SORRY I'M A FUCK UP / open, hunting

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Cat was studying his prey, his eyes analytical, green embers cautious as they followed each movement. He was... Captivated. He couldn't let it out of his sight. Crouched to the floor, a bare foot stepped softly onto the rug, before he sprang forward, leaping down by a nice and cozy cricket and as he tried to catch it, it jumped aside, leaving Cat aggravatedly pulling his muddied ears. "Fuck you!" He snapped, hands running up and down the floor boards and giving a painful punch where the cricket stood, leaving it jumping away. It was the only real hunting he knew how to do, but usually his targets had always been spiders.

[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=A CAT HAS NINE LIVES | TAGS; 4/28/2018]Jonathan Cat Hunter | Introduced + only known as Cat | Cisgender male, he/him
Approximately 26; appears as 14-18 | Birthday somewhere in December | Ages realtime
TNW: Flintlock Lodge | Loyal to people, not groups | NPC X NPC | No siblings
Demisexual panromantic | Single | Scared of relationships

Caucasian | Reference & Reference
— 4'11 typically between 85 and 100 lbs. Slim and fragile.
— Sickly pale skin, extremely messy light brown hair
— Soft green eyes, has a blue starry backpack
— Wears a single paid of pajamas which are brown plaid. Has blue bunny slippers
— Coated in mud and dirt. Hasn't bathed in ages, smells like literal garbage. Tends to attract gnats and flies
50% HEALTH | Has one large gash down his back that zags a bit down. Has a thin but long scar down the bottom of his left arm. Covered in bruises, has a healing busted lip. Nose is broken. Small scar down side of cheek. He has numerous scars down his back and legs. Constantly sore. Struggles with hypersomnia, depression, IED and PTSD.

Trope & Trope & Trope | personality here

55/100 Physical Difficulty | 80/100 Psychological Difficulty | 40/100 Short-Term Recovery
Cat tends to have a lack of strength due to multiple reasons, but he fights as viciously as he can and knows how to keep himself alive even if he gets battered in the process. He's quick and uses his size to his advantage, but relies heavily on weapons.
— Carries a knife at all times in pockets
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but won't be reacted to very well.[/spoiler]

[TAKANASHI]

[align=center][div style="width: 400pt; text-align: justify; font-size:9pt; line-height:1.7"]This guy again? Can he do anything without looking like an idiot? Joseph will see pigs fly before this weakling pulls off a deed worth the energy of seeing, and today's not that day. A cricket. He was trying to hunt a cricket. Joseph would hate to watch him try bringing down a buck, and now that he thinks about it the rifle would weigh more than he does. It's a curiosity how he's survived this long. He rolls his lips together and debates just leaving, but he's an asshole and he's never learned to let things go. "Impressive." He claps slowly. "I think you wasted more energy than that thing would've given you." Joseph genuinely wants to know why he was trying to catch a cricket. He might not want to eat it. Are cricket collectors real? It wouldn't surprise him any if he's one, since he's odd enough already. "Soon as the snow melts, maybe you can go digging for worms. Those're a little slower."

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Cat's eyes visibly flinched at the sound of clapping, his fists balling up as his head jerked back. He half expected a slap to his face, but no, it was this asshole again. "Oh shut up!" He snapped angrily, already in a bad mood from his failure. "Worms fuckin' suck! They're ten times grosser than crickets! And I don't need something slower, just - watch!" With a grunt, he turned his head around in concentration, slowly kneeling down once more as his hands remained apart, nose twitching a bit. Eyes squinting, he took a surprisingly soft step, before springing forward and hands simultaneously trying to slap over the cricket. "Just - give me a second - I can do this." He huffed, eyes analyzing the cricket once more, cheeks growing pink with embarrassment.

[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=A CAT HAS NINE LIVES | TAGS; 4/28/2018]Jonathan Cat Hunter | Introduced + only known as Cat | Cisgender male, he/him
Approximately 26; appears as 14-18 | Birthday somewhere in December | Ages realtime
TNW: Flintlock Lodge | Loyal to people, not groups | NPC X NPC | No siblings
Demisexual panromantic | Single | Scared of relationships

Caucasian | Reference & Reference
— 4'11 typically between 85 and 100 lbs. Slim and fragile.
— Sickly pale skin, extremely messy light brown hair
— Soft green eyes, has a blue starry backpack
— Wears a single paid of pajamas which are brown plaid. Has blue bunny slippers
— Coated in mud and dirt. Hasn't bathed in ages, smells like literal garbage. Tends to attract gnats and flies
50% HEALTH | Has one large gash down his back that zags a bit down. Has a thin but long scar down the bottom of his left arm. Covered in bruises, has a healing busted lip. Nose is broken. Small scar down side of cheek. He has numerous scars down his back and legs. Constantly sore. Struggles with hypersomnia, depression, IED and PTSD.

Trope & Trope & Trope | personality here

55/100 Physical Difficulty | 80/100 Psychological Difficulty | 40/100 Short-Term Recovery
Cat tends to have a lack of strength due to multiple reasons, but he fights as viciously as he can and knows how to keep himself alive even if he gets battered in the process. He's quick and uses his size to his advantage, but relies heavily on weapons.
— Carries a knife at all times in pockets
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but won't be reacted to very well.[/spoiler]

[JOSIE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]However Josie may try to sound professional and kind, at least part of her agreed with Joseph. Cat wasn't too much trouble, at least once she got past his habit of threatening every joiner with knives, but she can't help but wonder if his... Oh, what could she call it? Pugnacious attitude? It's a big word, one that her father had thrown at her a few times in her past, but she thinks it suits Cat. And also perhaps Joseph, once she hears what they're saying. The young woman sighs and sets down her washcloth, which she had been using to try and wipe some of the oil and dirt off of her hands and face. "That's enough, both of you," she hums, glancing between both of them with a rather pointed look. Something about it softens when she notices how embarrassed Cat is about all of this. "You've probably had plenty of successes in the past, Cat. Why not let this one successful cricket go? It's acted pretty impressively so far." Mostly she doesn't want him killing all of Flintlock's crickets before the snow fully melts and Ellie gets her share of them, but — well, whatever.