Posts by - oscar

—— replacement acct bc of 20 day username change wait, "text"

—— oscar - ♂ - crasheroo.

—— //gdi I always have way too much muse for joining threads ripp

The loud, alarming beeps of cars on busy damp streets surrounded by towering skyscrapers, and the contrast of the evening sky, darkened from storm clouds, with the fluorescent streetlamps, set the atmospheric scene for his new home- a home unlike anything he had ever come across before in his short but sheltered life. Pale seafoam green eyes watched the surroundings from the 'safety' of a small alley between two large buildings, his small inky black figure crouched inside a soggy cardboard box out of sight, and therefore out of danger. Oscar had mixed feelings on this new home of his, just as he had mixed feelings when he initially decided to flee his coddled life with his family. He had been absolutely certain of himself, and so despite the swarm of internal voices trying to dissuade him from an idea so foolishly adventurous, Oscar had known he needed to be out. Out of an existence so.. so criminally plain. In his twoleg home he was praised, but every situation, every day was a controlled storyline, every second planned to prevent the chance of unexpected results. Oscar craved more than that trophy life, so he left. Really, it wasn't so bad out here- the one thing he missed was the acknowledgement in his beauty shows that he was the embodiment of perfection, that had been pretty nice... then again, a lot of things were nice. Soggy canned kibble was nice. Being cooed at and pet was nice. But Oscar wasn't after something that was nice. He needed something that was extraordinary.

He was distracted from his brief thoughts by a light, pathetic growl; his own hungry stomach demanding tribute. Easily accessed food was definitely another thing on his list of things that were nice. Inconvenient as it was, he couldn't be extraordinary looking like just any old starving street rat. It was a pity his otherwise perfect physical form would do that to him if not fed- it was basically extortion. "Give me food, or you will become emaciated and weak". Oscar's opalescent claws unsheathed, digging into the cardboard below him and easily tearing through the weakened, rain soaked material. The sleek feline stood up on all fours, his dainty form fixing itself up immediately so his spine was straightened and his chin was tilted ever so slightly upwards, and he glanced at the concrete outside of the box. A blood-splattered large mouse's corpse was sitting just outside of the box, nearly all of the delicious meat stripped from its bones with not even a mouthful remaining. It was his previous meal, and it hadn't even been that long since he ate it, so it would be better to ignore his slight hunger for now and go looking for what he sought.

Slipping away from the corner of the alley, he dashed across the empty sidewalk like a shadow, eyeing the road beside the sidewalk cautiously as if he expected a car to start speeding after him. He knew there was more out here to experience than being cooped up as someone's trophy, but exactly what was he looking for? Just surviving wouldn't earn him notoriety. The boy had to do something. He knew about the tales he'd heard of the savage organization in the worse part of the city- the shitty portion that he was currently stuck in. On one paw, Oscar knew this was where his destiny lead him, but on the other... he wasn't like these cats. The inky black feline was not a savage brute, nor was he a cannibal. The young male wasn't really too keen on living in close quarters with brutes or cannibals either, he preferred not dying. He didn't dare to acknowledge that what he felt was fear, however, instead taking a deep breath and unsheathing his claws to let them click quietly against the concrete. Fearless. That's what Oscar was, he was a fearless nightmare and if anyone thought they were going to mess with him they were mistaken. Even if he wasn't an unintelligent savage he could use what he did have to his advantage, to become.. become something. A menace, a legend, a hero, a villain, whatever.

His golden cuff collar glinted in the emerging moonlight as he continued along the empty trash-riddled sidewalk, glancing sideways at buildings as he vividly remembered the gorey tales of the clan and tried to identify where he was heading. He was searching for tall building, with many windows and boards covering some of them, smelling strongly of cats. There it was- the scent of cat piss and something metallic- ... blood?- was coming directly from a large building up ahead. His heart rate elevated, and he felt the familiar cold grip of anxiety squeeze the air from his lungs, but it was too late to turn back. Besides, a few of his siblings discussed this place, so he would probably run into them anyway. That was good, he would be more confident if he had someone he was friendly with here already. The idea that his siblings might be here gave Oscar the last bit off willpower for the gold-clad black cat to lift his head a little higher and strut close to the door, still staying a cautious few feet away. "HELLO?! Anybody here?" The youth's voice rang out, abrupt and cold to match his expression, which somehow seemed aloof and smug at the same time.

