Posts by ARSONIST.

^{i 👏🏻 need 👏🏻 to 👏🏻 see 👏🏻 prince 👏🏻 courting 👏🏻}

^{rc; release the weapon}

^{someone, throwing ginger out; bows your chance!}

^{cinderpaw; unHOLY SCREECHING}

^{finally, some good fucking gays in my riverfam}

^{who puts their debit/credit card in catsite??}

^{i haven’t been having any problems ?? maybe it’s the internet}

^{can i get some of that sweet hot angst too ;0000}

^{"ashpaw! don’t be rude!" had came a fairly exasperated voice, approaching the two mollies as he had glanced upon newtwhisper. sure, the warrior was older than them, but that had just meant he had deserved more respect! the scarred feline had dipped his head in apology, hoping that the apprentice’s words would not rub him the wrong way. he already had to deal with the immaturity of sleetkit, don’t tell half he needed to deal with ashpaw too, not when he had defended her this much. "i’m sorry you don’t feel too good, newtwhisper." his new was soft, holding tones of sorrow in them. though, it’s not like halfkit coukd do anything anyways. he knew nothing about medicine or herbs or anything of that. he just knew that he needed to carry them when bluepaw had wished. it was the least he could do for her.}

^{the sound of retching had brought him out, wet fur clinging to his thin frame as he had approached the sick felidae. oh…cinderpaw… feeling the usual heaviness of his heart, the tom had stayed beside her, watching silently. "why don’t you see bluepaw, cinderpaw? or…are you…are you hungry?" it made sense to halfkit at the time, seeing as when larkthroat goes a little too long without giving them food the bicolored kit would puke too. it wasn’t healthy, and it shown with the rises and falls in his body as the cage that held his heart and lungs had jutted out slightly. a paw had landed softly in her back, hoping to draw out comfort as his half-lidded gaze had tried to analyze the situation further. "bluepaw should be having some herbs for your stomach, at least. keep it calm…" he had only assumed. herbs weren’t his thing and he was hopeless with plants. all he knew was the language of flowers and how to admire them while making friendly conversation with the honeybees.}

^{looking over at caspian, the ‘kit’ had let his ears fall to rest against his head. maybe he misread the context. "yes…but the way you had said it…with being sick." his words were more cautious now, eyes avoiding the two as halfkit had sat down. his body felt heavy with embarrassment despite his light frame. it looked like he was in the wrong here. "i must not have heard it right…sorry." hopefully, they can move on from this. being old was something that others had seemed to aim for, going through all of life’s trials and hardships while experiencing the good, but he simply couldn’t connect. halfkit never really wanted to see himself grow old. he feared what he may have become. his morals relied heavily upon larkthroat.}

^{all halfkit coukd focus on was his paws, dipped in crimson. he could already smell the metallic scent that hung to his ivory claws, dulled amber staring down in shame. his body was feeling more heavy by the second, eye glossed over with hidden tears. he…he hadn’t wanted to…he never would have wanted to someone. he could still feel some of the residing anger in him with tatteredkit had gotten in the way, the demon in him screaming in the fact his task had been ruined. that it couldn’t have been his commander’s exact words. he thought…he thought if he just gave sleetkit a little scratch they could all eat earlier! or maybe he was being so damn selfish. so selfish to hurt another to feed himself. each harsh word thrown at him had caused his body to tense up, flinching at the horrid name he had been given. but he said nothing. after all, he was only half a cat. he didn’t deserve sympathy. he was not born in the light. his breath was shaky and all he wanted to do was disappear. ”i…i didn’t…i just…i thought…" he couldn’t even get a damn sentence over! words stumbling over words, the kit had quickly shut his trap, pulling his head into his malnourished frame. was larkthroat happy now? that’s what should matter…larkthroat was the only one to take care of him…he should keep reminding himself that.}

^{the hufflepuff had been fairly glad to escape home, making friends with the elves and offering them his assistance. alfie covac was a little late to joining hogwarts, attending when he had been aged a bit, though still a student. black hair, wild with bedhead, and white bandages around his left eye had appeared shortly. a black and yellow scarf hung loosely around his neck as his robes tried their best to fit to his lithe frame. the train had been relaxing to him, the small bumps lulling him to relaxation as his breathing had slowed ever so softly. his attention was much more focused upon the outside world, the green passing by within seconds. a calico had been his companion to the school, his caretaker deciding it would be best if alfie didn’t have to go truly alone. he was much closer with honeybee than anyone else he had known, often overhearing how his caretaker would describe alfie as someone who had shared a strange yet mystical bond with the feline. the cat purred softly on the boy’s lap, his luggage not too far away. he enjoyed having the little room to himself, letting honeybee and him share their silent conversations. though, his knuckles could not feel the soft fur of his companion, having been wrapped as well. he was glad that many of the bandages could be hidden underneath his black sweater, the robes only offering more warmth and coverage. he preferred it like that.}

^{unlike chasingpaw, halfkit was much more philosophical. he supposed it had let his mind work while still keeping to his beliefs quietly. he never had to share his thoughts when he thought more deeply, just staying quiet and solemn. often, the apprentice aged kit had been out as well, into the late nights as he had dipped into the waters and pretended that he was nothing but that. water drifting lazily. of course, he wasn’t. he was a cat. or…half of one. an amber hue had reflected the stars’ songs, the lights in the sky shining and dimming softly. he often wished to be a star. halfkit admired them, and it seemed that so did many others. if he was a star…they would admire him too. they wouldn’t notice that one side of him hadn’t shown as bright. they’d still make wishes upon him. when he was truly young, blessed to still have both eyes, he made wishes on stars and dandelions with his mother. however, his wishes had never seem to come true. had it been that he was cursed from the very beginning? "i heard the stars make people sentimental." came the mew of the scarred feline, though falling silent soon enough. as if he had never existed at all. his skinny frame had rested softly against the grass, away from the trio. eye never tearing away from the stars. he couldn’t, as if he were to look away for a second they’d be gone. the stars were the only thing he had left of his mother. was she up there in this clan’s supposed ‘starclan’? he doubted it. life was life, there was nothing more to it. they’ll die, and then they’ll get another life, and they’ll die in that one too. that’s just how this worked. who would even want to be trapped in the sky for eternity? that had seemed more like a punishment that a paradise that these cats made it out to be. halfkit would rather be in the ground looking up and admiring the stars, not looking down and wistfully staring down at those who lived.}

^{oof y’all move fast}

^{what’s the new angst we’re planning???}

^{the kidnap games, featuring bloodclan and riverclan}

^{the contestants? everyone}

^{i’m fucking screaming}

^{why can i never keEP UP WITH THIS CHAT THREAD CAN YALL CALM D O W N}

^{i had a thought about halfkit being happy and in a healthy relationship}

^{how does THAT PLOT SOUND FOR YALL SINNERS}

^{?? yes??? do it}

^{i want fox happy and loved}

^{i love fox with my whole heart and he deserves all the joy and love in the world}

^{you can’t change my mind}

^{i just realized i haven’t even put up an open thread here lmao}