itsy, bitsy spider ;; private

[confinedfreedom a.]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border:;width:490px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;font-family:georgia;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"]"Out came the sun and dried up all the rain," the tabby hummed softly to himself as he scavenged the territory for something to eat. It's been a while since he felt hunger and now that he was no longer a demon, he had to eat to stay alive. How troublesome. He enjoyed not having to ingest mortal food to live and now here he was. On Shadowclan - but not really Shadowclan according to Cyrus - territory and looking for food. He'd never thought this day would come: calling a different clan his home and being hungry. Everything was just backwards. And now he's singing nursery rhymes! Well, he supposed that was the least of his problems. Plus, it's not like that one was bad. In fact, if he had to chose, the Itsy, Bitsy Spider was probably his favourite out of all of them. It was either a story about persistence or the spider was really stupid and could have found another way up the water spout. Either way, he liked he spider.

His mind was occupied by the spider, he forgot he was hunting and before he could reach out and grab the small vole that scurried across his paws, he instead tripped over them and landed face first into the soft soil. Coughing and spitting out mud, he hissed angrily as he wiped his face. This while hunting thing was not his strong suit and he was just now beginning to realize it.
[div style="background-color:;border:;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"][spoiler=information × updated 02/17/17][ general ] ∞ and i swear this place was once alive
» confinedpaw abraxus | dislikes nicknames, welcome to attempt | only allows friends and family to give nicknames
» cismale | masculine pronouns | he/him
» ten months | nov. 12 | ages realistically
» panromantic, demisexual | ½ cy-fi | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
» shadowclan | [rank] | [titles]
- ex-paragon of the exiles
» mortal and hates it
- was once a demon | lost all collected souls and is sour about it

[ physical ] ∞ the streets all pulsed like living veins
» domestic feline [main] | health: 100% [ref.]
— average sized for his age, con's fur is short and bright white with faded sapphire tabby markings and under his eyes is a faint navy color so it appears he's always wearing eyeliner; his tail is long and slender with small paws. his nose, tongue, the insides of his ears and pads are black; his left eye is a dark violet and just above it is black snake bites and his right eye is an icy blue; both ears have diamond studs. fluids are a black-ashen colour; slight feminine appearance (and hates it).

[ personality ] ∞ heart was beating cars with blood
» intj | the hero | the snark knight
» introvert | annoyed | temperamental | easily flustered | tsundere
» all bark and bite | observant | diligent | trust issues | direct
» loyal to people, not groups | sociopathic tendencies | affectionate | awkward | bookworm
— on first glance, con is an individual that's hard to approach on friendly terms. and even if such thing is accomplished, chances are he'll turn them down and insist they walk away or get cut. if such a threat doesn't work, he'll then proceed to ignore them or remove himself from the situation. not every strong when it comes to socialization, the feline prefers to keep to himself and is often found drinking tea, up in a tree, reading a book or napping. he can be harsh due to not being able to process his or other's emotions, and even though he doesn't care most of the time, he cares about some aspect a little. once his hard inner and outer shell is broken, as well as the concrete wall surrounding his heart, he's a funny and dependable person who enjoys hugs and jamming out to heavy metal with his friends whom he's fiercely protective of.

[ powers ] ∞ the buildings breathe each time they sway
» n/a

[ interaction ] ∞ time of death, punctuated by the bells
» blackabyss x npc | 2nd generation
» medium physically | hard mentally | will start fights | not very inclined to end other's fights
» open to minor injuries and plotting | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries
» attack in bold #bbeff4 | can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful acts
» dislikes physical contact
- this doesn't apply to friends or family

[ notes ] ∞ the sky turned red, then came the rain
» proper english accent | gets more rugged when angry
» fond of soft things
» not fond of children (friend's children are the only exceptions)
» always ic opinions <3
» ask.fm[/spoiler]

[checkers]

Hunting, however, was one of the strongest suits of a particular Shadowclan cat; Belladonna was lurking around the territory, as she does. She wandered, a lot, curious as to what was under every rock and tree root. She hadn't been in Shadowclan for quite long, but it was almost starting to feel like home. She wasn't hunted or berated for things she couldn't control like her old home, and was starting to make friends - if Circusclown could be counted as a friend.