—— //frick, sorry this is so late, ive been rlly busy with school

The first voice to greet him rang out in a lovely tone, a sound that he recognized immediately- Duchess. The last person Oscar had expected to join such a place was his former naming counterpart- formerly 'Duke' and 'Duchess', but then they all chose unrelated new names, names which he still didn't know. This savage place was not really where he imagined his dainty, prim sister to feel at home, but maybe she really did have a secret dark side or something of the like. Personally, Oscar didn't think of himself as having a 'dark side'- he was never particularly kind or good from the beginning anyways, so the dark side would just be him as a whole. The jet black feline dipped his head to his sister, taking in the purebred feline's words and seeming a bit surprised. "Worried sick? Oh, no need for that. I've just been around the city, teaching myself to hunt and all. It was rather dull, actually. At least this place seems to have a bit of potential." Really, Oscar hadn't even gotten in any fights, he was adept at avoiding trouble already. With no affiliation it seemed he had no chances at being anything to anybody, not even a snack.

Another approached, muscular and smelling so strongly that his black nose curled in disgust. The cat- was that a cat?- the creature had matted, untidy fur and smelled like it had never taken a bath in its life. Oscar's lip curled back in disgust, but through his distaste the well-groomed feline still muttered to Rooster, "Oscar. I'm here to join." Others showed up as well; two females, but as they both stayed silent the boy saw no reason to address them.

—— months ago, some may have remembered a family in the ranks of bloodclan- mere kittypets, pretty little things, most of them stuck out like a sore thumb. among them was the jet black tom oscar, who mostly stuck to himself anyway, however, he was guessing they must've noticed that he had been gone for nearly two months. the reason? he had severely underestimated this place.

The young boy had heard of their mercilessness, but didn't quite know the extent until one day, when he had caught a small mouse and was ready to feast. oscar still held the scent of kittypet even though he had joined days ago, and certainly looked like a weak, dainty thing with his perfect fur and solid gold cuff collar. mistaken for a kittypet by a clanmate, he was roughed up pretty badly- bleeding, torn up, and utterly mouseless. the worse pain of all, though, was realizing just how weak he was. being as prideful as he was, the last thing oscar wanted was to face his new clan after that, so he simply disappeared into the loner lands with an idea to change his stakes. for two months he lived out in the loner lands and the streets and trained in combat, not meaning to spend so long out there but growing fond of the freedom of it.

here he was, though- back again, just recognizable but notably different. he had gained a noticeable amount of bulk in his shoulders so that while he was still rather thin, he looked like he could cause some damage with his lean legs. despite his time in the wilderness he had still done his best to keep his fur nice and sleek, and the golden collar still wrapped gracefully around his neck- he would not adapt to all of bloodclan's ways. the young male pushed open the doors to the hotel, stepping in still smelling faintly of bloodclan. hello? I'm back, has anyone seen a cat named candy around here?" of course, he would be happy to see any of his siblings here, but candy was the first to move here so she just seemed like the first to ask about.

—— his jet black ears perked up as he heard light footsteps, cold seafoam eyes noticing the young she-cat approaching him. she appeared to be around his age- apprentice age, in forest folk terms, though he couldn't tell specifically how far apart they were. but in that case.. well, that answered his question for him, didn't it? if she didn't know the name then candy couldn't have been around anytime recently. did.. did all of his siblings leave? avianna, punchline? avianna he could understand; she never did seem like the type to like this sort of place, much like oscar himself- but punchline seemed to enjoy it in bloodclan. maybe they were here, or perhaps they had returned to their old kittypet home, with the warm beds and yummy canned food.

or.. no, they couldn't have gotten hurt. a stab of worry hit the tom, but he fought back any reaction, face remaining expressionless as he paused to consider it. "... hm. I'm oscar. I was here back in september. and you are?"

