Posts by fern0389

[this is a whatever thread. just drop your character in and meet other WindClanners! pantokit needs some new friends, and I have an extra character bond so if anyone is interested pm me!]

PANTOMIME--kit--windclan--mollyxmoriarty--perpetually pessimistic--nokill

Pantokit was simply sulking around camp as usual, contemplating the extent of the stupidity and monotony of his life. Again.

Pantokit was a sultry type, usually silent but always brooding. On gloomy grey days like this, his thoughts changed with the weather. Now he was simply bored and wanting, for once, to socialize.

[[it is a music of a people who will not be slaves again ;) God I love Les Mis... Favorite character?]]

Pantokit arched one cinnamon-colored eyebrow, for once looking a little flattered at the company of kits and apprentices that had gathered around him. Even Wingpaw the advisor. "Hello," he said in his monotone voice, putting in definite effort to be friendly. "I am Pantokit. My mother is the Medicine Cat Apprentice here. "Yes, I agree," the kit said to Michaelkit. The kit looked familiar, but sometimes all of these repetitive faces blurred together in his mind.

He then turned his dark copper eyes to Filigreekit. Hm. He did not recognize that face. A newcomer perhaps?

[mikka-- I think Filigree and Pantomine would be awesome friends, Panto is kind of a judgmental brood-er, maybe he could be rude to Filigree and he could stand up for himself and they could become friends. PM me if interested!!]

[[Lol Gavroche is so cute, but I am a Javert fan /hides]]

Pantokit studied Filligreekit's face for a moment, taking in the less-than-enthusiastic smile. Interesting. He made eye contact with the tomkit then looked to his other companions. "Mollypaw is the Medicine Cat Apprentice here," he said slightly dismissively. He loved his mother, but he was tired of people talking about his parents. It seemed very few at the same affection for his father Moriartyvillain that Pantokit held. And, as Moriarty liked to say, if you don't want to hear what someone has to say, don't listen to them.

Bumpy bump.
Finished my application. (:

I like taking actors or songs that I like and seeing what makes them interesting to me. I have one character based loosely off Paget Brewster who just does and says strange things because she finds it amusing to herself, and doesn't care what others think of her.
You could also have characters with developmental disorders, or behavioral ones with autism-like symptoms. That has such varied effects that the sky is the limit.
Also, overly pessimistic or judgmental characters can be fun, just thinking of witty things for them to say or think.

[PRIVATE THREAD just Fern and Mikka here (:]

Pantokit saw the kit again, the one he hadn't recognized before. The one who had just looked him straight on with that bemused little smile. It had been strange, he had felt his usual distaste, but at the same time, something connected in his mind. Like he had been looking for this kit since he had been born. Like he was a piece of the puzzle.

Little did Pantokit know that he had finally met the receptor of his mental bond. The two had weakly been feeling each others emotions since they entered the world, but now that they had made contact, exchanged glances, the connection was complete. They would soon be hearing each other's thoughts, and feeling each other's pain.

Pantokit tucked his solid cinnamon tail underneath pristine white paws. He did not know what to make of this strange connection he had found, but he was not about to lose his cool. He watched the tomkit with eyebrow raised once again, judging every movement, desperate to understand. To the onlooker, Pantokit looked very sour indeed, positively disgusted with his environment and such. But Pantokit was merely thinking. He could care less about what he looked like, and that nosy onlooker could go **** himself. Just a thought.

PANTOMIME

Pantokit felt a little surge of excitement at the sound of his father's voice. He had always felt a kinship with the tom, their shared pessimism and intolerance for bullshit always making Pantokit feel right at home. Not that he was going to tell his father that. Pantokit knew exactly how his father would react to speeches of endearment, as it was exactly how Pantokit would react.

"Welcome home, Father," he said flatly, sitting up straight with his cinnamon tail flicking slightly across his white paws. He met the tom's eyes, taking in exactly what was going on. Interesting.

Pantokit turned to face Wingpaw, taking her in. A cat who had risen to her standing at her age had to hold some interest for him. "Just taking in the stifling predictability and monotony that is this camp. More of the same." He flashed a stinging smile, shiny teeth pure white, not yet tainted by the blood of a living creature.

[I just remembered that Pantokit suffers from night terrors so poor Fill will have to deal with that too sometimes haha.]

So he sees me as well. Filligreekit and Pantokit seemed to be having a showdown, but Pantokit decided enough was enough. He stood abruptly and started walking towards Filligreekit. He was getting closer to the tomkit, and still had not decided what exactly he was going to say to the feline he felt he knew from another life, that he was somehow meant to know this cat.

Pantokit sure as hell wasn't going to say that. Ridiculous.

Now he was standing in front of the deep grey kit, staring at him for a moment, dark amber eyes taking him in once more. What was it about this kit that had his mind so twisted and jumbled, thoughts rolling over thoughts?