Treading lightly through a dense area of the forest where she knew prey hid for safety - there were plenty of traps in this area for larger predators (like a domestic cat, apparently) and she knew she had to tread lightly; there was dangers at every- oh. Did she hear something? Peeking out from behind a tree, she glanced into a rather wide clearing to spot Confinedpaw, who'd just fallen. Chuckling softly and smelling the scent of vole shuffling away, Belladonna raised an eyebrow at the slightly younger cat, and gave him an empathetic but amused look. "Having fun?" she asked teasingly, she vaguely recognized him as the guy who's... - close? they seemed close - to Cyrus. She hadn't paid much attention, but then, why would she? she didn't want to pry into anyone's private life.

[confinedfreedom a.]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border:;width:490px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;font-family:georgia;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"]Confinedpaw brushed his tongue over his teeth before scrunching up his nose and spitting out a blade of grass that somehow lodged itself in between his canines. Absolutely disgusting. This was the time he really wished he had his powers. He'd conjure a glass of water, or Listerine and properly wash out his mouth. Instead, he'd had to suffice with sitting there and spitting the debris out like some rugged cowboy from the west. Shaking his head, he lifted a paw and rubbed his face, hoping to get some more mud off. The face plant completely messed up his sense of smell and put him at a disadvantage. However, he kept his ears perked and his body stiff in case he needed to fight, or flee. The soft ground didn't provide much noise for him to detect, so when he heard a new voice, he swiftly turned his head to see who it was.

His sharp glare softened to his usual annoyed one as Belladonna approached, an sporting an amused expression that didn't help his thoughts about her. The apprentice has seen her around but never took the time to strike up a conversation. She was just there, and he was here. Nothing really popped about her, so he continued on his merry way. Well, as merry as his way can get. Nonetheless, a low growl rumbled in his throat before abruptly stopping as he spat out another clump of mud. Seeing it sent a disgusted shiver down his spine, "Baskets and baskets of fun." He grumbled, wiping his nose once again with his paws. Licking his lips, he continued to try and gather as much of the earth around his muzzle as possible before turning his head and spitting it out. His mouth still tasted foul and grainy, but he forced himself to inquire: "Is there something I can help you with?"
[div style="background-color:;border:;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"][spoiler=information × updated 02/17/17][ general ] ∞ and i swear this place was once alive
» confinedpaw abraxus | dislikes nicknames, welcome to attempt | only allows friends and family to give nicknames
» cismale | masculine pronouns | he/him
» ten months | nov. 12 | ages realistically
» panromantic, demisexual | ½ cy-fi | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
» shadowclan | [rank] | [titles]
- ex-paragon of the exiles
» mortal and hates it
- was once a demon | lost all collected souls and is sour about it

[ physical ] ∞ the streets all pulsed like living veins
» domestic feline [main] | health: 100% [ref.]
— average sized for his age, con's fur is short and bright white with faded sapphire tabby markings and under his eyes is a faint navy color so it appears he's always wearing eyeliner; his tail is long and slender with small paws. his nose, tongue, the insides of his ears and pads are black; his left eye is a dark violet and just above it is black snake bites and his right eye is an icy blue; both ears have diamond studs. fluids are a black-ashen colour; slight feminine appearance (and hates it).

[ personality ] ∞ heart was beating cars with blood
» intj | the hero | the snark knight
» introvert | annoyed | temperamental | easily flustered | tsundere
» all bark and bite | observant | diligent | trust issues | direct
» loyal to people, not groups | sociopathic tendencies | affectionate | awkward | bookworm
— on first glance, con is an individual that's hard to approach on friendly terms. and even if such thing is accomplished, chances are he'll turn them down and insist they walk away or get cut. if such a threat doesn't work, he'll then proceed to ignore them or remove himself from the situation. not every strong when it comes to socialization, the feline prefers to keep to himself and is often found drinking tea, up in a tree, reading a book or napping. he can be harsh due to not being able to process his or other's emotions, and even though he doesn't care most of the time, he cares about some aspect a little. once his hard inner and outer shell is broken, as well as the concrete wall surrounding his heart, he's a funny and dependable person who enjoys hugs and jamming out to heavy metal with his friends whom he's fiercely protective of.

