Disco
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Post by Disco on Feb 15, 2007 20:11:20 GMT -5
DISCO FEVER!
Just call my name,
I'll be there in a hurry,
you don't have to worry,
Cause baby there
AIN"T NO MOUNTAIN HIIIIIGH ENOOOOUGH!
AIN'T NOOO VAAALLEEY LOOOOOW ENOOOUGH!
AIN'T NOOO RI-VER WIIIIDE ENOOOOUGH,
to keep me from gettin' to you, baby!
Disco danced over the StoneClan boundary, belting it out; but he did have a fabulous singing voice. With a mighty leap, he jumped upon a nearby boulder (it was STONEClan territory, right?) and did an impromptu jig upon it. Searching for no one, wanting for nothing, he simply enjoyed the day with every fiber of his being. He might meet a cat, he might not. It didn't really matter. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and what do you know, so was he! What a fabulous day, no? He did not really speak to anyone in particular, but to the world in general. 'Cause he's cool like that.
'Cause WE GOT IT! |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 17, 2007 23:12:24 GMT -5
Tiptoe through the tulips? I say, run through the roses! Make life fun, its the only one we've got!
A tortoiseshell cat strolled along the border of an umfamiliar territory. Though that thought was redundant, since none of these territories was familiar to him. Wait, a MALE tortoiseshell? Let's inspect this further...
Yes, he IS male...and wait...what was that? He likes toms? Could he get any weirder?!
"Pardon me narrator...but could you shut up?" Denali spoke to himself. He was not really as crazy as he seemed, he was just one of those cats that spoke to himself a lot. Kind of, made a personal record of his life in his mind. The "narrator" was just a silly sort of self-loathing complex that he spoke with when he was feeling down. Not to say he was upset about being the way he was...he just knew others rarely liked it.
Finally ceasing his chatter with the air, he came to the very edge of the scent markers he'd smelled all along this region. He sat down and licked a paw, swiping it over his face. What exactly did a gay tom do to get into a Clan? |
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Post by Kestrel on Feb 17, 2007 23:23:01 GMT -5
Ah, how Røckwell loved a song.
His ears pricked up, and he hurried forward, his siamese face tilted. He was, in fact, a siamese, so that made sense.
He bounded into StoneClan territory without a second thought, and upon entering the stony clearing, tripped and fell over his paws...and landed directly on the paws of the tortoiseshell tom.
He lay where he had fallen, one bent ear twitching, dark blue eyes laughing. "Hello!" the gay siamese sang, looking up at the tom.
Loud and proud.
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Genesis
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Post by Genesis on Feb 17, 2007 23:27:35 GMT -5
Well now, well now.
What have we here?
My my, a gay kitty convention?
That ain’t a sight you see everyday.
Buttttttttttttttttterfullllllllllly!
Pounce!
A small, yellow and black butterfly danced away from a gentle looking, pure white young tom. His yellow eyes blinked, a musical laugh escaping his mouth as he danced after it.
There was nothing wrong with playing with butterflies.
Who said that?
Genesis was alone.
There was nothing left to go back to.
Nothing left….
But why think such emo thoughts on such a vibrant day?
Wait, was that….voices?
Voices!
That meant company!
“Heeeeeeeello there!”
Genesis raised his voice, as he made his way towards the sounds of the singing, the voices.
Company.
Poor gay young tom had been close only to his sister, and now that she…
Scratch that. No remembering here.
“Hello, hello!”
His white fluffy tail wiggled as he bounded up to the two. |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 17, 2007 23:29:53 GMT -5
Life's an adventure, go discover something!
Wow, here the toms are bowing at his feet. In his old home, he couldn't have bribed them to give him a decent...
"SHUT UP..." Denali snarled at the "narrator."
Peering down at the tom who had landed at his paws, he tried to determine exactly what had just happened. Seeing how adorable the delicate Siamese looked, lying clumsily sprawled, Denali smiled. Then he noticed the other tom coming toward them and yet another off in the distance a bit.
"I never thought I'd be so popular..." he ventured, feeling a little sheepish. After all, his leader nearly killed him back ho...
In his mind, Denali promptly sat on the "narrator." |
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Post by Kestrel on Feb 17, 2007 23:37:03 GMT -5
Røckwell returned the smile with gay abandon...literally. His smile was wide and sweet and natrual; he was a cat who was happy with life and all his gayness.
