As she organized her collection of materials, Whisper’s mind drifted. It was easy, monotonous work, more for her own indulgence than for any improvements to the organization. It was a mess of things, several expired herbs hidden away underneath slate leaned against precious gems. The dame snapped a bubble, sending idly to Doe to confirm their departure. Her gaze drifted to the newest additions to her questing arsenal, the bottles Hop had made for her. Having stuff was undeniably nice, but cats seemed to place so much stock into the ownership of things. It didn’t make much sense to her; you didn’t have something, then you did, and eventually you wouldn’t again. Losing things was as natural a part of the process as gaining them, like baby teeth coming out. Then again, some cats freaked out plenty when their teeth came falling out of their head. She smirked, remembering the various things she had vandalized that had gotten reactions. If cats just cared less, she would stop, but it was
Don't Ask Questions You Don't Want Answers To by Brayd-Gerard, literature
Literature
Don't Ask Questions You Don't Want Answers To
GirlBoy — Today at 8:04 PM Max is quiet for the rest of the night. In the late morning the next day she receives a RIDICULOUS amount of Sendings which distract her for a good long while. She seem excited, then angry, then smug, then frustrated, then tired, and when they finally stop coming, she takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. Despite being tired she doesn't seem sad at all and after having mostly ignored Def for the duration of the exchange, she finally says, "Okay, I think he's done. Sorry about that. Who knew Ezra would blow all of his energy on Sending." Michaelius — Today at 8:32 PM Def just assumed Max was having a conniption and glances over at her comment. “No worries, I wasn’t expecting much in the way of conversation.” GirlBoy — Today at 8:41 PM Max huffs a bit and takes a deep breath. "Yeah. Well, it's going to be hard to take advantage of your offer if we don't talk." Michaelius — Today at 8:51 PM “Then ask a question.” GirlBoy — Today at 8:52 PM Max took
Whisper cleared her throat, firelight playing off her white and grey fur and dancing in her eyes. “A poem.” “There was a tom with no class Who wanted a nice piece of ass. He went for a kiss But it went real amiss And got him yelled at by the brass.” She settled back, looking smug. “Another poem.” “There was a dame who had kits Who loved them so much she had fits. She gave them a hug As she would a great bug And squeezed them apart to bits.” She airily waved her paw. “A third.” “There was a tom with great duty But he shirked it to look for booty. He watched a dame die And skulked off to cry But still remembered to act snooty.” She was so clearly pleased with herself. “And a fourth.” “There was a cat with a gaze quite numbing, Who spoke with a great deal of nose-thumbing. He got a promotion That caused a commotion But his mother couldn’t be bothered into coming” She glanced about, sparing the tom a good-natured grin if he was around. “Fifth.” “Ugh, whatever, I’m out of
As she organized her collection of materials, Whisper’s mind drifted. It was easy, monotonous work, more for her own indulgence than for any improvements to the organization. It was a mess of things, several expired herbs hidden away underneath slate leaned against precious gems. The dame snapped a bubble, sending idly to Doe to confirm their departure. Her gaze drifted to the newest additions to her questing arsenal, the bottles Hop had made for her. Having stuff was undeniably nice, but cats seemed to place so much stock into the ownership of things. It didn’t make much sense to her; you didn’t have something, then you did, and eventually you wouldn’t again. Losing things was as natural a part of the process as gaining them, like baby teeth coming out. Then again, some cats freaked out plenty when their teeth came falling out of their head. She smirked, remembering the various things she had vandalized that had gotten reactions. If cats just cared less, she would stop, but it was
Don't Ask Questions You Don't Want Answers To by Brayd-Gerard, literature
Literature
Don't Ask Questions You Don't Want Answers To
GirlBoy — Today at 8:04 PM Max is quiet for the rest of the night. In the late morning the next day she receives a RIDICULOUS amount of Sendings which distract her for a good long while. She seem excited, then angry, then smug, then frustrated, then tired, and when they finally stop coming, she takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. Despite being tired she doesn't seem sad at all and after having mostly ignored Def for the duration of the exchange, she finally says, "Okay, I think he's done. Sorry about that. Who knew Ezra would blow all of his energy on Sending." Michaelius — Today at 8:32 PM Def just assumed Max was having a conniption and glances over at her comment. “No worries, I wasn’t expecting much in the way of conversation.” GirlBoy — Today at 8:41 PM Max huffs a bit and takes a deep breath. "Yeah. Well, it's going to be hard to take advantage of your offer if we don't talk." Michaelius — Today at 8:51 PM “Then ask a question.” GirlBoy — Today at 8:52 PM Max took
Whisper cleared her throat, firelight playing off her white and grey fur and dancing in her eyes. “A poem.” “There was a tom with no class Who wanted a nice piece of ass. He went for a kiss But it went real amiss And got him yelled at by the brass.” She settled back, looking smug. “Another poem.” “There was a dame who had kits Who loved them so much she had fits. She gave them a hug As she would a great bug And squeezed them apart to bits.” She airily waved her paw. “A third.” “There was a tom with great duty But he shirked it to look for booty. He watched a dame die And skulked off to cry But still remembered to act snooty.” She was so clearly pleased with herself. “And a fourth.” “There was a cat with a gaze quite numbing, Who spoke with a great deal of nose-thumbing. He got a promotion That caused a commotion But his mother couldn’t be bothered into coming” She glanced about, sparing the tom a good-natured grin if he was around. “Fifth.” “Ugh, whatever, I’m out of
You have been ever so patient with me, and I've expressed it often enough that you probably don't need to hear it again. The characters you play are so damn interesting; I've been following their stories, reading their roleplays, trying to keep up-to-date, and honestly they are some of my favorites in oSaC. The things you and the others do to keep this group running is astonishing to me; I can't even imagine how hard you work, and I'm sure you know (though I'm going to say it again because I can) that everyone here appreciates you so much more than words can express. <33
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