—— the population drop wasn't something oscar had expected when returning to the clan- sure, it hadnt been the most active when he was around, but he had barely seen a sign of life here since returning. it seemed kind of poetic, in a way- the last few remnants of a fearsome empire, clinging with their ivory claws unsheathed to drag their home back from the ever-nearing claws of the abyss. the silky-furred tom slunk towards the call of a voice, looking at the kitten who had called out. he had some sort of hope for this place.. he couldn't place it, though. regardless, they needed to connect to their allies- allies oscar didn't even know they had until a little while today, because bloodclan didn't seem to be the allying type. "I can tag along to shadowclan." he meowed briskly, eyeing the mango-leaf packages curiously.

—— //lmao oops, sorry, i'll fix that. I got mixed up bc I'm dying with mobile desktop mode and all I saw was 4 moons in ur sig

oscar nodded to her- healer apprentice? interesting. he had... no idea what that meant. how could a cat be a healer? his only experiences with any type of healing was with twoleg vets who gave bitter pills- regardless, the tom glanced around the room, dark head tilting slightly. it was rather quiet... unpleasantly so. more and more reason to belived he was now without his family in this clan. well, there was nothing left for him back at the twolegplace. The idea of power and leaders and adventures had lured him too far from his old self, he would not be satisfied with the monotony of kittypet life. "well, aysa. could you tell me- have there been any recent changes?" in case he had missed anything important in his absence, he had to be sure to ask instead of floundering aimlessly to figure things out on his own.

—— //mobile bleh

the fellow bloodclanner followed briskly after aysa, a little later than he would have liked but there nonetheless. one shadowclanner stood speaking to aysa, large with exotic rosette markings like the powerful big cats he only heard about. he'd met cats who looked like her before at cats shows. other than that one note, he didn't know exactly what to do, so he simply sat down, as if he were a bodyguard or something.

—— //mobile

he nodded towards aysa with a thoughtful look, frowning slightly. Taboa, gone. Well, that didn't really matter much to him emotionally, they weren't well acquainted, but she had been decent enough and that meant less hassle for him. now he had to figure out this new leader and see if "morag" was crazy.

before he got a chance to say another word to Aysa, however, a hostile voice stung his ears- he turned, pale seafoam eyes locking onto a she-cat who seemed to resemble a pitbull more than a feline. wow. he almost grimaced at the sight of her, but held it back to simply frown in the cat's direction. her words immediately hit a nerve with him, along with the look of disgust on her scarred maw, and it took all of the loudmouthed apprentice's willpower not to shoot back a biting remark. instead of poking the bear with a stick by returning insults, his eyes narrowed, saying bluntly, "The kittypet life? Please. I haven't stepped paw in that stupid place since I realized that bloodclan even existed. I left to train and now I'm back, I can fight and kill. I have no control over where I was born, but I do control my choices, and I made the choice to leave that twoleg stinkhole, I made the choice to join the ranks among bloodthirsty cats, and I made the choice to go starve in the goddamn middle of nowhere and pick fights every day 'til I learned to fight like a real cat. "

//mobile and I had a bunch of irl stuff to do before I could get to this, sorryyy

HOLLOWBONES

—— at first, oscar hadn't been so sure about the she-cat he had met earlier- honestly, it was hard to be sure about anyone, in the place he had decided to stay. bloodclan was not the type of place where he considered his clanmates very, well.. trustworthy (he already had been mauled by one of his own clanmates, so he had his reasons). however, when she suggested that they have a little fun messing with those thunderclanners... whatever thunderclanners were, he was more than willing to start some trouble. from his understanding of it, they were the clan that bore the brunt of bloodclan's lashing out. either way, this fun activity was enough to make him warm up to his new bloodclan acquaintance.

however, as they traveled it became apparent that wherever they were right now was not thunderclan. it smelled like fish, and because of the icy river he could see just up ahead, he could only assume this was riverclan. they'd already slipped past the border and were headed towards the watery current, but oscar had to wonder why. "hey, are we going the right way? I thought we were going to thunderclan... also, what are we gonna do in thunderclan, exactly?" were they just gonna improvise or something? piss all over the territory? lead some dogs there? or maybe she was planning on murdering some riverclanners and leaving them on thunderclan territory... yeesh.