Loud and proud, possibly the exact opposite of the insecure calico.
Røckwell rolled over and stood, his blue eyes turning to the other cats in turn. He yowled a collective, "Hello, all!"
His patented -and usually reliable- GayDar(c) was sending him constant pings, but he ignored them; what good luck could possibly grant him a day to meet so many of his own gay kind?
"I am Røckwell!"
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Genesis
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Post by Genesis on Feb 17, 2007 23:44:19 GMT -5
The young white tom bounded up to the other two with sheer joy. To see another feline face, especially ones that didn’t want to hurt him…
He was one happy tom!
“I’m Genesis!”
Was the bright, exuberant chirrup; almost innocent in nature and defiantly emitted with a silly grin. With half flattened ears and a purr rippling through the air, he almost pounced on the two toms.
“Ge-ne-sis! Genesis, that’s me! I never thought I was going to see another cat again, oh no! Then poor Genesis would cry.”
He stopped abruptly the rambling, looking at the two with a strange expression.
“Wow….you’re both cute!”
He then almost immediately shut his mouth, backing away only to sit down.
Hard.
Then yellow eye flicked to his paws.
“I’ma sorry. I didn’t mean…” |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 18, 2007 0:00:21 GMT -5
Can life really be this good?
All of these toms just appeared and they were all like him? Oh, Denali you must be dreaming!
Denali unsheathed his claws at the narrator and it decided to be quiet.
'Hello Genesis...Rackwell, do either of you have any idea where we are?" |
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Post by Featherstar on Feb 18, 2007 0:07:38 GMT -5
I can answer that. You are in StoneClan territory. The she-cat's voice had come seemingly from nowhere. The brown leader stepped out from a shrub and approached the congregation of cats on her border. This was more than Featherstar had seen in a long time and she was somewhat overwhelmed. But, being the leader that she was, the she-cat remained calm. Right now was business. The business of expanding her clan by adding cats. But first, she had to learn more about these cats.
Might I ask who all of you are?
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Post by rockwell on Feb 18, 2007 0:07:39 GMT -5
Røckwell wheeled to face the shyer cat, Genesis. He bounded over to him, stared him in the face intently, then yelled, AHA! I knew it!!"
He grinned happily. "Don't worry about it, Genesis. If my radar...eh, GayDar(c) is correct, you are in the presence of friends!"
He looked very pleased to be in like company again. "Am I right, all?" he meowed expectantly, nearly purring.
Then he promptly fell over.
Loud and proud.
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Genesis
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Post by Genesis on Feb 18, 2007 0:14:27 GMT -5
Right, what a way to greet the gentle tom. Yell right in his face.
Ah, but Genesis just looked up and beamed kindly right back at Røckwell.
“You mean…you’re…?”
Talk about the innocent one here. But he had lived quite a sheltered life, before losing it all.
The small white tom bounded to Røckwell as he fell, becoming a fluff landing cushion for the more out-going tom.
“Oof. You ok..ay.?”
Then there was another cat, a female this time, and Genesis blinked from under Røckwell, rather overwhelmed by it all.
“As I…sai…I’m Genesis..”
Was what he could squeeze out. |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 18, 2007 0:27:41 GMT -5
Will life always have limits?
Denali immediately looked up at the sound of the she-cat's voice. She seemed to exude authority and he somehow just knew that she was the leader here.
"Pardon ma'am, we're just a bunch of lone toms...very special toms..." he stammered, tripping over his own words.
You're so lame Denali...
Do you have a deathwish narrator? |
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Rhapsody
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Uke? Is that what I am?
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Post by Rhapsody on Feb 18, 2007 0:37:42 GMT -5
Oh dear. Listen to all the strange voices off in the distance.
Rhapsody padded along in a sychopated way, almost as if he were dancing, such a strange thing for a shy tom as he.
But none-the-less, he was skipping.
The tuxedoed tom came upon the scene, a few toms all gathered around and talking.
Oh how Rhap's heart fluttered at the sight. But he wouldn't let on to his delight. Oh no.
He called out in a meak voice;
"Good day." He said a single, simple phrase...he would speak more, perhaps, later. Once he thought of something to say.
