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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 24, 2018 18:22:06 GMT -5
Welcome! If you're here, I'm assuming you're wanting to join ValleyClan. However, if you're going to join please make sure you have read through the entirety of the main page as it contains information pertinent to joining. I'll be posting some of that information here, but it'd be extremely helpful if you read through the main page anyway.
 claim-a-cat This is a claim-a-cat clan. Eventually I will open it up to original characters but at the moment, it is solely claim-a-cat. If you are really dying to create an original character, please PM me and we can talk about it.
When you claim one of the cats, please make sure you have read through the relationships section to understand if they are having a relationship, who it is with, if they are a mentor, who they're mentoring, and who their family is. If you are uncomfortable with playing an LGBTQ+ character then do not claim one. I will not be editing relationships because of your preferences. There are plenty of straight characters to choose from.
form name | screen name
three or more personality traits
other
role-play sample
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 24, 2018 18:30:04 GMT -5
ValleyClan is now officially open for joining.
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Post by Sand on Feb 24, 2018 19:38:52 GMT -5
Firepatch | Sand
melodramatic, feisty, vivacious
the queen xx'
role-play sample: vv; below in spoiler
With a listless roll of her amber eyes, Partridgehop padded alongside Nightwhisper, only to grow more curious of the fellow warrior. From what she had heard, he wasn't one with words. If anything, he seemed more reticent yet mundane at the same time. She didn't mind that he didn't talk too much for she could talk as long or not at all. Carefully eyeing Blizzardstar's patrol, the feline couldn't help but mutter some words. "Looks like we have a visitor." A faint scowl followed as her eyes narrowed cautiously.
Brushing the sight of Luka off, she turned her head towards the tabby tom besides her nonchalantly compared to her surly comment. "Is there any place you find fit for hunting today, Nightwhisper? Do you have a preference?" the silver patched tabby inquired before her muddy orbs fell upon him.
A more private kind of cat, Partridgehop really did keep to herself. Despite her canny remarks, she felt that being on her own was the best, clever decision she had made in moons. While growing up, her littermates were, to put it frankly, weak. Her mother and father? Cowardly as well. If someone wanted to come out on top, it would be the patched tabby herself. The thoughts of her blood family weren't frequent and when she did think of them, it was just as brief as their lives together had transpired.
However, she found hunting with her clanmate to be more important and appealing. She didn't know what to think of Nightwhisper yet other than she had noticed her comment of "little one" sent him into a silent tizzy. Discreetly, she was satisfied with herself. Of course she wasn't going to say anything about it, at least not yet. Surely there would be a moment reserved for another taunt of Patridgehop's.
"It might help us out if we don't stroll too much," the feline noted coolly.
Picking up the pace, the senior warrior didn't bother to glance back at her denmate. He could take care of himself like she could do the same for herself. If he needed anything, he would say the word. Otherwise, she was going to continue on the path to StarClan knows where and relish in the sun. Rabbitwhisker | Sand
witty, adamant, spiteful
n/a
role-play sample - included in form above |
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 24, 2018 19:56:05 GMT -5
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Post by whispering on Feb 25, 2018 15:20:09 GMT -5
Frogpaw | whispering
Intelligent, Bashful, Insecure
N/A
role-play sample
Love. A feeling everyone is told to have experienced at some point in their lifetime. A word every kit is told to by their mothers and fathers. But that's where they lied. Not everyone felt loved at some point in their life. Not everyone was told by their parents that they were loved. Love is an emotion that the 'lucky' ones experienced. Those were the stories they always told you- the ones about the 'lucky' born - but no one seemed to care about those who weren't lucky enough to experience love. Hmph, I don't blame them much, quite honestly. It's a sad and pitiful story. The story of how Storm wasn't very 'lucky' growing up. And never got the love I deserved. Not like everyone else. And sure, tell me what you want. You'll find it soon enough in life, but nothing, nothing, can ever replace the feeling of rejection from someone you loved dearly. No matter how bad they treated you, you loved them. No matter how hard you try to deny it.
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Rain poured down onto the forest floor. The freshly fallen water giving life to the plants, but misery to those within them. The rain was the cause of the fresh and healthy greenery that gave the creatures refuge. For once, the forest was truly alive.