"Hello." Good start.

Oh dear God.
Hide and seek. That was not what Pantokit had had in mind, but, as this seemed to be the only way he was going to engage the interest of his companions, he may as well.
"Well why not. We shall play hide and go seek," he announced, bemused smirk on his face.

[ahh I hate typing these from my phone.]

Now that was interesting.
Pantokit cocked his head sarcastically. "Oh dear, the kitten has claws." He smiled meanly. "I was simply instigating a conversation with a compatriot, and do not deserve such extreme verbal abuse." He was speaking with exaggerated annoyance, all the while smirking.

"And I would be loathe to say I particularly want to talk to you. I was simply.. Investigating. I was a bit curious as to who you were, and frankly, what exactly your relationship to me is, but I see now that my attempts were frivolous, as you certainly do not seem to wish to talk to me."

Pantokit was annoyed, but a little amused. From what he had seen, he had conjured an outburst very unlike this newcomers regular personality. But at the same time he felt slightly guilty, deep in the back of his mind. Pantokit had never felt remorse for pissing someone off. This was new.

Pantokit looked over the group gone silent. "Well someone has to count, don't they?" he snapped.
He looked to them all with eyes widened obnoxiously. Whatever.

He sat back on his heels, closed his judgmental amber eyes, and tipped his head to the sky. "ONE, TWO, THREE....", he howled.

"Pantokit, son of Mollypaw and Moriartyvillain. My mother is the medicine cat apprentice here."

"And I do think that you know as well as I do that we have some other relation. I haven't the slightest idea what it might be," he said tightly, now a little bit more his old self, that is, an angry, judgmental, antisocial, rude kit with who felt himself superior to his fellows. Wonderful.

Not only that, but he was feeling a bit self-conscious, which made him even more irritable. Perhaps this connection he had felt with this kit was some perverted fantasy, not a shared moment of enlightenment. What was going on?

"FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT..."

This was getting a tad old. But he could still hear the scampering of kit paws so he determined it would be better to keep counting.

I am going to a themed Halloween party the weekend before, so I have two costumes.
Theme is Dark Fairytale, so everyone is putting their own spin on a classic fairytale character or story. I am Gothic Belle from Beauty and the Beast. My best friend is knife-murdering Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

For Halloween I and going to be an FBI agent, so are two of my friends. We like crime shows lol.

It might be a chocolate or seal lynx point, looks like it has some stripes. But who knows haha.

[nice post :O]

On mobile expect very little. Sorry :\

Pantokit narrowed his eyes once more. This was curious. The tomkit seemed to be experoemcong some moodswings. Was he being sarcastic anout the psychological bond? It was what Panto had been thinking, but too scared to say.

He seemed sincere. "Yes, I have heard of such things. They are rare but I suppose it is not impossible. I guess we should count ourselves lucky that we met each other, and are not sharing this connectiom with a stranger a world away."

Indeed Pantokit did feel lucky. Now that the shock was gone, he felt somehow fulfilled. In the cliche way of putting it, he felt that some part of him had been missing, but now one more piece fit together. He felt a little more stable. Almost like a small part of his life had been lost, but he had gained this new piece, not quite part of him, but there nonetheless. Like a prosthetic arm or something. It was new, and sorely needed.

At twenty, Pantokit opened his eyes sharply, his black pupils dilating quickly go the change in light. The sun slanted into his face.

He slunk along the line of heather, nose in the air to catch the scents, feeling quite ridiculous. His tail fluffed against the wind as he passed beneath the only tree on the landscape. Surely someone was hiding up there. He chose to not look up. He walked past cooly, until he snapped his head up to meet the eyes of Wingpaw. He flashed and evil grin. "Gotcha. Now you have to help me find the others." Yeah that was probably joe this game worked. How the hell would Pantokit know?

Pantokit crept around a corner, nose up for any unfamiliar scents. He was getting the sweet, earthy smell of the heather, and the spice of the wind, but no cats. Not at that moment.

[lol silver if this ends up just us]

Pantokit mentally took a step back. He understood this cat's sentiments, which scared him even more than the sudden emotional tension. Like whoa.

But he laughed at the comment about his anger. "Unlikely," he said with a half smile. He doesn't even know half the crap he will be dealing with, Pantokit thought bitterly, thinking about his hypnagogia. Night terrors.

So he had a psychological bond with this cat. Ok. Pantokit had wrapped his head around that. But what exactly did that mean? Did he feel is pain? Obviously they felt each others' emotions and mood. That was why Pantokit was feeling so, hm, maybe open is the word?

But did he truly become this cat? Could he see his individual thoughts and ideas, or literally bleed his blood? This would require some examining.

[anyway, I need some new friends here, most of my old ones have left or kinda forgotten about me haha.
you read any book series? tv shows? Halloween plans? Favorite Avenger? :'D I'm like interviewing you lol.]