—— the confusion was getting to him- the city cat returned aysa's glance with some apprehension, frowning. why were they being so.. aggressive? aysa said they were allied, right? however, when a pure black tom approached and began to shed a bit more light on the situation, oscar only became more lost. "i'm afraid the two of us must've missed that, so there's some confusion over here about it. are we not allies, then?" the tom asked in his curious velvety voice, pale seafoam optics locked on the stranger. it was yes or no, simple enough. the young male showed little emotion, despite his growing wariness of those around him. if they were really enemies, then aysa and oscar were standing in the middle of enemy grounds and the shadowclan warriors could probably overpower the apprentice age felines somewhat easily- well, he wasn't sure about aysa, but definitely himself. he wasn't sure about his escaping skills and morag already seemed to dislike oscar, so he doubted she'd waste her time to help him, a 'soft' former kittypet, escape, even despite his efforts to become stronger. maybe they could just get away with being neutrals. after all, they'd just dropped off a nice gift, right?

NAME / NICKNAMES  duke / oscar

NAME ORIGIN his original name, duke, was chosen for him by twolegs, but when he left his kittypet life he chose the name oscar

AGE & AGING RATE 9 moons -- ages on the 10th real time (created at 7 moons on september 18th)

CLAN OF BIRTH + RANK born kittypet, resides in bloodclan — inferior

GENDER & SEX born as male & identifies male

SEXUALITY heteroromantic/sexual, might discover bisexuality later

RELATIONSHIP none

FAMILY mother; npc. father; npc. brother; punchline. sisters; candy, avianna

FRIENDS none

ENEMIES none

PERSONALITY oscar has a lot of ambition and obsesses over being right, due to athat subconscious belief that if he is not the best at everything or important his life will have been meaningless. he has a fear of death, a fear of not achieving anything important, and is anxious about the intentions of others- however, he keeps his true emotions under a facade, and shows none of his fears externally because he considers them weaknesses. due to his ego he is very sensitive to insults and can react impulsively if he feels like he is being attacked, usually with sarcasm and insulting the other person in return. however, if he does not respect the opinion of the person insulting him at all, or thinks he is better than them, he can laugh it off. when there is something he has an opinion on he finds it very difficult not to voice his opinion, no matter how rude it may be, and sometimes gets himself into trouble by mouthing off. however, despite his clan choice, oscar actually isn't all that attached to the idea of violence- while he might not be particularly bothered by it, he was never sadistic or going out of his way to cause pain. even if he doesn't aspire to murder for fun, however, he does enjoy a bit of messing around and really likes pranks and mischief, he's a bit of a rogue. he doesn't even really care about the clan rivalries, anyway, just himself.

— positive traits intelligent, adaptable, honest, civil

— neutral traits ambitious, determined, opinionated, roguish

— negative traits arrogant, snarky, vain, mischievous

MBTI TYPE INTJ - the architect

HOUSE slytherin

ALIGNMENT lawful evil

APPEARANCE his face is typical of a purebred american shorthair- round, with attractive features. while his shoulders used to lack the typical width and bulk present in most american shorthairs, he has gained a lot of muscle recently from training and now seems not quite bulky but lean and muscular. his coat is soft and sleek, but has become a bit ruffled from life in bloodclan, and it is shaded a mysterious jet black color from the tip of his black nose to the end of his thick tail. his eyes have a suspicious shiftiness to them that makes him seem sly, and are a refreshing light seafoam green hue beneath.(1.x)(2.x)

