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Michael nearly burst out in laughter from Gracie's remark, reminding him of something he would say. But he clamped his hand over his mouth, shielding himself behind his dark orange wings. At least it was another one of the circus members and not the Ring Leader pulling a sick trick on them, he thought, relaxing slightly. You'd think with everything he'd seen, someone with the power to turn invisible wouldn't be all that awe-inspiring. It was, but so was everything else. It just struck him everyday that all of this was real and each time it took his breath away, both in a good and bad way.

Michael kept an eye on Lilith as he watched he float upside down. But when she winked at him, his snickering immediately stopped and he felt his face light up with a blush. He was getting more attention from the opposite gender on some jacked up circus train today than he did in a month during his normal life. And it embarrassed him. One of the few things that embarrassed Michael Jones.

"Fuck yeah!" Michael agreed as soon as the words left Fasfer's mouth. His wings snapped back to reveal his body fully again, and all feelings of embarrassment or amusement disappeared at the blink of an eye. The only things filling his eyes now was the growing light of determination, mixed with a bright sense of hope.

OOC: Same here. ^^'

The feathers on Michael's wings stuck out in a creeping fear like they did every time he heard the Ring Leader's voice. He rubbed his raw arms yet again, wincing at the pain which then hardened into anger to fuel his determination to escape this place. "When do you think we'll be able to meet up again to talk about it?" he asked Fasfer, who seemed to be the wisest and most trustworthy out of all of them.

"We have to bring Viktor," Michael murmured as he back up towards the door, opening it. Even though he didn't know the guy that well, he would be a huge help in their escapade, and besides, he seemed to want to be out of here more than anyone else. The red-head quickly returned to his car, stretching his wings casually. He held on to the wooden walls as the large box bumped around crazily, nearly knocking him off of his feet.

Michael stood around the makeshift circle the Ringmaster had made. A ghost of a smirk flitted across his face as he watched Viktor tear some sorry-sap to shreds. He got what was coming for him, he thought, returning his face back to its expressionless mask of stone. He scanned the gathering group of Freaks, looking for Fasfer, Gracie, or Lilith, knowing Viktor wouldn't be joining them for a few moments. He ran the demon horse's plan through his mind, scanning the surrounding area, trying to see if he could contribute in any way by finding a good route to escape.

[font=verdana][color=white]OOC: holy effing shit. tay, read what the winged creatures and halfies have to do and tell me you aren't experiencing deja vu. xDDD

Michael felt his heart drop into his stomach, wincing silently as he remembered the searing pain as flames rushed past him. But now he had to focus on not hitting flames and unidentified flying sharp objects that could and will most likely kill. He walked along to where the Shadows were ushering the Freaks, and he tried to casually make his way over to the two demon horses.

OOC: Yeaaahhhh...~

"You too," Michael said, a crooked grin on his face. He enjoyed the feeling of caring for others, and knowing they cared about you just as much. Sure he had had some feelings like this before the circus, but they were never as strong nor meant as much to him as now. Once we get out of here, then we can have real friendships, not constantly worrying that your new best friend might die today, he thought, heading inside the large tent.

TC: WhAt?

Gamzee wrinkled his brow, obviously not understanding what was going on. It didn't help that we had just eaten a large helping of sopor pie.

I have voted! <3

Well, if you are familiar with Twitter or Tumblr. you should be somewhat familiar with tags. If you look underneath the "Subject" part of a post or when you're creating a thread, it says "Tags". Here, you can put phrases or words, and anyone who goes to the "Tags" portion of the site (up at the top next to "Blogs" and "Shop") can search that word or phrase and whatever threads put those things in the "Tags" section of their post will show up, making it easier for some people to find threads they're needed in, which is why they put those things in their siggy.

Hope this helped!~ <3

TC: HeY, wHaT tHe MoThErFuCk Is Up NeP?

Character Name: Rainbowkit - Rainbowpaw - Rainbowheart

Character Age: 4 months

Gender: Born female but claims to be a tom-cat and she-cat.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alliance: SunClan

Rank: Kit

Appearance: Rainbowkit's name is quite misleading, to say the least. This kitten does not have a single color on her. Her pelt is thin and sleek, unlike the normally fluffy pelt of most kits. Her fur is snow white, and in contrast to her shiny pelt, her ears, toes, muzzle, and tail are a jet black. Her eyes are a dull, slate gray, like her nose, and often give off the impression that she is not paying attention, for they usually appear glazed over.

