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  • TELL THE PORCUPINES TO QUIT STABBING ME | open, joiner

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify]It was time for a fresh start.


    Alex didn't have any other particular reason to leave. He supposed his home had been fine. It wasn't exactly worth five stars but it kept him dry and he guessed he slept well enough there, half-exposed to the air at night, in a den that was hardly room temperature. He wasn't a very interesting guy. He hunted for food, he ate, slept, peed in a bush to ward off the other loners, and that was as exciting as his life got. He'd never really been hungry for anything more. Alex was fine with being boring. Boring was safe. Boring didn't take much energy.


    He got up and walked away anyway. Lazy, lethargic old Alex walked more than a couple feet - he thought he deserved a medal. He had no specific place in mind - something better than a lousy old bush by a tree would do, he thought. Something with more than the occasional housecat passing by to pick a fight.


    "Boy, it sure smells like shit here," said Alex as he stomped right over HawkClan's border. Everyone needed to stop peeing in random places. He didn't want to smell anyone else's urine. Well, fuck - if people were pissing all over the ground here, that meant it was inhabited. "Anyone around?" The feline called, trudging a little farther as he swung his head around, searching for the source of the pee. They really needed to come up with a better way to mark their territories. He didn't think going to the bathroom was very effective. It was rather primitive, actually. Put up a sign or something, maybe some flowers or birds or a wall.


    Alex had been thinking about pee a lot lately and it was getting concerning.

  • WELCOME TO ADVENTURE CALL (open, help needed)

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify]Oh, boy, Alexander loved impressing the ladies. Even if they all thought he was gay. "I wanna help," the disheveled tomcat called, one eyelid drooping. He wasn't fully awake yet, having woken up from his nap a few minutes earlier. But hey, look, something to do! Where Fraiser had gotten the gold and stuff, he didn't know.


    "By the way, uh, my name is Alex." Everyone was throwing their names out there, so he might as well introduce himself.

  • I'm good {open; MG} I'm good

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify]Alex popped up and squeezed past a few of those that had gathered to make himself known. He wasn't all that loud, and he doubted he was tall enough to be seen behind everyone. Maybe if he stuck his tail up... "I'm Alex. Can you fit crayons up your nostrils?" Way to make yourself sound smart, he thought, scrunching up his nose the second the question came out. That was the stupidest thing he'd said so far today. "Also, nice to meet you."

  • New HawkClan Chatting + Plotting!

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    CLOUDWATCHING. wrote:

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: georgia; color: #FEFBAF; font-size: 9px; line-height: 20px; letter-spacing: 4px; word-spacing: 1px; font-style: italic; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px #F38630;margin-left=100px;]12 moons / angel / multiclan


    im flattered
    i am a very whale dicky person
    in case you didn't get it dork is another word for whale penis


    Arukin wrote:


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]i love birdy's roleplaying lol


    im living on 5 hours of sleep zzz


    thank you father
    go to sleep




    also does anyone want a thread w this gaywad

  • TELL THE PORCUPINES TO QUIT STABBING ME | open, joiner

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] "Shit," Alex repeated. "Well, actually it smells like pee. I've smelled too much urine this past week. It's infecting my brain." His thoughts kept circling back to it. It wasn't something normal living beings thought about. "I need an adult," he said, shaking his head. "Whoo boy. Hi. I'm Alexander. Call me Alex. where in the holy fuck am I? It smells like other people." And fucking pee. Alex swore to himself, scrunching up his nose. Stop thinking about it, dipshit.


    This was a problem. First clowns, now fucking urine. He didn't get why he was getting so hung up on the stupidest things. Maybe he wasn't eating enough vegetables.

  • CAN'T GET OUT | STOMACH PAINS, O

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] Well, at least it didn't smell like urine this time.


    "I smell puke," Alexander announced, searching for the source of whoever lost their lunch. His eyes settled on Candy, hidden in a bush, who did not look so good. He scooted a bit closer, just enough for her to hear him without having to shout. He was concerned, but he didn't want whatever she was having. "You good, fam?" He asked, peering through the brambles. "Want me to get the doctor-lady?"

  • TELL THE PORCUPINES TO QUIT STABBING ME | open, joiner

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] "Clan?" Oh no, he'd found the KKK! "Uh," he laughed nervously, "What kind of clan is a HawkClan?" If this was some cult, he didn't want to be a part of it. Cults weren't his thing. Especially the one he was thinking of.


    mobile

  • STREET TAP WATER | open, meet and greet

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify]Well.


    That had been an experience. Alex had yet again made a fool of himself, and he was pretty sure he'd managed to piss at least three people off so far. He didn't mean to. He guessed he was misunderstood. Oh, well - there were always second chances. First impressions weren't always permanent, were they?