[ powers ] ∞ the buildings breathe each time they sway
» n/a

[ interaction ] ∞ time of death, punctuated by the bells
» blackabyss x npc | 2nd generation
» medium physically | hard mentally | will start fights | not very inclined to end other's fights
» open to minor injuries and plotting | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries
» attack in bold #bbeff4 | can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful acts
» dislikes physical contact
- this doesn't apply to friends or family

[ notes ] ∞ the sky turned red, then came the rain
» proper english accent | gets more rugged when angry
» fond of soft things
» not fond of children (friend's children are the only exceptions)
» always ic opinions <3
» ask.fm[/spoiler]

[checkers]

"Ah, no," Belladonna chortled, and sighed, offering a genuine smile. Laughing at someone having a bad day was probably not the best first impression. Noting his attempt to remove the gravel and dirt from his mouth, she came up with an idea. "Would you like me to show you to the nearest river? it's not far," she offered politely. Jeez, she must have really come up as an asshole. "Sorry. About laughing at you." she mewed, attempting a weak apology; before adding, "I'm Belladonna."

[confinedfreedom a.]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border:;width:490px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;font-family:georgia;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"]He raised an eyebrow at her first response, mind beginning to wonder as to why she would even consider speaking to him if she didn't want anything from him. He wasn't a demon anymore either so he couldn't form contracts anymore. He couldn't think of any other possible reason why she would want to interact with him. There was the possibility of friendship, but he wasn't interested in such activities. Licking his lips once more, he recoiled and spat a leaf out. If not for it, he would have forgotten about falling a few moments ago. Scowling, he returned his attention to the dark feline as she offered to escort him to the river. Instinctively, he growled in annoyance before stopping and sighing softly. He didn't like receiving aid from others, let alone people he didn't know.But he didn't know where the river was and she seemed willing to show him, he needed to use his resources while it was still available to him.

Rising to his paws, he reminded himself not to swallow as he lashed his tail in irritation. "That would be... nice." He meowed quietly, blinking slowly before grunting in response to her apology and introduction. "Whatever," he began with a shake of his paw to get rid of the excess mud. "I'm Confinedpaw. But enough of that, lead the way, I guess." He finished monotonously, gesturing for her to walk ahead.
[div style="background-color:;border:;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"][spoiler=information × updated 02/17/17][ general ] ∞ and i swear this place was once alive
» confinedpaw abraxus | dislikes nicknames, welcome to attempt | only allows friends and family to give nicknames
» cismale | masculine pronouns | he/him
» ten months | nov. 12 | ages realistically
» panromantic, demisexual | ½ cy-fi | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
» shadowclan | [rank] | [titles]
- ex-paragon of the exiles
» mortal and hates it
- was once a demon | lost all collected souls and is sour about it

[ physical ] ∞ the streets all pulsed like living veins
» domestic feline [main] | health: 100% [ref.]
— average sized for his age, con's fur is short and bright white with faded sapphire tabby markings and under his eyes is a faint navy color so it appears he's always wearing eyeliner; his tail is long and slender with small paws. his nose, tongue, the insides of his ears and pads are black; his left eye is a dark violet and just above it is black snake bites and his right eye is an icy blue; both ears have diamond studs. fluids are a black-ashen colour; slight feminine appearance (and hates it).

[ personality ] ∞ heart was beating cars with blood
» intj | the hero | the snark knight
» introvert | annoyed | temperamental | easily flustered | tsundere
» all bark and bite | observant | diligent | trust issues | direct
» loyal to people, not groups | sociopathic tendencies | affectionate | awkward | bookworm
— on first glance, con is an individual that's hard to approach on friendly terms. and even if such thing is accomplished, chances are he'll turn them down and insist they walk away or get cut. if such a threat doesn't work, he'll then proceed to ignore them or remove himself from the situation. not every strong when it comes to socialization, the feline prefers to keep to himself and is often found drinking tea, up in a tree, reading a book or napping. he can be harsh due to not being able to process his or other's emotions, and even though he doesn't care most of the time, he cares about some aspect a little. once his hard inner and outer shell is broken, as well as the concrete wall surrounding his heart, he's a funny and dependable person who enjoys hugs and jamming out to heavy metal with his friends whom he's fiercely protective of.

