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felix couldn't remember much from his own joining, really. he remembered being antsy around their border, worried of tumbling into the rushing water and not being able to escape. he had let out a slew of curse words and not very kid-friendly ideas from his very sinful mouth and even threatened to shove the candy he was named after up their ass. those that came to greet him were either amused by his colorful language or high disappointed they had to let him join. he could've cared less as to what they thought- he just wanted a place to hang out at and a place to pick up people.
now it seemed that this lion was much like him in his joining, yet a bit more cleaner in language. they even had the familiar country-based prefix. that was cool. felix had been nearby and heard the lion call out for booze. hearing that made the handsome canine almost and to laugh out loud at how easy it was for him to initiate his typical attitude. with his typical snapback and charm on, the swedish elkhound made his way over to stand besides vaughn. "i don't have booze on me right now, but if we head to my room, you can certainly have some of my stash- maybe even have me," his signature smirk appeared on his maw as he followed along with a wink. "death does suck ass. fucking bitch hurts to go through, that i know," his smirk faltered a bit as the fuzzy memories of his death as a human slowly tricked into his mind then left. he hoped it wasn't noticed. "name's swedishfish kjellberg, though call me felix, babe. welcome to riverclan. need anything other than cancer sticks, liver killers or me?"
unrequited love had practically shaped felix into what he was now. before his lack of affection as a child made him crave for the love he desperately wanted. any sign of care and kindness towards the gullible felix would have him fall for the person so hard, constantly trying to see if what they acted towards him was in fact love. it almost never was. just the kindness that a friend or stranger would show. sometimes they would say that they did love him, that he was the one meant for him or some other bullshit, only to have felix become a mere toy in their game. he couldn't do anything though. he thought that was how love was, even if it hurt so much in different ways.
now after a series of tragic events, felix planned to never fall for anyone again. sleeping around was surely easier than having some crush on someone. no strings attached almost always worked. almost. yet not everyone knew why felix had the tendency to flirt and sleep through a whole list of people he'd never see again. for felix, it was just better. though clearly some hadn't been able to see through the breaks of love. one such example was wilford. after the rushed departure of the pink creature from vaughn's pregnancy announcement and leaving vaughn distraught, felix had went out to find wilford in hopes to see what the fuck was going on. he told himself to not let it escalate to a certain point but he knew it wasn't always easy to keep.
following the angered voice of his target, felix pushed his way through crowds of npcs and up to the room that was the canine's. usually he'd just barge in and start screaming, but he knew vaughn would probably beat his ass if he did so. instead he waited in front of the room, trying to make his presence known. "hey, got a minute? wanna talk about some shit that happened." felix said, all emotion drained from the words.
felix would totally just be in the sidelines laughing at how stupid yet cute they are
maybe even go as far as to bust in to their hang out sessions and just "fUCK OKAY YOU GUYS ARE CUTE BUT YOU GUYS LOOK SO UGLY I NEED TO GIVE YOU GUYS MAKE OVERS"
and it's really just throwing clothing at the two of them rip
felix never jokes around when it comes to his friends man
aaaa will do! i actually played freddy fazbear/the head so imma try to dig some stuff up. right now it's just felix being his last standing offspring (i think)
aaaa just got out of school and buried in chocolates bc my friends are nice
fuck, that was... a lot of kids. he wasn't used to seeing so many children in one place, especially ones as excited as the kangaroo bunch. although it threw him into a loop when he came up, he soon eased up once he saw their mother getting a hold on the little army of tykes. a small snort of amusement escaped felix as he settled besides vaughn, blue eyes locking on the stranger. "'sup? name's felix, nice meeting 'ya. nice family you got there," he first stated, flashing a boyish smile over to the 9 children. he was preoccupied on trying to tell them apart that it took him a bit to register what vaughn said about molly. so, a mother figure that could make bomb ass dinners? well sign him the fuck up for that. "shiiiii- shoot, you can make some... good dinners? mind if i try some? i can't even make myself jackshi- anything without burning it." the swedish elkhound winced a bit at his choppy sentence. he knew that if molly was a motherly person then she'd probably kick his ass for cursing around her kids. the last thing he needed was to spend more time in the doctor's den just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
felix didn't have a very good history with anti-clans, much less anti-clanners. although he spent a good night of passion with the current bloodclan leader at night, it was his only taste of an actual good anti-clanner out there. any other situations involving them weren't so great. shadowclan basically hated his gut, especially the vice-leader, finch, who probably really wanted to gut him out. if he was being honest, he was fucking terrified of them. yet he couldn't show it, though. hey, he had to be brave and cool. showing his fright would fuck that up for sure.
felix took his sweet time walking over to the border, eyes focusing on the feline in front of them. he yawned loudly, rubbing his blue eyes. "yo, name's felix. like what the kid here said, this is riverclan, home of fishes and... i don't know, other marine shit," he stated, giving a small snort at his words. he soon focused on the three legs the stranger had, and unlike wimund, actually didn't give two shits on what happened to him because of his blunt nature. "what happened to you other leg? bear bite it off? lost that shit while saving a damsel in distress?"