For right now, he was nervous, as he gets around other males, and when he's nervous, it was only natrual for his tongue to somehow knot itself. |
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Post by rockwell on Feb 18, 2007 0:44:27 GMT -5
Røckwell crawled off Genesis, meowing earnestly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm pretty clumsy."
He gave the tom a smile, before turning to the newest cat. "Yes, it is, isn't it?" he purred to him. Røckwell was quite excited at the moment; so many fellows to talk to!
"I'm Røckwell," he meowed to Rhapsody in his friendly way, teetering slightly. His balance was utterly shot, but that -and his blue eyes and his floppy ear- only added to his adorable-ness.
His bright red-tipped tail waved behind him.
Loud and proud.
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Rhapsody
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Post by Rhapsody on Feb 18, 2007 0:52:02 GMT -5
Rhapsody shifted from paw to paw almost uneasily as Rackwell, the oh so exhuberant tom greeted him
Indeed. 'Tis.
He gave a slight incline of his head before giving the tom a once-over.
He was....adorable, to say the least.
Rhap couldn't help but give a chuckle as he heard what he had just thought.
What brings us all here, I wonder? [/color] |
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Genesis
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Post by Genesis on Feb 18, 2007 0:54:05 GMT -5
What am I, you’re crutch?
But the kind white tom couldn’t help be help to brace Røckwell, after he himself got up. After all, we didn’t want him to go falling on everyone else now did we?
“Im’a Genesis!”
That was the second, no, third time he’d introduced himself today. But Genesis merely smiled that adorable smile of his, joy glittering in the depths of those soulful yellow eyes.
But what could he say?
Genesis had never known, let alone even thought, there were other toms like him.
And he was now happy.
Very very happy. |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 18, 2007 1:05:05 GMT -5
Can this really be real?
You are SO dreaming Denali. There's no way this many cats could like you and there's no way that leader will accept you! How foolish can you be?
I'm getting AWFULLY tired of you...damned narrator...
Denali tried for the millionth time to put his self-loathing thoughts behind him. He should be exthralled to meet so many cats of his..."type." Determined to show them the fun-loving cat that had been nearly crushed by his former leader, he strode over to the others.
"I'm Denali and I'd really love if we could be friends!" he said, as cheerfully as he could muster. Then he turned to the she-cat leader, flicking his tail in happiness. "I'm sorry we've caused such a stir, is it even possible to admit such a number into your Clan?" |
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Post by rockwell on Feb 18, 2007 1:11:20 GMT -5
Røckwell tilted his head, one ear flapping, and purred, "I'm Røckwell. Cats like us should stick together; I think we could all be friends."
He was forced to untilt his head, due to the fact that his balance was nearly nonexistant; he almost fell over in several different ways in the next minute.
He gave them a cheerful, silly grin.
We're all in the same boat, eh?
Loud and proud.
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Genesis
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Post by Genesis on Feb 18, 2007 3:13:10 GMT -5
Agh, noooo!
It was a valiant effort on the young white tom’s part, as he shifted and moved every time Røckwell wobbled, a paw going out to gently brace the Siamese.
He just didn’t want him to fall over again.
It was sweet, but sheltered Genesis didn’t really know it as that.
He just though he was helping out the attractive, brazen tom.
And he like it.
“Will you fall over if you sit down, or is that safer?”
He nipped at Røckwell playfully, fluffy tail flicking at yellow eye wandered to look at the new tom, then Denali, then the she-cat leader.
Would she accept such odd toms?
Would she be heartless enough to throw them out?
What was being heartless life?
Genesis’s father wa…had been strict, but open to his young son. His mother kindly and intelligent. His sister brave and confident, where he had always been shy and gentle.
And the rest were all so wonderful too.
Then…
Then…
Pain momentarily clouded those bright, soulful eyes.
Genesis blinked and looked away.
Not now…
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Disco
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Post by Disco on Feb 18, 2007 12:04:13 GMT -5
DISCO FEVER!
HO MY GAWD!
*jawdrop*
*happytear*
4 handsome toms and he was on Clan territory! The voices of the others had interrupted his singing, but he was far from disappointed. The best day ever! He saw the others falling and prancing around, he just had to join in.
DISCO INFERNOOOOOO!
He jumped straight into the thick of the group, crying his own awesome fanfare. He landed front and center, and performed a sweeping bow. Hey dolls, he said with a wink.
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