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I'm really sorry about how I spoke. Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. I didn't mean it. Is there a way I can make it up to you?

It's no excuse of course, but I was extremely tired last night and after waking up I barely remember what I had typed several hours before passing out, and when I'm that tired I've gotten some questions in the past of whether I was drunk or not.

You're a genuinely nice person and I am sorry that I hurt you. I didn't mean it. From now on though, I'll stay off your thread.

After that I just explained how I'm myself exaggerating how I am, but people tend to think I am an a**hole because I'm weird. It's often accidental and I rarely try to be rude.

You see what I meant by "not able to communicate with people" I'm such a mess, sorry

Actually I'll just keep it here cause it fits nowhere, at least here it won't annoy anybody bu me and the rare people seeing it.

Calling yourself an asshole on the internet while actully being a soft pile of mush buddies because same.

Also same, I think you're cool. You could just do what I do and hermit alone in the off topic boards and never go on the actual warriors discussions.

I only ever talk about warriors with people I'm already friends with because at worst if we disagree on something we can actually discuss it and not resort to personal attacks.

Aaah I won't go, though other social medias didn't have the same luck.

hehe I've just created my fanfiction on AO3 to begin writing the AU, but there's not chapter yet, just an introduction, so I can imagine the whole disappointment people can feel by opening the fanfic.

Okay so I just discovered the level of incest Ferncloud and Dustpelt have, now I know the first arc was not meant to have a huge family tree and all so it wasn't meant to be incestuous but it is now. So Dustpelt is Ferncloud uncle... that's second degree incest, I already have some problem accepting it from Hades and Persephone ( the whole Greek mythology actually ) but there... hmmmm not great, not great. Now... I guess that's okay since the cats don't seem to care but... I mean WillowxPatch was the worst but... I don't know.

Ah, same here, for a place of this size.
Wallonia! I’m also American as well, so I’m just a mix.
Where are you from?

I'm so excited to have my own place, I'll finally be able to adopt rats again. Since we have had our cats, having rats again became something unimaginable to my mom, before she wasn't complaining about her allergies because she loved them, but now it became an argument in her reasons. Instead my brother wants a ton of animals he doesn't know how to handle between a ferret, a duck, rabbits, pigs, birds, frogs and many others. Though I agree on the fact my brother shouldn't have any pet. The will he has to own an animal usually goes away after a few months, even weeks, for example we had cats following one of my brother's ideas, my mom agreed because she though about getting one herself. The only condition was to get a certain breed which is the Birman cat. At first my brother was super happy but when he discovered we had to change their litter even more often than with rats he was disappointed, he never feeds them, never cares or brushes them, and now I know I'll have to take at least one of them. My brother wants to keep the other one, but I know he'll call me one day asking for me to take him back. But happily, I am not my brother, I know what to expect from pets, I do a ton of research, even now I constantly search for new ways of distracting my cats ( they're indoor cats ), but even for rats, even if I've owned many I was young and knows I wasn't the best pet owner. Since I was young I wasn't really researching about how to take care of them and I was relying on my mom's experience. But my mom was rarely home and adopted our first rat alone. I was trusting her and thought rats were better alone. Then she (my rat) became depressed and when she had a tutor I didn't take good care of her because I was disgusted. Poor rat died alone and sad. That's why I don't trust my mom with pets anymore, she is like my brother and gets over a want quite quickly, we had a dog, I was the one discovering she had health issues because my mom wasn't feeding her. She even threw her outside when she started destroying toys and pooping on the floor... no dung mom, we're not taking her on walks. My dog died at two years old. Then we had new rats because my mom was crazy about that again. The first few months it was crazy of course, but who ended up caring for them at the age of 11? ME! omg I hate that, but then we had my favourite rat, he was saved from a feeder-rat breeder and he was wonderful. A big furry ball with cute dumbo ears a blue-grey pelt and he was really the kindest.



^Him and one of his sons.

Then my mom took home a pregnant rat, the store she took her from didn't even know they had males and females mixed (I hate pet stores really), the two other females were pregnant too but the one we took was on the verge of birthing. In the end she had her babies the same night, unfortunately we had hairless rats, I don't like this type of rats since they tend to suffer from eye infections from the lack of fur. So that litter was a mix of naked and furred rats. We had to keep most of the naked rats because nobody really wanted them. My mom despised them, she didn't care about them, she didn't like petting them, so they ended up being quite skittish. Though I managed to make them more sociable after a few months of pets and care.

the female we had, she still had a thin layer of fuzzy fur, but she lost it after a while, there's also her sister behind her, as you can see she had fur.


