wraith, Heir here. Things have been going well."[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo understood sadness; or perhaps he didn't. The emotions in his head got warped and strange, and he tried to force them away so he could slip into that gentle apathy he held onto so dearly. Had he ever been sad? Yes, but it was always mixed with anger and the low lull of depression.

He was good at comforting people; at least, helping them through breakdowns and the like. It'd been his job to make sure everybody was productive and healthy mentally and physically, while Dia always focused on the specific emotions to make sure everybody felt happy.

So it was safe to say he had no idea what he was doing, but he didn't like seeing Morning this way; the exhaustion wearing down on her. Maybe, maybe she wasn't ready to be a Head Physician? He was sure Dia wouldn't mind bumping her down if the stress was too much; he didn't want her to feel like the entire world rested on her shoulders, he wanted her to be happy. Of course, suggesting that would make her feel childish and that wouldn't be appropriate either.

Breaking out of his thoughts, the tom approached and sat silently beside Morning. He aimed to lean against her gently, aware that he was just barely shorter then her.

"Its okay to feel sad, but if there's anything I can do to help then tell me." He said quietly.[/fancypost]