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  • I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU LOOKIN' SWELL — BEAUTIFULSPIRIT

    WE'RE SURE TO FIND HAPPINESS — riverclan — black tom — tags
    Frankie coughed again, feeling a little dazed and out of breath, when he suddenly heard a voice reach his ears. "Oh, are you alright?" The tom hadn't looked up at first, so he hung his head, blinking the water away from his eyes. "Yeah, I--" Once he lifted his gaze to meet the stranger's, he froze. Their eyes... their eyes! They had so many! And their wings, their feathers, their antlers... their monkey-like body and their contrasting canidae cranium. "W-Whoa, uh...!" Frankie stumbled back, ears pinning to the back of his head. His jaw clenched as he fixated his amber gaze on Beautifulspirit's form, trying to figure out what they were, exactly. He had simply come from a town in New Jersey, so he wasn't born in a magical place such as this where there were dragons and fire-breathing wolves running about. He had gotten used to the minor things like conjuration and cats having wings, but this? What was this?

    This wasn't to say that Frankie saw them as threatening... at least they didn't seem like it. They seemed concerned for him, and he could tell by their scent that they were a fellow RiverClanner. He wondered how he managed to miss them in the first place, as they were quite the unique sight. "Uh," Frankie gulped, forcing his ears upward and his stance to be somewhat confident. He didn't want to act terrified because one) he didn't want to risk offending them and two) he didn't want to seem like a wimp. There was no doubt that he truly was a submissive type, but he didn't like to come off as one. He was already picked on by Jerseyboy enough for being so scared of things and "holier-than-thou", always being mama's little angel. "I'm... fine. Just took a swim." Well, sort of.

  • I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU LOOKIN' SWELL — BEAUTIFULSPIRIT

    WE'RE SURE TO FIND HAPPINESS — riverclan — black tom — tags
    Well, they weren't offended. That was good. He'd rather make friends than enemies, after all. Shuffling his paws a little, trying to make himself feel comfortable. The stranger was friendly, despite their shocking appearance, so Frankie needed to put himself in that mindset. "Castelluccio. Frankie Castelluccio." Frankie was very Italian if his accent didn't give that away already. His birth name was Francis, actually, but he didn't bother. Frankie was much a much more casual name and it was easier for others to say. He was never a formal kind of guy. "Nice to, ah, meet ya', Beautifulspirit." Huh, that was certainly a unique name. He wasn't used to these clan names, though, so everything sounded pretty unique to him. Not sure of what else to say, Frankie would ask, "You been livin' here long or..?" Maybe they were new and he just didn't notice them.

  • I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU LOOKIN' SWELL — BEAUTIFULSPIRIT

    WE'RE SURE TO FIND HAPPINESS — riverclan — black tom — tags
    Frankie cocked a brow as Beautifulspirit turned and shooed some birds away from a wagon. He hadn't noticed the wagon until now. Huh, what were they doing dragging that thing around? Didn't it tire them out? He first answered their question, saying with a shrug, "Oh, ah, probably a month or somethin' like that." It hadn't been very long, honestly.

    Frankie momentarily glanced over Beautifulspirit's shoulder at the wagon before looking back at them. "So, uh, what's th' wagon for?" He was merely curious, but they didn't have to answer if they didn't want to. It would seem a bit suspicious if they didn't, sure, but he wouldn't force anybody into saying anything.

  • HE KISSED ME HELLO | open, meet and greet!

    WE'RE SURE TO FIND HAPPINESS — riverclan — black tom — tags
    Hey, it was her. That pretty girl that His brother was friends with. So, she was gonna be living here as well? That was cool. Perhaps she could be a bridge of communication between the siblings.

    The short tom cat sat by Velvet, nearly matching the height of the younger cub. Frankie gazed at Vang and said, "Uh, hiya'. M'name's Frankie if you don't remember." His New Jersian accent was thick like his brother's. "How's Jersey?" Frankie assumed that she would know that of all things.


  • SAFE AND SOUND | OPEN, VISITOR

    Shit, shit. He couldn't believe this. Frankie knew that his older brother was stupid, but to have nearly gotten himself killed? The thought scared him so much. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he lost his best friend.


    The black tom swiftly approached the border. He stopped, breathing heavily due to the quickness of his pace. He was eager to arrive and inquire about his brother. "Ah, h-hello?" Frankie asked, flicking an ear back nervously. Would anyone remember him? Probably not, but that wasn't his concern. He just needed to know if his brother was alright.


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  • SAFE AND SOUND | OPEN, VISITOR

    Frankie gulped as a bigger canine approached him. Wait, how did he know that he was Jerseyboy's brother? He had never met him... maybe JB had mentioned him before? That would be surprising if he did. He slowly nodded, saying, "Y..Yeah, I did. And I heard, and I just... god, I can't believe this happened." Frankie shook his head, ears drooping.


    His eyes widened in surprise as a puppy came running over. He certainly seemed to know who Jerseyboy was, and it was apparent that he had rubbed off onto the little guy. Poor fella, Jers wasn't a good influence. "Big brother..?" Did Jerseyboy adopt this kid as his little brother? Huh. That was actually surprising, but he was too anxious to focus on it now. "Wait, so my brotha's alright? He's alive?" Frankie knew that he hadn't been killed on the spot, but he didn't know what had happened after. He could've bled out for all he knew, or he could be in critical condition.


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  • CUT ME DOWN TO SIZE / P, FRANKIE

    "Sheesh, Jersey. You neva' listen to me when I tell you not to mess around with those girls." Frankie sighed, a slight frown tugging at his lips although he tried to remain mostly neutral to the situation. He took a sip of his drink, choosing to moderate his alcohol intake (unlike the other). Jerseyboy seemed distraught over the thought of having children, and while it was quite surprising, this was not to say that Jerseyboy was totally hopeless. "Well, I think the most you can do is just... be the best father that you can to them. That's all anyone could ask for." Frankie offered his advice. He had never been a parent himself, but would he be open to it? Sure. Kids were cute. He had no experience, but there was really no way in gaining experience other than doing. "And hey, if you eva' need me to keep an eye on 'em, I'd do it." Anything to help his brother, really. He knew that Jerseyboy wasn't one for commitment and responsibility, so this would probably end up being a big weight on his shoulders. He didn't want the poor guy to run ragged on no sleep for months.