A wide river sloshed hungrily at the earth that blocked it on either side. The brown waters sweeping anything, if not everything, into its wild depths. Just feet away from the dangerous waters, a tiny figure stood. Wide, blue oculars fixed intently at the brown, murky, water. The creature's coat slick to its sides from standing out in the ran for so long. The river was no place for a young cat like he, but he didn't care. This, was when the forest was most beautiful.
When the winds howled viciously, and the lightning's claws scored deep into the sky when thunder rumbled maliciously and the rain came pelting down. Yes, storms like these were dangerous, but they created life for the forest. And the young predator was intrigued by it. Despite the wetness and cold of the rain that made him shiver, he adored it. What would life be without storms like these? Giving a triumphant yowl, the young feline began to prance around in the now soaked forest. Keeping his distance with the river, but enjoying the sloshing sounds of the mud. As well as the mischevious, yet familiar, pitter-patter of the rain as it came pouring down. A joyous laughter escaped the little tom as he played. For once feeling happy. The most happiness he had felt in moons.
"Storm!"
But happiness didn't last forever for this young feline. Now going back to what I had stated earlier, not everyone experienced love from those they were informed to be. But instead, for the unlucky ones, rejection. And Storm no doubt was an unlucky kitten.
The dark pelted cat froze mid-play. Glancing up in regret, forcing the fear down as he turned towards the newcomer. Head bowed in respect. In the midst of the storm, venomous green eyes glared down at the young tom. Storm's happiness draining as a much bigger black female made her way towards him. Distaste and anger clear in her expression. Not the concerned and annoyed look he had, possibly, been hoping for. The tom lowered to his belly as she neared. Remembering the rules.
"What do you think you're doing out here in this rain? Do you not remember what I told you this morning? Have you not learned your lesson yet?" The feminines voice was rough and raspy. Her black fur standing on end in her rage and tail lashing back and forth. The same uneasiness began to well up inside of Storm, who was now shivering, with his fur soaked in mud. Fear beginning to tickle his pelt at the older felines words. Forcing himself not to tremble this time.
"Just pitiful," She spat, beginning to pace in front of Storm. "A disgrace you are. To even think that I could ever birth a son as pitiful as you. Your father was lucky he could get away while he could." The scorn in her voice made Storm shrink bat, hurt clear in his eyes. Thunder rumbled as he looked up to meet his mother's fiery green eyes. And despite his fear, he wasn't going to let her just talk to him like this. He wasn't a disgrace he just needed a break from the den, that was all. "Moth, I-"
A hiss split the air as thunder once more made the ground beneath them tremble. Wrong choice. Storm thought, instantly regretting his actions. Moth's claws unsheathing as she charged towards the young tom. "You will learn to obey me!"
Storm, quick as he could, dodged to the side. Giving a shriek as his mother's outstretched claws scored his flank. Moth glared back over at him, teeth still bared. The hatred clear in her green eyes. Then Storm felt a feeling he had never felt before. It was... anger. Despite how Moth treated him, he had never felt angry with his mother before. Yes, she got pretty mean sometimes, but never-ever- to the point where she physically harmed him. Before Moth could launch at him again, Storm took off running. Completely blind to the rain that spattered into his eyes.
An angry yowl sounded from behind him and Storm ran faster. Then the ground beneath him vanished. And his hearing was deafened by the rushing of water. Then icy claws surrounded him on either side. Water rushing into his ears, eyes, and nose. The air escaping his body in bubbles, Storm making a gurgling sound as he struggled to breathe. His legs kicking out in helpless thrashes as he fought desperately to get back to the surface. But it just wasn't enough. Floating miserably with the river as consciousness slowly left him. And then everything went black.
And after that, there was no more happiness, no more love, no more anything. Nothing left inside him but a burning hate. A hatred for his mother. Hatred for the storms. A hatred for love.
Jaytail | whispering
Tranquill, Candid, Loyal
N/A
role-play sample (above ^)
Leafkit | whispering
Introvert, Aware, Creative
N/A
role-play sample (above ^)
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 25, 2018 21:41:20 GMT -5
Sand whispering unfortunately today has been extremely hectic so I havenโt been on, but Iโll check out both of your forms tomorrow!
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 26, 2018 10:46:30 GMT -5
Firepatch | Sand
pos, neut, neg
n/a
role-play sample: vv; below in spoiler
With a listless roll of her amber eyes, Partridgehop padded alongside Nightwhisper, only to grow more curious of the fellow warrior. From what she had heard, he wasn't one with words. If anything, he seemed more reticent yet mundane at the same time. She didn't mind that he didn't talk too much for she could talk as long or not at all. Carefully eyeing Blizzardstar's patrol, the feline couldn't help but mutter some words. "Looks like we have a visitor." A faint scowl followed as her eyes narrowed cautiously.
