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Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 13, 2020 23:51:45 GMT -5
( stealing this idea from honey who stole it from faith. i'm making a bunch of open threads and pinging pi peeps that replied to the ac. feel free to reply even if you weren't pined, and this is optional but most of you said you wanted to rp with me. pao , this is your thread ) The moon hung in the sky, swaying like a windchime but it never reached down on the surface. This wasn't quite how Funk expected to spend his night. Normally sleeping for once, or more likely toiling away in his laboratory, he now poked the fire in front of them with a stick. It was small, contained, and he refused to answer how he lit the darn thing. But it kept them warm, even warmer than the hot air that settled. With some finesse, Funk had ripped open a pack of marshmallows, the good jumbo ones too, and stuck two of them on sticks. Holding it over the fire was weird, but the sweet aroma quickly made it worth it. "So, how have you been lately?" Funk asked, cocking his head as his marshmallow toasted. And would continue till it was black probably.
Ivory watched him, completely repulsed at his attempt at twoleg things. I mean really! She’d seen twolegs doing this and there was no way she was going to participate in the activity. “How am I doing? You mean after the death of our children this last winter?”
(sorry for the late reply. I haven’t had a chance to get on much lately strawberrycupid)
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 23, 2020 14:47:10 GMT -5
Funk barely noticed that her marshmallow and stick went completely untouched. His green eyes focused on the dancing of the flames in front of them. How the pair of once lovers ended up stranded here together was almost a mystery. Something something windstorm, or something something tree fell over and blocked their path back. It didn't really matter, not to him at the moment. He pulled the sticky sugar away from the fire, warm to the point where it was almost melting off the stick, and put it down on one cracker before placing another on top and pulling the stick out. "Yeah, after that." The Nemesis answered, clearly ignoring any sort of animosity in her tone. It was better than admitting he didn't care while he lapped at the make shift smore.
"Do you even care? You hardly saw the kits anyways and they didn't even make it out of kithood!" Her luck with kits was awful. Not a single litter had survived past kithood as of yet. It was part of the reason she'd dropped off her latest litter in the clans instead of raising them herself. She wasn't sure what she was doing wrong but just thinking of her dead kits brought anger and grief to her heart. Ivory turned away from the cat. There was no way she was sitting here all night, stuck with him of all cats.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 6, 2020 15:07:00 GMT -5
But, for as much as both of them wanted to leave, another boom of thunder echoed through the small cave they were in. And the rain only seemed to pound down harder as Funk whistled a sigh. He didn't feel anything for Ivory, no pity or empathy. What she was doing wrong, he didn't know. But also didn't really consider it any of his business in the first place. "Last I remember, you didn't want the kits around me anyway. So is it really that much of a surprise that I don't care?" The smore was overly sweet, and he ended up setting it to the side and sticking a leaf on the stick and teasing the flames with it. The last time he saw those kits, he brought them a snakeskin and was practically kicked out for that.
Ivory so wanted to beat his brains in. To think, he thought that snake skins were acceptable gifts for kits. What if there'd been poison still on the skin? Or the snake came back looking for it? It was rumored, and she believed it, that some of the snake came back to get their old skins when hungry. The she-cat turned her back on the tom, walking as far away as she could from him since the storm prevented her from going out and leaving this place. "Oh but I've seen how you were with your other kits. And they asked about you. You could have come to play with them, with normal kit-friendly gifts. Not snakeskins!"
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 18, 2020 23:17:59 GMT -5
That venom in her voice was clear, Funk just dunked the leaf into the flames as a response. The flame barely lasted a second, consuming the dried leaf before turning it into ash. Hey, snakeskins were pretty cool. Not that he expected any posion left on it or the snake coming back to eat it. “What other kits?” The question was genuine. Funk could at least say he neglected his kits equally. “Fair, but I don't know what else is more tame. Kits get tired of the same old mossballs and stuff.”
