Posts by Asheart

Blink blink. Is this how Windclanners usually act? Ticktock just stared, playing with his dingy collar. Finally spoke up.

"Is this how you usually act?"

"I'm on everybody's side, Ms. Marigold. I'm joining different clans for a reason. One you wouldn't understand." The usually calm tom's stance changed. He stood tall, eyes narrowed.

"Oh. Alright." So, most cats aren't in their right mind? That could be useful in the future.

"Soooo....why are you messing with worms anyway?"

Ticktock was pissed.

After what happened with the volcano, he couldn't leave camp for a bit. Due to that, Operation Kickbutt MegaClan was put on hold. Maybe it was for the best, though. He really didn't talk to anybeast, so this was a good opportunity to catch up.

Ticktock decided it was high time to walk over to the two creatures talking. "Sup. Whatcha got there?"

"Well shit, dude. That was nice of you. Oh, and your leader."

Ticktock smacked himself mentally for not being more formal. Especially around a deputy. Maybe she didn't give a crap. Whatever. At least they had supplies now.

"Shit, dude. Everybeast's been giving us stuff lately. Gives me the good vibes."

Ticktock had been doing...whatever he does on his downtime, and had noticed the dorky little tom walking. He thought he was a cutie patootie, and had walked over without even noticing. Now I had just seen the gifts, and the grin on his face only got bigger.

"You don't have to say goodbye, you know."

Ticktock had accidentally stumbled on the scene, and had watched them for a while. Maybe he could recruit them...

"I mean, if you join my cause, you wouldn't have to say goodbye..."

"Thanks dude. You da bessssstttttt..." A little grin appeared on his face.

"Kittypet? Motherfucker, I ain't no kittypet. I'm a fucking WindClanner, I just like wearing collars." He hissed. Maybe he had approached the wrong cat...

"What I'm talking about is Operation Kickbutt MegaClan."

"Shit, what happened?"

Ticktock's head was pounding. Where the hell was he? The place looked barren. His eyes widened when he saw a mangled corpse right beside him. He scrambled backwards wildly. Did he do this? Had he gone?...

Shit.

He had to get out of there fast. Back to WindClan. Back home, where he could get high on catmint and forget about what had occured. Unless the catmint brought all the memories. Whatever. He just wanted to get out of this shithole.

"Uh...no." Okay, this is awkward. This she-cat was talking to him like he was a clanmate. He also find it weird that she had not seen the corpse just sitting there. "Well, I gotta scudaddle. You know... clan stuff." The tom backed up a bit, about ready to rush off.

"OkayletmeexplainIkindawentintoragemodeandshithappened..." Ticktock was rushing to explain his actions. She probably wouldn't believe him, but hey, can't blame a guy for trying, right? Roshen knew was dead. So. Fucking. Dead.

It had been awhile since Ticktock had left camp. He was still rather depressed over the accidental killing of the tom in ShadowClan territory. Nowadays, he would just lay in his moss bed, staring blankly at nothing. The young tom had only left camp due to convincing by some of his clanmates to go out and hunt.

The skinny male sighed, his leather collar hanging loosely around his neck. He really didn't want be out here. Why couldn't they have left him alone to pout?

Ticktock looked around, only to see an albino lioness looking at some crate. He stared at her for a minute, only to realize it was Padme. He had never officially met her, but he had heard enough about her to recognize her. He walked over, preparing to say hello, only to get distracted by the balloons.

"What are...those...?" He pawed at one, only for it to burst from his claws poking it. Paint now rested on his paw. Ticktock made a disguisted face. He hated having anything sticky on his paws.

{I have returned from the dead! And this post is super long.}

Ticktock sighed as he walked on the moors. He had finally decided to eat something, even if it was a skinny rabbit. His stomach rumbled for more, but he ignored it. Food isn't what he needed right now. What he needed was to get the memories out of his head.

As he walked, he began to notice prints leading away from WindClan territory. His eyes narrowed. Who had made these prints? His question was answered when he saw the note. Reading it through, it seemed to be from a beast named Gabriel. He didn't know anybeast by that name, but it didn't seem to matter. The note didn't seem directed at him anyway. That is, until he read the last part.

There's a dead body at the end of the paw prints.

Ticktock suddenly felt the urge to barf.

Let's just say Ticktock did not want to be here.

Really, why did he have to go again? He heard one of the cats tell him it would be good for him to get out and interact with other cats. Ticktock, of course, disagreed. He wanted to stay in his moss bed and stare at the walls for a couple of hours. Can a tom not even do that these days?

He sighed, curling his tail around his paws. It was going to be a loooong night...

{Open, I guess?}

Ticktock was not okay with this. At all.

The skinny tom had bolted a fair distance to get away from the splashing of paint everywhere, but he still managed to get splotches of paint on his fur.

"Really?" he muttered, half tempted to groom his fur. Then again he didn't want to get more sick than he was. He watched as more clanmates joined the "paint party." Hearing Happykit's comments, he scoffed.

"Some of us don't like to get their fur dirty, 'kay? Really, I came out here to hunt, and suddenly I'm covered in paint," He shuddered a bit at the hunting part, as he just imagined the dead body of his prey. The urge to barf came to the front of his mind.

Screw it, tracking this for now. Might write somefin later.

Things I'm up for:
-Literally anything.

Important things to know about Ticktock:

-The kid has necrophobia, the fear of dead things. Hunting and eating is hard for him.
-He may or may not have PTSD.
-Right now, he's a depressed wreck.

Ticktock was, as per usual, doing absolutely nothing. As he always did, he was avoiding the freshkill pile as much as he could. He didn't want to hack up his stomach contents.

As the skinny tom paced around, he noticed a small...something digging a hole. He blinked, staring long and hard at the creature for a few seconds. Maybe I should go say hi? he thought. Yeah, let's do that.

Ticktock walked over, leaning down a little to get to the lizard's level. "Whatcha ya doing there?"

"Okay, what the hell."

Today had been a good day for Ticktock. He was able to eat, relax, hang out with a few npcs, just have a grand ol' time. Really, it HAD been. Then SOMEBEAST (not gonna name names) had to ruin it for him.

"Seriously?" The skinny tom growled out, moving out of the way strange machines. "If I have to move my * again..." He had already had to move his oddly colored stick and other strange objects to make room for more warriors, he was NOT moving them again.

{This post is crap, Ticktock is grouchy, and I'm done with life.}