Brushing the sight of Luka off, she turned her head towards the tabby tom besides her nonchalantly compared to her surly comment. "Is there any place you find fit for hunting today, Nightwhisper? Do you have a preference?" the silver patched tabby inquired before her muddy orbs fell upon him.
A more private kind of cat, Partridgehop really did keep to herself. Despite her canny remarks, she felt that being on her own was the best, clever decision she had made in moons. While growing up, her littermates were, to put it frankly, weak. Her mother and father? Cowardly as well. If someone wanted to come out on top, it would be the patched tabby herself. The thoughts of her blood family weren't frequent and when she did think of them, it was just as brief as their lives together had transpired.
However, she found hunting with her clanmate to be more important and appealing. She didn't know what to think of Nightwhisper yet other than she had noticed her comment of "little one" sent him into a silent tizzy. Discreetly, she was satisfied with herself. Of course she wasn't going to say anything about it, at least not yet. Surely there would be a moment reserved for another taunt of Patridgehop's.
"It might help us out if we don't stroll too much," the feline noted coolly.
Picking up the pace, the senior warrior didn't bother to glance back at her denmate. He could take care of himself like she could do the same for herself. If he needed anything, he would say the word. Otherwise, she was going to continue on the path to StarClan knows where and relish in the sun. Rabbitwhisker | Sand
witty, adamant, spiteful
n/a
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 26, 2018 10:47:27 GMT -5
Frogpaw | whispering
Intelligent, Bashful, Insecure
N/A
role-play sample
Love. A feeling everyone is told to have experienced at some point in their lifetime. A word every kit is told to by their mothers and fathers. But that's where they lied. Not everyone felt loved at some point in their life. Not everyone was told by their parents that they were loved. Love is an emotion that the 'lucky' ones experienced. Those were the stories they always told you- the ones about the 'lucky' born - but no one seemed to care about those who weren't lucky enough to experience love. Hmph, I don't blame them much, quite honestly. It's a sad and pitiful story. The story of how Storm wasn't very 'lucky' growing up. And never got the love I deserved. Not like everyone else. And sure, tell me what you want. You'll find it soon enough in life, but nothing, nothing, can ever replace the feeling of rejection from someone you loved dearly. No matter how bad they treated you, you loved them. No matter how hard you try to deny it.
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Rain poured down onto the forest floor. The freshly fallen water giving life to the plants, but misery to those within them. The rain was the cause of the fresh and healthy greenery that gave the creatures refuge. For once, the forest was truly alive.
A wide river sloshed hungrily at the earth that blocked it on either side. The brown waters sweeping anything, if not everything, into its wild depths. Just feet away from the dangerous waters, a tiny figure stood. Wide, blue oculars fixed intently at the brown, murky, water. The creature's coat slick to its sides from standing out in the ran for so long. The river was no place for a young cat like he, but he didn't care. This, was when the forest was most beautiful.
When the winds howled viciously, and the lightning's claws scored deep into the sky when thunder rumbled maliciously and the rain came pelting down. Yes, storms like these were dangerous, but they created life for the forest. And the young predator was intrigued by it. Despite the wetness and cold of the rain that made him shiver, he adored it. What would life be without storms like these? Giving a triumphant yowl, the young feline began to prance around in the now soaked forest. Keeping his distance with the river, but enjoying the sloshing sounds of the mud. As well as the mischevious, yet familiar, pitter-patter of the rain as it came pouring down. A joyous laughter escaped the little tom as he played. For once feeling happy. The most happiness he had felt in moons.
"Storm!"
But happiness didn't last forever for this young feline. Now going back to what I had stated earlier, not everyone experienced love from those they were informed to be. But instead, for the unlucky ones, rejection. And Storm no doubt was an unlucky kitten.
The dark pelted cat froze mid-play. Glancing up in regret, forcing the fear down as he turned towards the newcomer. Head bowed in respect. In the midst of the storm, venomous green eyes glared down at the young tom. Storm's happiness draining as a much bigger black female made her way towards him. Distaste and anger clear in her expression. Not the concerned and annoyed look he had, possibly, been hoping for. The tom lowered to his belly as she neared. Remembering the rules.
