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Post by Honeystorm on May 29, 2020 23:31:51 GMT -5
( Creating a bunch of open threads and pinging users in them! Feel free to reply regardless of if you're the one tagged to jump in or not, and even if you're tagged, obviously this is an optional rp. Phantom here's your thread. c; )
Jules-tyke was as dramatic as they came. At current, the young tom was currently sitting in the garden, getting treated because he'd managed to end up stuck in a thorny bush topside. Contrary to his usual whining, Apollo's adopted son was trying to act all tough, as if there weren't actually tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Boasting to anyone who'd listen about taking on a hawk and winning, especially any of his siblings who came to visit. Which, naturally, was far, far from the reality of the situation, but thus far, no one had directly called him out on it, quite yet. Not that one could expect it to last. Someone was bound to get annoyed enough by the accented tom's constant blathering that they'd either shove a huge ball of moss in his maw, or take his arrogant attempt at charm and crush him as best they could.
Waves of golden-blonde fur swooshed around the body of the large tyke, hues of bronze and light platinum swirling up from beneath as his coat lifted slightly with each movement made. Bram-tyke was an interesting character, in both appearance and personality; his mesmerizing coat giving way to endless turquoise eyes, a small velvet top hat angled ever so delicately atop his head. He was a manipulator, and to make things more enticing he was quite intelligent, a mixture of qualities some would say one cat should possess at the same time.
The day had just started and already Bram-tyke was fully groomed, his hat adjusted perfectly so that it sat at a slight tilt between his ears, he had planned today's events out the night before the first on his list now leading him to find their commander. He hadn't gotten very far in his search as he poked into the garden and caught sight of his brother, his eyes rolling; the memory of that day flooding back to him, along with his dear brothers outrageous story of fighting a hawk. He had kept his mouth shut just as everyone else had done, curious to see how far Jules-tyke would take it. "Goo'day brother, how're you feeling?" It had been the first time he had come to see the other tom, and even now it had not been deliberately but, he was here now so he may as well check on him.