[ powers ] ∞ the buildings breathe each time they sway
» n/a

[ interaction ] ∞ time of death, punctuated by the bells
» blackabyss x npc | 2nd generation
» medium physically | hard mentally | will start fights | not very inclined to end other's fights
» open to minor injuries and plotting | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries
» attack in bold #bbeff4 | can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful acts
» dislikes physical contact
- this doesn't apply to friends or family

[ notes ] ∞ the sky turned red, then came the rain
» proper english accent | gets more rugged when angry
» fond of soft things
» not fond of children (friend's children are the only exceptions)
» always ic opinions <3
» ask.fm[/spoiler]

[checkers]

She wished he wasn't so irritated. She didn't like when people were pissed off. She just hoped they wouldn't attack her like her old- no, stop, she had to stop thinking about that. "Alright," she mewed, and started to lead the way, walking in a steady gallop to make sure he didn't fall behind, or wasn't injured from his trip. The stream was just over the ridge - it would be fine. "Just over here." she informed him.

[confinedfreedom a.]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border:;width:490px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;font-family:georgia;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"]He was glad he decided to comply instead of fight her off and in the end, it proved to be beneficial to him. When the river came into view, he sped up his pace and as soon as he neared the edge, lowered his head to wash out his mouth. He knew that if he spit back into the river, it would get washed away and any trace would be completely lost, but it just didn't feel right to him. Keeping this in mind, the tom turned his cranium and spat out the water onto the soil beside him. Repeating this process a couple of times until he felt comfortable with the results, he turned to Belladonna and gave her a curt nod of his head. "Your assistance proved to be beneficial. Thank you... or something." He meowed slowly, thanking her in his own - odd - way before turning and lapping up some water. Lifting his head as a thought came to mind, he then turned to look at her. "Say, how well do you know this territory?" He questioned lifelessly with a raise of his eyebrow.
[div style="background-color:;border:;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"][spoiler=information × updated 02/17/17][ general ] ∞ and i swear this place was once alive
» confinedpaw abraxus | dislikes nicknames, welcome to attempt | only allows friends and family to give nicknames
» cismale | masculine pronouns | he/him
» ten months | nov. 12 | ages realistically
» panromantic, demisexual | ½ cy-fi | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
» shadowclan | [rank] | [titles]
- ex-paragon of the exiles
» mortal and hates it
- was once a demon | lost all collected souls and is sour about it

[ physical ] ∞ the streets all pulsed like living veins
» domestic feline [main] | health: 100% [ref.]
— average sized for his age, con's fur is short and bright white with faded sapphire tabby markings and under his eyes is a faint navy color so it appears he's always wearing eyeliner; his tail is long and slender with small paws. his nose, tongue, the insides of his ears and pads are black; his left eye is a dark violet and just above it is black snake bites and his right eye is an icy blue; both ears have diamond studs. fluids are a black-ashen colour; slight feminine appearance (and hates it).

[ personality ] ∞ heart was beating cars with blood
» intj | the hero | the snark knight
» introvert | annoyed | temperamental | easily flustered | tsundere
» all bark and bite | observant | diligent | trust issues | direct
» loyal to people, not groups | sociopathic tendencies | affectionate | awkward | bookworm
— on first glance, con is an individual that's hard to approach on friendly terms. and even if such thing is accomplished, chances are he'll turn them down and insist they walk away or get cut. if such a threat doesn't work, he'll then proceed to ignore them or remove himself from the situation. not every strong when it comes to socialization, the feline prefers to keep to himself and is often found drinking tea, up in a tree, reading a book or napping. he can be harsh due to not being able to process his or other's emotions, and even though he doesn't care most of the time, he cares about some aspect a little. once his hard inner and outer shell is broken, as well as the concrete wall surrounding his heart, he's a funny and dependable person who enjoys hugs and jamming out to heavy metal with his friends whom he's fiercely protective of.

[ powers ] ∞ the buildings breathe each time they sway
» n/a

[ interaction ] ∞ time of death, punctuated by the bells
» blackabyss x npc | 2nd generation
» medium physically | hard mentally | will start fights | not very inclined to end other's fights
» open to minor injuries and plotting | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries
» attack in bold #bbeff4 | can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful acts
» dislikes physical contact
- this doesn't apply to friends or family

[ notes ] ∞ the sky turned red, then came the rain
» proper english accent | gets more rugged when angry
» fond of soft things
» not fond of children (friend's children are the only exceptions)
» always ic opinions <3
» ask.fm[/spoiler]

[BELLADONNA]

Belladonna chuckled at his words of thanks, before reaching down to lap a bit of water herself. Looking back up to Confinedpaw, she watched him turn to her with a raised eyebrow, and his question. "Ah, quite well I suppose, I know where the best prey hide, the richest herbs grow, and generally the lay of the land," she mewed, raising an eyebrow of her own. "Any reason?"