Posts by THORNKIT.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] thud...thud...thud, that was all that echoed in the tom's head, the weak beating of his heart was all that existed. there was no light at the end of this endless tunnel, no faint glimmer of hope, not even the whisper of the breeze tugging at his pelt. where is he? what is this strange place? why is he here? who am i? this thought crossed his mind several times, it played at the back of his mind over and over, just a sly whisper every now and then, but his mind was too sluggish and ready to give up to catch that wisp of past memories. his memories.
the lean tom just lay there meekly, with a growing awareness of a shadow circling him, sometimes sliding over him, providing relief from the merciless heat of the sun. but that was no savior come to his rescue, it just was a pesky buzzard waiting for the young cat to die, calling out now and then to tease the poor cat. but that was the least of his worries, all he wanted to know was how he got here all bruised and beaten up. and from the looks of it, a foreleg was broken and maybe a broken rib or two, which seemed to be some of the worst, a couple deep scratches here and there that seemed to have mostly stopped bleeding, but, there was a large wound on the top of his head that seemed to be the source of his memory loss. it wasn't very deep, but the force used in that blow would have been enough to rattle his brains quite a bit.
ouch. even twitching a paw was painful, boy, he must have been battered up good! in an attempt to look over himself, the tom slowly raised his head, but it quickly collapsed back to the earth from sheer exhaustion and dehydration.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] wha...? the tom asked himself, opening his odd-coloured gaze slowly to observe the two cats standing infront of him, oh. well, he tried to lift his head earlier and that didn't work out so well, but he might as well try once again. slowly, yet surely, the tom pulled his good foreleg beneath him and used it to push himself into an awkward sitting position after several almost failed attemts. gosh, he didn't realized quite how weak he was until now. wait, hold the phone! name? the tom swiped a dry tongue around his maw and nervously began to speak, his voice a bit raspy and shaky, "n-imya? ya ... ya ne, gm ... tochno, vy znayete ... e-e, pomnish'?" he trailed off, unsure and a bit skittish to be honest. i mean, wouldn't be a bit afraid after forgetting who you are and waking up in some strange place half dead? even so, he had forgotten that the cats here spoke english, not russian.

rough translation -- [i]n-name? i...i don't, um...exactly, you know...uh, remember?

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]the black tom blinked and his gaze unfocused as he tried to grasp that little thought that teased him so. it had resisted capture more than just a few time before and it found ease doing so this time. giving up, the tom shook his head a bit too violently for his weak body and he scrambled to secure himself, instinctively using his broken leg to catch himself, "aah!" he snarled and steadied himself before pulling his hurt foreleg away from the pressure that caused himself pain, "nine" he replied, saying no in russian, but quickly quieted down for all this speaking aggrivated the wound on his head, which was quite unpleasent.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] the tom blinked and hesitated, but leaned his bad side on the assitant medic just before vindicate appeaed out of the blue. he looked at the other tom and tilted his head, before realizing he had been speaking russian this whole time, "oh, i'm verry zorry. i forgot zat chou do not speek ruzzian, my apologizes," apparently now dubbed nine, the tom fiqured that the amnesia made him forget where he was for a while.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] the tom jumped a little bit, frightened by the sound of sudden shouting nearby. he slowly turned his head and rested his odd-coloured gaze on the borde collie, "hullo," he replied, though a bit confused by the dog's words, but returned the majority of his attention back to vindicate and shook his head about speaking english, but smiled meekly at the last part.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]"akh, tak chto vy mozhete govorit' na russkom, tozhe?" basically, nine was just remarking that may could speak russian too, and with a small grin of course. it was always nice to speak to someone who spoke your native language.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] ah, so many people! well, he better at least say "hullo" to be nice, right? oh, so may didn't speak russian fluently, but it was good to know that somebody around here might understand some of his speech. and even if vin called him 'nine', the tom was quite content with it since he didn't know his real name, and that spelling wasn't quite how you told someone 'no' in russian, it was actually 'net', the way he had said it before was actually german, but it was a bit easy to mismatch the words sometimes. and it seemed there was yet another medic assisstant, or at least what he thought she was from piecing together her words, and he smiled a bit at the vixen. the tom had never actually met a fox before, but then again, he might have, but he couldn't remember if he did. but he returned the favor in a quiet voice, all this talking was giving him a headache, "privet," the seemingly spunky husky made his fur bristle for a moment, but he forced his fur flat but didn't seem to smile, for all of these strange tidalclanners were a bit too much for the quiet tom. his ears picked up the dog's speech and brightened a bit when he heard there was another fluentl speaker of russian. he stood there leaning against pinkpaw with his broken foreleg held up to his body in a protective manner to process all of this when a voice broke through his thoughts, "oh uh, h-hullo," though, the young tom didn't quite answer her question, for his mind was still whorling questions and all of these new faces.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]track, laughing so hard right now! i read it all and i feel like i just lost my innocence...never going back. i think mishka would be a gay *bag most likely, gotta love the *holes <3

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]track, any ideas for mishka after he gets out of the medic den? c:

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]well, i love it! c: best idea ever in my opinion <3

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]alright, alright! c: i think mishka would be overconfident, flirty, and arrogant, but i still have yet to fully develop him, but here goes!

the young black tom sauntered up to the group, 'accidentally' overhearing a bit of their conversation, "hey there girls, whassup?" the others? eh, he could care less really, they were all mangy mongrels bickering amongst each other. pfff! his different-coloured gaze swept over each one, mentally choosing one to pick on.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]m'kay, that sounds good c: oh yeah, and i'm going to be very active this week! but next week, not so much i don't think.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] nine looked at may with a bored expression and yawned widely, "so, you chase the dump truck this morning? sure smells like it," he commented obnoxiously, though it was his tone that was the most annoying really. ah, someone to tease at last!

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]okay, that's good! c:

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] "haha, very funny. i'm laughing my * off," nine replied dryly, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner. jeez, this guy was a snob! though nine was one too, but he didn't give a damn 'bout anything really. eat. sleep. flirt. that was his whole life in three words.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]sure, i'll set it up.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] the young black tom glanced around, clearly nervous and maybe even a tad frightened. all of these atrangers and new faces and...well, everything really. nine had forgotten his whole life until the moment he awoke in arcadianclan territory, injured and unable to even remember his own name. it was quite stressful to be worrying about it all the time, was someone out to get him? had he done something wrong in former life? many of these questions floated through his mind and he felt trapped and worn out. but maybe some company would do the tom some good?

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] "eeexcuse me! but i may have to correct a grammatical error...I'M FAAABULOUS *." the tom stood up and announced this with pride, obviously believing it too. of course he was fabulous, how couldn't he be? he had battle scars, haha not really, and chicks love that *. plus, he was just plain fabulous, there's no other way to describe it really, at least in his mnd.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup]it's up!

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][font=times new roman][size=9pt][sup] "o-oh, hullo. i met chou before, w-wright?" he stammered a bit, so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the collie until he spoke. but nine was having trouble remembering small things lately and might have forgotten may's name already, but who knows.