"What do you think you're doing out here in this rain? Do you not remember what I told you this morning? Have you not learned your lesson yet?" The feminines voice was rough and raspy. Her black fur standing on end in her rage and tail lashing back and forth. The same uneasiness began to well up inside of Storm, who was now shivering, with his fur soaked in mud. Fear beginning to tickle his pelt at the older felines words. Forcing himself not to tremble this time.
"Just pitiful," She spat, beginning to pace in front of Storm. "A disgrace you are. To even think that I could ever birth a son as pitiful as you. Your father was lucky he could get away while he could." The scorn in her voice made Storm shrink bat, hurt clear in his eyes. Thunder rumbled as he looked up to meet his mother's fiery green eyes. And despite his fear, he wasn't going to let her just talk to him like this. He wasn't a disgrace he just needed a break from the den, that was all. "Moth, I-"
A hiss split the air as thunder once more made the ground beneath them tremble. Wrong choice. Storm thought, instantly regretting his actions. Moth's claws unsheathing as she charged towards the young tom. "You will learn to obey me!"
Storm, quick as he could, dodged to the side. Giving a shriek as his mother's outstretched claws scored his flank. Moth glared back over at him, teeth still bared. The hatred clear in her green eyes. Then Storm felt a feeling he had never felt before. It was... anger. Despite how Moth treated him, he had never felt angry with his mother before. Yes, she got pretty mean sometimes, but never-ever- to the point where she physically harmed him. Before Moth could launch at him again, Storm took off running. Completely blind to the rain that spattered into his eyes.
An angry yowl sounded from behind him and Storm ran faster. Then the ground beneath him vanished. And his hearing was deafened by the rushing of water. Then icy claws surrounded him on either side. Water rushing into his ears, eyes, and nose. The air escaping his body in bubbles, Storm making a gurgling sound as he struggled to breathe. His legs kicking out in helpless thrashes as he fought desperately to get back to the surface. But it just wasn't enough. Floating miserably with the river as consciousness slowly left him. And then everything went black.
And after that, there was no more happiness, no more love, no more anything. Nothing left inside him but a burning hate. A hatred for his mother. Hatred for the storms. A hatred for love.
Jaytail | whispering
Tranquill, Candid, Loyal
N/A
role-play sample (above ^)
Leafkit | whispering
Introvert, Aware, Creative
N/A
role-play sample (above ^) |
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Post by Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด on Mar 6, 2018 17:00:01 GMT -5
Blackfoot | Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด Dutiful, witty, but overly-proud -- role-play sample -- This was not the first time that one of his warriors was slacking on the job. He knew it was a tedious job to just sit there and watch over the camp from the various stations, but it was even worse when there were other cats pestering his cats that were on duty! Heaving a sigh as he quietly stood up, the tom quietly watched as the tom sat and spoke with the she-cat who was on duty. Of course, today would be the day he decides to shake the thistles out of his brain and actually talk to her.
About time, though he could have picked a better time to do it. The older tom noted with a scowl. He prowled closer to the pair before sitting behind the tom who was happily chatting away with the she-cat guard. " If you're quite finished, I would like to have my guard back on duty. Do you mind? " Blackfoot knew he wasn't the most intimidating cat, but he was definitely too proud to be anything but hard on the cats of the clan. He enjoyed his job, and he enjoyed getting praise from his leader whenever they felt the need to praise the Guards. He took pride in his ability to lead them, and so he would fight tooth and nail to protect that honor. -- Spottedkit was quietly playing outside with a mossball when she saw a shadow from overhead. Through the leaves and branches of the trees above her, she could see the retreating form of wings and feathers beyond them. Her eyes widened in awe and she squeaked, abandoning the small toy in favor of returning to the nursery to show her mother and sister. I should show them!"Mom! Honeykit! I saw a... A.. A.. A bird! It was sooooo huge! And it flew like 'whooosh', right over the trees! Mom, mom, come on! I think I saw a feather falling! I wanna catch it! " Spottedkit let herself show just how excited and happy to see it she was. -- Briskflower quickly bowed her head, ducking out past the guards that were on duty and padded out from the camp into the forest with the apprentice. The poor cats mentor needed a cat to protect them white they hunted for herbs, so Briskflower volunteered -- and as it was, was currently regretting her decision. The apprentice just wouldn't stop talking, bombarding the poor hunter with question upon question about her duties and rambling on as if they had gotten a hold of catmint. " Calm yourself, please. One question at a time, okay? " Briskflower found it slightly hilarious that the young cat was so interested in a position that they didn't even have, and found it endearing, if a bit annoying. Kits will be kits, the she-cat thought fondly. " Can you repeat that first question? I don't think I heard you correctly. " Spottedkit | Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด Excitable, cheerful, but lazy -- Sample included above Briskflower | Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด Happy-go-lucky, laid-back, but overly-defensive -- Sample included above |
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Mar 6, 2018 17:01:59 GMT -5
Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด accepted! if you put up a starter, I have more than a few characters open to respond with
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Mar 6, 2018 17:13:23 GMT -5
Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด Hey, I just caught an error in your forms. Since Blackfoot and Foxtuft are mates, you can't play both of them. I didn't read through them carefully enough, my apologies.
