Posts by Craterfist

яєƒℓє¢тιση wrote:

too many floods!

((Isn't it glorious?))

Connor nodded. "I will, Cloud. You just rest." Connor began formulating ways to bring the eagle to a painful end.

Connor spun on his heels and put his muzzle against Raven's. His voice was cold, and his eyes held the kind of strength built from hardship.

"I am not afraid of you or any cat in your clan. You don't know what I've seen before I've come here, and I guarantee you won't come out with a sane mind if you did. Do I make myself clear?"

He held Raven's gaze with the force of a commander disciplining a young soldier who spoke out of line.

Connor narrowed his eyes. These cats were annoyances. "Trust you." He moved his muzzle next to Raven's ear.

"Not in a million fucking years. That's twelve million moons, for you clan cats."

He turned and begun to walk away. He had no time for these imbeciles.

Connor raised an eyebrow. "A relative distance? Coordinates? Come on, give me something to work with here!"

EggyMega wrote:

Hehe when are the kits born

((See the previous three posts.))

Connor walked up to the camp's entrance. He tilted his head to the side.

"I could have sworn I heard wings. Large ones too. So... who is flying?"

Connor picked up Flowingkit by the scruff of his neck, placing him back in the queen's den.

"Sorry, but not while that eagle is still outside."

Name: Connor
Species: Cat (or human, if I'm allowed)
IQ: 209
Personality: Clever, resourceful, witty, kind
Bio: (cat) Raised as a kittypet by a scientist, he learned how to read and taught himself many things about chemistry and physics. The scientist died in a lab accident, and Connor went off traveling on his own.
(Human) Born as the son to a scientist father, Connor excelled in academic studies. He traveled with his father and explored many places. Now 16, he is allowed to travel on his own.

((Am I allowed to be human here? I wanted to have some fun with my human OC.))

((Alrighty then.))

Connor walked into the forest, carrying his bags of gear. He had heard of some strange happenings in this forest, and now he was going to investigate. He had brought everything he needed: a tent, flashlight, spare batteries, matches, plenty of food and water, a... ahem....

Luggage
Accessible
Base
Of
Recording
And
Testing
Operations,
Readily
Yours

..... Basically a portable lab, and if he found himself alone, he had a woodcutting hatchet and a metal match. He had his abundant wit for whatever else he needed. He planned to set up and observe to see what was causing the strage phenomena.

Wildclaw23 wrote:

well screw me... 0.0

((What do you mean?))

((Dat acronym. 8)))

Connor tilted his head. He sat down. "Your friend? Explain please."

((Hi, Rain! Shatterheart was quite rude to me. >:())

Connor began walking down the trail. He came across a perfect clearing, and began setting up camp. He set his tent bag down in one spot, and his LAB bag down in another. He snapped his fingers, and both bags assembled themselves into two tents, one full of lab equipment, the other with an air mattress and sleeping bag.

"That was easy. Dad and I worked hard on these tents."

((A little courtesy, just a little! Is that too much to ask?))

Connor stretched and brushed down his grey tee shirt and blue jeans. He took off his fedora and brushed his blonde hair down with his hand.

"Well, I suppose I should just wait for the equipment to pick up on something." He sat down in a chair inside the spacious lab tent, pulling out a book from a drawer in a table and beginning to read it.

Connor saw a girl peering into the large lab tent. He shouted from the back of the tent. "Oy! Don't touch anything! This is very delicate equipment!"

Connor quickly got up and expertly weaved between the lab tables to get to the entrance.

"Whoa, hold up there! I didn't say you couldn't stay. Name's Connor." He smiled warmly and held out his hand.

Connor chuckled. "Well, my father is a scientist, and I've been following in his footsteps. I'm just out here to observe whatever has been happening in this forest. People have been reporting strange phenomena for a while now, so I'm very curious as to what they could have seen."

Connor just narrowed his eyes at the scene and walked off. The cat had provided a perfect distraction, and he was going to take it. He wondered how that cat was able to use telekinesis on that sword, but he could dissect him some other day. He was getting hungry. He stopped to pounce an unlucky vole near a tree. He made his way to a nice shaded spot under a tree, and began to eat his catch.

Connor looked back to see Shatterheart digging her claws into her own chest. He walked back and looked at her with a worried expression.

"Hey, uh, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Connor."