Later a female managed to squeeze her way in the male cage, we were scared she might have coupled with an hairless male, we refused to have more because the female who was pregnant already had troubles with her eyes. Happily the father was my favourite boy, we discovered the father by spotting a dumbo. Though once again I was the one discovering she was pregnant since I was the only taking care of those cuties. But as we had the new litter interest finally came to my mom, she cared for them (finally). I named them all, since I was the one who would care for them I wanted names I would enjoy saying. Of course each and every rat of the litter ended up being named after Greek Gods and Heroes: Athena, Zeus, Hercule for the three we ended up keeping. (The first litter was named after the series Arrow). My mom then asked to put My boy with Athena (so his daughter) since she had his genes she would give a pretty litter. She indeed did, each of them were splendid, while the litter she came from was mainly black rats that one had: Lucifer, an albinos like her grandma and surely one My boy's ancestor, Thanos, a cream with ruby eyes (he was astonishing and the biggest), T'challa, a simple black rat, Yondu, a dumbo blue-grey, Nebula, a classic blue, and a black dumbo.

three photos of them


That's the only litter we managed to sell entirely, but also the only one we wanted to keep. We even had our first bad experience at selling rats, a guy asked us to take one of the blue at the train station, it was cold and we kept him in our hoodies' hood, mostly under my hair (they were long at the time), and in the end he didn't show up. I still wonder how you can just not come to an appointment, mostly when it is to adopt a rat. I'm happy he didn't take him, he would have been a horrible owner. Our baby rat found a home though, he's the one on the first picture, we were waiting his future owner, we used to bring the parents to show the genes they carried and my big boi was so confident and kind he didn't mind strangers.

The most rats we ended up having at once was 12, not counting babies, but adults. It was really stressful, my big boi had to be removed from the male cage because he was hurt and started losing patch of fur. When I realised I was truly alone when it came to taking care of them I pleaded my mom not to have another litter. She was thinking about mating the big boi and Athena once again to have a new beautiful litter, but I managed to stop that. And I was right because we had our cats a month later. When we had our cats the first months were okay when my mom and my brother were still invested into taking care of them, so I managed to give attention to the rats and the cats at the same time. But then they stopped with the cats and it became hell on earth. They started dying from old age or eye infection (hairless rats), I was always hating myself for letting that happen and was insulting myself when my free time wasn't used for the rats or the cats. Then a year later I found my dad half-dead in his flat, so it was new stress, he died two months later, it was covid so even more stress, two rats had tumours, so again stress. No surprise I ended up being depressed. My depression made me less selfish and made me grow as a person but I feel like it could have been avoided. Most rats died and I was left with Athena, she lived a very long time (3,5 y/o), but she lived alone for 6 months after her brother's death (he was neutered so we decided to put them together). She had two tumours and we had her put to sleep. I felt so bad coming back home and seeing I had failed them all. Damn I'm crying now...

So yeah, I'll never trust my mom and my brother when it comes to animals, the only pets my mom has ever managed to take care of are our chickens, she spends so much time outside she doesn't really have a choice. So many animals ended up living miserable lives. Even now without any rats my brother doesn't care about our cats, he only says he loves the big one when I say I'll take them with me. I'll do everything to take him, but I'm scared I may fail him too. I know how to handle now that I'm older, but I don't intend on taking rats if I'm not financially ready to do so.

That one was long, god, I guess it was something I never addressed and kept inside. It feels good. I just hope they're having fun in their heaven. Rats deserve so much love.

Finally came back from my friend's house, 9 people stacked in three rooms, that was horrible when my social battery was dead, but so fun when my energy was back, now I'll have to rest 3 weeks before stepping outside but yeah. I love my friends. But I hate the sometimes... mostly when I'm tired. Also I discovered I hate people who use a dishwasher, cause their dishes are still dirty half of the time, it's not horrible to wash them by hand really. People say you use about 12-15 litres of water by load... for them to be dirty. And people say by hand it takes 100... ok so we don't have the same way of washing cause I just fill the sink once, and a little bassin to rince, the bassin is about 5 litters wide, I use 3/5 so 3 litres, and my sink has a capacity of 20 litres I use about half of it so 10 litres. The biggest load I had to do needed me to fill the sink twice so 20... so yeah washing by hand doesn't use that much if you know how to avoid waste. And washing by hand is peaceful (at least when I wash alone, with somebody I'm stressed they're going to judge me but anyway).

Why do I feel like a lot of aroace are INTP or INTJ, I sometimes see extroverts but it's rarer than introverts, I guess they both influence each other, it's like the egg and the chicken, who came first, is it the aroace sexuality that provokes the introversion or the opposite.

I've noticed this too. I would just guess that the already natural aversion to social interaction just extends to romantic & sexual interactions because those things, yknow... involve other people lol.
Though I'm not both aro and ace, but I am under the ace umbrella (demi) and an extrovert, if that counts.