   — wears a shining golden cuff collar. seen in first image above

BACKSTORY updated november 16th 2017

- he was born originally as a kittypet in a twoleg household, with purebred parents bred for the purpose of creating american shorthair show-cats. the pair's litter consisted of four little kits- prince, princess, duke, and duchess. duke spent the first few months of his life as most kittypets do, more monotonous as he would have liked, and his relationship with his parents was basic but not unpleasant. he was put on the spot at cat shows as soon as he was old enough, a profession that he was uncomfortable with at first but quickly took a liking to. because of the constant attention and superiority he was convinced he had, duke's expectations were heightened and he developed some narcissism and grandiosity, which drove his innate ambition and longing for importance. it was because of these feelings that, at the age of 6 moons, when the rest of his kittypet siblings were planning to flee the twolegplace and pursue a different life, he agreed and followed them to the city streets. the idea of opportunity and adventure was too alluring for him to resist, and his main dream was to lead a clan. he changed his name to oscar and wandered the streets for about a month, teaching himself the basics of life there; how to hunt, how to avoid trouble, and that you should trust no one. after living on the streets for a month he finally decided to join bloodclan as he had heard his siblings talk about joining it earlier. sure enough, he found all of his siblings there and lived with them for only a week in bloodclan's hotel, under taboa's leadership. however, after being mistaken for a kittypet and brutally attacked by an npc clanmate, he felt ashamed and inferior because of his physical weakness, finally realizing that here he was not as powerful as he imagined, and decided to live in the loner lands for a little while instead while practicing combat moves and trying to improve his physical strength. after two months in solitude he returned to bloodclan with newfound strength, visibly stronger and with more skill in combat moves, but was quickly disappointed with their drop in members and activity.

PLOTS/IDEAS

- aspires to get a position of power- regardless of what he needs to do to get it. if he cannot achieve a position by earning it fairly some plots for this could be major clan betrayal, subtle manipulation of the situation, or flat-out forging problems to create conflict

- not as uncaring as he pretends to be, so he might develop a crush or make friends. some conflicts could be prioritizing his crush over the importance of the clan, or befriending enemies and then not wanting to harm them in battle.

- very disagreeable, so he can make a few rivals and enemies easily. if he's really committed he might even fake-join their clan so he can mess with them and make their life shit with little everyday mental tormenting.

- will be struggling with the urge to cause trouble for fun, and the knowledge that bloodclan is in a weakened state and fights would destroy them right now. might get the city cats in serious trouble by fucking with the forest clans.

- he doesn't actually dislike the other clans, since he has no reason other than the opinions of others and he wants to form his own opinions. he's open to socializing with other clanners, but wary about getting attached in case they end up fighting each other

—— so he was right about it being riverclan. the tom nodded carefully, jet black ears twitching as he listened to her explanation, a small smirk settling on his maw when she finished. to be honest he had expected something a lot more sinister, so the nature of this little venture was a bit relieving. not that he was squeamish or anything, but he didn't want to go off the deep end like his dear old brother punchline had, at least not yet. perhaps when he was more familiar with the members of bloodclan, and more convinced that he would have no reason to leave, so he wouldn't be going to one of those other clans after going psycho. his small paws stopped in his tracks as he finally reached the bank of the river, standing uncomfortably on the many tiny river pebbles. oscar could almost see the fish swim briskly by in the flowing river, and realized that they had a bit of a problem there. "uh- so, how does one go about stealing fish? i mean, there aren't really any rivers in bloodclan territory, so..." he trailed off, leaving the implication of having no clue what he was even doing. he could catch enough food to not starve, but oscar was still bad enough at hunting on land, let alone trying to grab slippery fish out of slippery waters on slippery rocks. the tom stepped a bit closer to the river, peering down at the rapids and frowning. it wasn't like they could just waltz right into riverclan camp and steal food right off of their food pile, right?