she will be loved / accidental trespasser, o

[palani.]

"C-crap, I'm sorry I-" Palani cut himself off sharply, sighing. He didnt really want to explain why he had been a little lost but to put it simply, the tom had flown over the border without noticing. Palani was still coming to terms with flying, yet he hadn't quite surveyed the territories from above perfectly. "I'll head out now if you want me to go, I've been looking for someone and tried to take a stop..." he admitted genuinely, although he glanced away, unable to bring himself to glance at any of the Shadowclan cats.

[checkers]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]The water poured down in a cacophonous thunder, mist pillowing skyward at the base of the waterfall pooling in a wide but shallow stream, the moon palely glowing over the reflecting mirror of water. The air was frigid, and from where he bathed in a dammed area of the rivulet, Palani could have been in his own world for all he cared.

The night would have been perfectly silent outside of the cicadas and the formerly mentioned waterfall if Palani himself wasn't singing to himself.  "Beauty queen of only eight-teen she, had some trouble with herself, he was always there to help her she, always belong to some-one else..." his voice echoed around the slickened cliffs, his voice clear and on tune - and if you asked anyone, they'd probably tell him he was quite a talented singer.

However, Palani's mind was a million miles away from anyone or anything that was perhaps listening to him - it had wondered again to her. Taking a sharp breath as he ran his paws down his sides, scrubbing dirt and blood away, he braced himself for the last chorus, going into the bridge. "Knock on my window, knock on my door, I, want you to feel beautiful..." he sung low and soft, his eyes squinted shut from the camouflaged tears running down his cheeks, before freezing for a moment and breathing in again.

His voice now swept into the chorus, louder than the pounding in his heart, the voice in his head and the rushing of the water, his eyes wide open and wide, as he looked up wistfully to the moon. "I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain," he started, his mind racing back to the last time he'd heard this song, as a human - it had to have been at their wedding... "Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while," he continued, his voice rising as the song in his memory did, as she twirled in his hands, as she smiled and her golden hair glowed, her emerald eyes twinkled; "And she will, be loooved, and she will, be l-o-oved," he belted with his whole heart, his voice growing with every time the line repeated; memories span through his head, memories he shouldn't have in the body of a mutated feline...

His wings rose up to his side as he sung the highest notes to the moon, his feathers glowing an eerie blue and purple in the moonlight, as the song came to a close. As he finished, Palani was left alone in the silence, his eyes unfocused and spirited far away.


( ooc; i just listened to this song on repeat for ten mins send help,, also be nice to my bby pls )

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="border: 0px black solid; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 150%;"]Despite being as spunky and out there as he was, cosmo actually had a huge fear of singing in front of people, or being the centre of attention. He followed the voice, eyes wide. "wowza, mister! You sound super duper good!" he said brightly. "but uh.. who are you? My name is cosmickit! Also, why are you here?"

[palani.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Palani's head swung in the direction of Cosmickit's voice as he came closer, and in his stupor, he was unaware of the kitten's identity. "Mattie?" he called out, confused; any young voice probably just reminded him of his daughter, but he was still a little lost. "Is that you?" he called out, not actually hearing what Cosmickit spoke, at least not correctly.

[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Circusclown had never been a singing type - he didn't like dancing, either. He could play the piano, but he didn't like doing so since it brought back rather bad memories. Memories of playing it for not only one but two close friends that turned on him, memories of drunkenly slamming his head into the piano keys. Honestly, he's somewhat forgotten how to play it since he never played it enough in the first place. Hearing someone sing brought back no good or bad memories - singing was quite a gift, and it was one that Circusclown never acquired. When he tried to sing, he sounded like a dying cat. Approaching calmly, he'd tilt his head back. "Hey, isn't it a little dark out here to be singing? You could wake someone up." His eye instantly looked at Cosmokit. "And - hey! Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He asked, a paternal feeling kicking in. "His name's Cosmokit." He'd look up.

[spoiler=tags]
general ; "you've got a second chance"
★ circusclown disharmony | nicknames are circ and clown, former names are breadstick, uglyclown and clown | male [ he/him ]
two years four months physically and mentally | born november 13th, 2014 | ages realtime
shadowclan leader | former exiles leader and blizzardclan head combatant (feralfront)
entropy x leila  | generation 2 | head of disharmony family | only loyal to family
demisexual | panromantic | no crush | afraid of being in a relationship
other facts ★
★ suffers from ptsd and depression, former alcoholic
★ always looks tense and ready to fight
★ can be very irritable one second and then completely switch the next
★ can cook but dislikes doing so. loves writing and reading.
★ has a very rough and raspy voice. even when he is being gentle he sounds somewhat aggressive.
★ if he yells, he is very loud for a domestic feline.
★ very thin because of famine

appearance ; "you could go home"
★ domestic cat | has resting bitch face | has a few teeth missing
he is a light brown feline who has a lot of fluffy fur that's often tangled up covered in dirt and dust, and it also feels very greasy and gross. his head is lacking of the light brown color, and is completely white. he has a scar on the left side of his face, which has a stitched up glasgow smile meeting up with the scar. the other side of his face shares a glasgow smile, which is also stitched together. if someone examined it closer, they'd find the scar was infected though he refuses to let anyone touch it to take out the stitches. he has only one eye left which is the right one, and it is a dull blue almost lifeless color that seems to be bagging all the time due to exhaustion. the side of his face which has no eye has stitches on the top of his eye, and his eyelid is often closed over the eye socket that's still there, though it can be open if he is surprised or scared by something. [ reference ].

personality ; "escape it all"
★ true neutral | being evil sucks | the atoner
— family-oriented, protective, cautious, calm, friendly, unpredictable, extroverted, reasonable, irresponsible, secretive
circusclown loves the aspect of family, and sees family as valuable and is desperate to keep them safe. he has a tendency to be very protective, though he tries to be reasonable when he feels something is unsafe. he can be far too cautious, and never seems to let down his guard. while circusclown seems rather laidback, that does not mean someone should assume he will be calm if they happen to anger him. it is hard to anger him, but even when he is angry he is reasonable and under a mask of fury is still managing to keep himself under control, even if it does not seem so. he is however very irresponsible, at least with his own life. he seems to be careless about his own health, never caring when he does something foolish that could bring him pain. he rarely opens up to people unless he sees it as beneficial to do so, and if you betray such trust he will remain closed off from you. he's fairly friendly, and though his neutral expression doesn't always look so nice he is more likely to be smiling or grinning, and he is quite a jokester always liking to joke about and finds himself to be extremely comical even when nobody does. deep down, he remains unhappy, though that doesn't mean he's incapable of laughing or being happy. though, often when he has nothing to laugh at or smile about he has a feeling of discontent hidden in his heart.

interaction ; "it's just irrelevant"
★ hard physically | hard mentally | attack in #c68ee2
doesn't like unnecessary death or etc | will start fights | will fight back | will flee if family is protected | will not surrender
might capture if family is threatened | might torture if family is threatened | will kill if family is threatened

trained to fight | has little to no medical knowledge
air elementals — discovered — can somewhat control
conjuration — discovered — can somewhat control
teleportation — discovered — can fully control
ALL OPINIONS ARE IC[/spoiler]

[palani.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]His vision starting to clear as his tears dried, Palani spun around, confused - he'd done it again, hadn't he? "W-wait, Circusclown?" he asked, his voice cracking. Now looking between Cosmickit and Circus, he was bewildered. "Oh god, where am I?"

( rushed & mobile, sorry )

[dannychan]

He blinked at circus clown. "Comic, not cosmo! Cosmo is just a nickname." He chirped.

[BUCKY]

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