    "Anyone want to, uh, talk? Or something?" The tabby called, shifting his weight from one side to another. He certainly wasn't bored anymore, that was for sure. Now if only he could not come off as a complete and total imbecile - then he'd be having a good time. He liked to think he wasn't as stupid as others thought he was. Who knew, maybe he was the next Einstein.


    I'm 300% sure Einstein didn't think about urine 24/7, he thought to himself, scrunching his face up. So much for optimism.


    mobile

  • Oh, hi yo! {open; joiner}

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    Alex popped up beside Super, nose wrinkled. Who was this old lady and why did she have a bird? Alexander loved birds. They were cute. Except for the ugly ones. And sometimes he ate them and it made him feel bad. Oh, the downsides of being a carnivore. "Hello," he offered awkwardly, giving the bird lady a friendly wave. She smelled like a loner. Well, actually, she smelled like a lot of other animals. She smelled like things. Everyone smelled weird. Alexander didn't know why he kept noticing how everyone smelled. It was getting a little creepy.

  • ✧ ✧ I AM OBSESSED WITH SILENCE | open, trick or treating

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] "Uh, miss?" Alex began, trudging over to where Zarifa was standing. "You've got some, um, dirt. On your everywhere." She didn't seem to notice, so he thought he might as well point it out. Why was this dirty lady over here anyway? She definitely did not smell like the other HawkClanners. "Also, um, I'm like 90% sure you're from another Clan so hi, what are you doing here?" He sounded so professional. Why did he have to get here first? Talking to others was hard. He couldn't do it as smoothly as the others.

  • homeless spring ; o, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] Alex came prancing over with no real enthusiasm. Uh, well I don't think there's any sort of ritual you have to perform, so uh, welcome to HawkClan," he said with an awkward chuckle, cringing inwardly at his own poor attempt at comedy. "Who's your dad?" The tabby asked, quirking a brow. He wasn't even familiar with their own leader. Guess he had some some socialising to do.


    sorry for the short post, i'm on mobile

  • STREET TAP WATER | open, meet and greet

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] Alex's uncertain smile faltered a little upon hearing Bistre's response. He didn't have anything to talk about. This was all horribly unplanned. Socialising was not as easy as he remembered it to be. "Things," he eventually came up with, because he was lost for ideas. "Like... um..." This wasn't a good idea. If he could bend his arms enough, he'd smack himself in the face. "Well, what's your name?" Maybe he'd think of something if they introduced themselves.


    He stiffened when Littlekit came along. He didn't know what he'd done wrong, but she really did not seem to like him. "Hello," he returned, voice cracking and leaving his face hot. Maybe the third time would be the charm. He was trying not to be weird here, but it didn't seem to be working. Alexander made a frustrated sound, and then said, "I don't know your name."

  • I CAN'T BREATH — o; joining.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] Alex was no leader. If anything he thought he was looking at a robot. Some kind of artificial intelligence that had broken loose. He hadn't heard anyone so monotone before, and in all honesty it was a bit creepy to hear such a flat tone. Swinging his head around in both directions, he found that no one else was nearby, and now that he'd approached the serval, he couldn't just walk away.


    So Alex gulped nervously and began with an awkward, half-assed chuckle, "Another Alexander, huh?" Heheh, funny, someone else had the same name as him. Well, it was nothing to be surprised by. There were billions of animals on this planet, he was bound to meet somebody else with his name. Though maybe it wasn't spelled the same.


    Alex couldn't maintain a smile - it felt way too fake, and he wanted to be a genuine boy. "Uh, welcome to HawkClan," he said, bowing his head to Aleksander. It seemed like a polite thing to do, especially since this guy seemed so... professional? Mature? Regal was an exaggeration, but that was the vibe he got from him. "My name is Alex, too. Heh."


    mobile

  • EVEN CROOKS HAVE TO PAY THE RENT | open

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify]Alex was a pumpkin.


    Well, all he'd done was cut a couple holes in a pumpkin and wriggle inside of it (after scooping out its guts, of course). He could hardly walk and some asshole passing by had stacked the pieces he'd cut out on top od his head. Alex didn't even know why he'd tried, honestly, this obviously was not going very well. Fuck it, he'd just be a pumpkin for the day. He didn't know how to get out anyway.


    Waddling was too hard. He couldn't move his legs very much, having made the holes just barely big enough to fit them through, so he just rolled. He didn't have anywhere important to be. At the moment he was essentially just dead weight dressed up as a pumpkin.


    "Why," he asked himself, staring up at the sky after falling over and being unable to flip himself upright. He felt like a turtle. "Why did I think this was a good idea?" He didn't like pumpkins as much starti ng today. They'd done him more harm than good.