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Post by Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด on Mar 6, 2018 17:22:18 GMT -5
( would I be able to exchange Foxtuft for another cat? I could take Briskflower? Same personality. Ill even change the original post. )
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Mar 6, 2018 17:27:45 GMT -5
Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด that's fine! and if you could change your post so that people don't get confused, that'd be wonderful. tysm~<3
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Post by Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด on Mar 6, 2018 17:38:06 GMT -5
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Mar 6, 2018 17:39:03 GMT -5
Cสแด๊ฑษชษดษข Sแดแดสแด Much, thank you! feel free to post some starters, I'd love to rp ^.^
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Mar 18, 2018 21:20:48 GMT -5
Rosefall | Inky
Motherly, Gentle, Firm
N/A
For a moment shock crossed the she-cat's face. She had not been expecting that as his answer. How had he hurt the kit? Obviously he felt bad about it, so it wasn't like it was purposely done and she knew how much he cared for the kits. Instantly she felt bad, "Of course it was an accident I know how much you love all those kits. I'm sure Tawnykit knows you didn't mean to hurt her." Sparkheart rest her tail on his shoulders, "You were just trying to help and that was a dangerous situation anyway the two kits are lucky it was you rather than something else like that could have done far worse. And that it was you who found them and not one of our leaders." The warrior mewed gently. "You have nothing to feel bad about it is better to return to camp injured then not return at all."
Burrpelt | Inky
Quiet, Loyal, Humorous
N/A
Cedarpaw | Inky
Boastful, easily embarrassed, quick learner
N/A
Doespot | Inky
Friendly, shy, sarcastic
N/A
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Mar 22, 2018 17:33:55 GMT -5
hey inky! sorry for not accepting you sooner, I've been off the forums dealing with health issues. I'm back now, though, and you're accepted! |
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Post by Dingoleap on Mar 22, 2018 23:15:00 GMT -5
Hey there โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐!
I'm super interested in joining - I've always adored the plot line - but I haven't role-played since the old forums, so I don't have a sample for you. Would you prefer it if I just make one up, or I can give you an excerpt from my fanfic or something...
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Mar 22, 2018 23:20:50 GMT -5
Dingoleap youโre good! I know you used to to really well so Iโm sure youโve just gotten better ^.^
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Post by Dingoleap on Mar 23, 2018 0:35:48 GMT -5
I certainly hope so!
(Funny. I've been searching for a good role-play for a while now, and now here's a remake of a favourite.)
Now, just have to decide which characters I'd like to claim...
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Post by Dingoleap on Mar 23, 2018 0:43:46 GMT -5
Brightblaze | Dingoleap
Sharp-tongued, stubborn, highly focussed
n/a
Jaytail | Dingoleap
Easygoing, friendly, thinks he's very funny
n/a
Darkpaw | Dingoleap
Shy, overly critical of himself, doesn't like conflict
n/a
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Post by Ace on Mar 23, 2018 11:48:22 GMT -5
Rabbitwhisker | Ace
cunning, sharp-tongued, arrogant
He stood on the roof of their apartment building. Chilling wind swept through his hair and sent a shudder racing down his spine. He didnโt mind the goosebumps, they reminded him that everything was real for the moments when reality slipped away. The only thing keeping him tied to this Earth was himself, which was a lot of power for someone like Shafer to have. Too huge of a responsibility to be left up to someone like Shafer. And to make matters even worse, heโd gotten a lot weaker over the past year. Someone to keep an eye on him, always having a warm, friendly body to curl up next to after a bad dream or day, being told he was โreally f*cking dumbโ when he mentioned that he found the idea of suicide somewhat charming. They were all things heโd gotten used to, come to rely on. Things he couldnโt see himself living without.