Personality: Rainbow is just a ball of sunshine. She seems to spurt of endless energy, always happy and excited and can be for absolutely no reason at all. If you were to ask her if the glass was half full or empty, she'd be the one to say the glass is beautiful, filled with air that she needs to breathe, and crystal clear water that'll nourish her body. This kit doesn't have a single bad bone in her body, and will be the last one willing to fight back in a skirmish. Everything is equal to her, and she doesn't care about appearance, personality, sexuality, gender, or species. This leads her to be quite the talkative type, chatting up anyone around her. She is very charismatic, and seems to bring positive feelings to everyone around her. But her bright mood also has a downside. It leads her to trust everyone, and when she is betrayed, it is a jarring shock, snapping her back to reality. She is also naive, and will believe most things cats tell her.
---Likes: Everything.
--- Dislikes: Nothing.
---Strengths: Tracking, climbing, swimming, running.
---Weaknesses: Fighting, isn't the assertive type, naive, gullible, too trustworthy.

Rainbowkit had been curled up comfortably to the side of the nursery, her slate gray eyes half opened. The gentle warmth of late greenleaf made the room a nice temperature, and her white and black was the short enough to keep her from perspiring.

As a new smell entered her nose, she perked up, her black ears raising and eyes opening wide to take in the area around her. There she saw a fluffy tom-cat peeking his head into the room, forest green optics looking around. Out of pure instinct, Rainbow's maw twisted into a welcoming grin, and she stood up, stretching her small body.

Obviously not shy and eager to meet the tom, she nearly danced over to him, her tail swishing in excitement. "Hi! I'm Rainbowkit, but you can call me Rainbow. Who're you?" she introduced herself, her black-tipped paws working on the ground in front of her restlessly. It wasn't that she was impatient; she just had so much pent up energy that she didn't know how else to get rid of it.

Rainbow's smile grew as she heard Creeper speak, his voice exotic and soothing to her ears. She sat down on the carpet, assuming they would be chatting for quite a bit. His statement got her mind whirling, preparing for an answer.

"Well, I only got here a few days ago. I used to live in BloodClan, but then my mom and dad didn't like the way I was turning out, so they got an apprentice to bring me here. It seems like it was a bad thing, but I think it was for the best. I like this place better; it's more- well- sunnier!" the she-kit explained, giggling slightly at the corny joke.

Even though most cats would think her short past was hard and pretty depressing, Rainbow didn't care. She had liked BloodClan- had even loved her parents- but the older she had gotten the more aware and opinionated she had become. Everything she believed in and all of her morals were the exact opposite of practically all the cats in her birth Clan. Her whiskers twitched as she contemplated telling Creeper this or not. She wasn't shy or embarrassed about her sexuality or the way she thought, but it wasn't something you just blurt out to someone you just met.

OOC: Bump

OOC: It's okay. :P

"Well, yeah they did, but if it made them happy-" Rainbowkit tried to explain to the cream-colored tom before being nearly cut off. The question surprised her, making her blink her pale eyes a few times as it sunk in. It was just he was so ready to help her, and she admired that, an approving smile flashing across her face.

"I don't want to be a burden to anyone. My parents did the right thing, though, making sure I was weaned onto fresh-kill before they moved me. So I don't really need anything- I can fetch the prey myself- but I do kinda miss the feeling of being loved so closely by your mom and dad." Her last few words were mumbled almost as though she was thinking aloud, and her gaze shifted from Creeper's face to go and watch a she-cat nose her kits together so they each could feed off of her milk.

Rainbow's eyes only widened more, her grin growing until her little pink tongue showed behind her small white teeth. "Really?!" she squeaked, her black tail sticking straight up in the air like a flag pole.

She suddenly jumped up, darting forward and burying her head in the fluffy fur on Creeper's chest, purring happily. "I'd love that! Thank you! Thank you so much!" she finally managed, her voice filled with an immeasurable amount of gratitude and happiness.

Rainbowkit's purr grew until it was nearly as loud as a lawnmower. She shut her eyes in delight as she felt Creeper's ruff tongue swipe the fuzz on the top of her head. "But you deserve it..." she insisted, taking a small step back from the tom.

She studied the tom over again, but this time, with a different perspective. She no longer saw him as a cat she had never seen before, but as someone who was gladly willing to be her parent; willing to love her and care for her and always be there for her.

"...Dad."