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Shafer sat at his desk, scribbling away on the cheap wood with a pencil heโd found in one of the kitchen drawers. In a perfect world, heโd be doing the homework that was sitting on the edge of his bed. But in order to do that, heโd have to actually understand math. So, for now, he supposed the world simply wasnโt perfect. Heโd just managed a particularly spectacular โSuper Sโ when he heard his mother yelling. Already spiritually exhausted, he twisted in his chair to face the door. He was the only one she could possibly be yelling for. When her vicious screaming continued to escalate regardless of Shaferโs lack of response, he was too confused to even feel relieved.
The stairs creaked with new weight and Shaferโs heart leapt into his throat as an all too familiar voice yelled back at his mom. Chants of โabsolutely-no-f*cking-wayโ echoed in his head even after his door was shoved open and his formerly-MIA, bright-eyed, adrenaline-fueled brother himself stood in his room. The teenager couldnโt make a sound, let alone ask questions, through the flood of the most positive emotions heโd felt in months. He could only watch uselessly as Sasha beamed at him, snatched his bag off the back of his bedroom door, and got to work on shoving random articles of Shaferโs clothing into the American-flag themed monstrosity his father had bought him after a trip to Chicago. It wasnโt long before the aforementioned father materialized in the doorway and tried to take the bag away from his firstborn. Shafer couldnโt help but be proud of how quick his brotherโs reflexes were.
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Shafer hit the ground of his familyโs walkway. Hard. He didnโt have time to wonder how exactly he got there as it was soon a matter of life or death. He rolled out of the way just as an ancient porcelain mug came hurtling out of the house and smashed where he had been not five seconds prior. He squawked his motherโs first name in protest and scrambled to his feet. It wasnโt the most graceful display of physical ability and he couldnโt see through the hair that was now covering his face but his brotherโs impatient, mildly panicked voice drew him like nothing else. Ripping the car door open, he glanced back at his father. He barely had the time to promise his eventual return before his brother was giving a beyond annoyed scoff and reaching forward to drag his little brother into the vehicle. He met zero resistance, Shafer was down for anything as soon as he heard that use-roughened voice of Sashaโs telling their mother to go f*ck herself.
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Shafer sat cross-legged in the passenger seat and watched his brother drive, dark eyes bright with affection. There wasnโt a single thing not to admire about his brother. The sharp jawline, solid cheekbones, well-kept jet black hair, the bits of stubble that just managed to look charming and not at all homeless, how he smiled when he heard a lyric that spoke to him, and especially the way he would occasionally look over at Shafer. As if to check in on him. It probably wasnโt healthy to love someone this much. Sasha probably didnโt even like him that much anyway. Nobody really liked Shafer anyway.
But that couldn't even bother the kid now. It was so peaceful, even if the radio was deafening and they were on the highway and all the windows were down. Every truck that passed sounded like one of those jets Shafer had never seen in person. Maybe wherever Sasha was taking him would involve a plane, he seemed like the type of guy to do that.
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Shafer waited for his brother to come home for the twelfth day in a row. He sat on the couch and dragged his nails back and forth over the flesh of his thighs through the tight jeans heโd decided he wanted to torture himself with that particular day. Sasha had never been gone this long before. At least not when he said he was just going to the 7-11 around the corner. Rent was due in a few days and Shafer wasnโt sure how heโd handle that when it came but to be entirely honest, that was the last thing on his mind. His brother wasnโt coming home and he hoped to god that meant he was dead because anything would be better than the nagging thought that he had been abandoned. Theyโd been with each other for a year now, an entire year. They exchanged more words that first week than they had Shaferโs entire life prior and he genuinely thought things had been going well. Heโd been good.
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Shafer leaned a little closer to the edge, morbid curiosity nudging him forward. He liked to think it was curiosity and not something more dangerous. He wasnโt ready for that yet. Or at least he didnโt think he was. Heโd always been indecisive about things that mattered. Well, things heโd been told matter. Nothing at all seemed to matter when he looked down at the ground. It had to have been twenty or so floors down. He felt dizzy the longer he stared. The good kind of dizzy.
Frogpaw | Ace
genuine, naive, gentle, extremely playful
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Mar 23, 2018 12:00:40 GMT -5
Ace ur accepted babe Dingoleap also accepted~<3
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