NEW TAB: sherbet - male - feline - tags - typhoon
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Sherbet was willing to admit, this wasn't the greatest idea when it was just becoming dark and things were more dangerous. But, he was determine, and already committed, and he bothered the current stand-in for command to let him do it at sunset instead of sunrise, so he can't turn back now. Paws already aching from wandering shore, Sherbet had the map clinched tight in his spare satchel, eyes sharp as he began his search.
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Muddy paws stopped, a few claws broken from digging, two out of three charms in his little satchel holding the map. Disbelief crossed his face, fear swimming in his green orbs: the last charm was across the channel to another island. Skittering back from the sea spray he welcomed hours ago, the night sky didn't do much to illuminate where the water was. His body trembled, whiskered quivering as he slowly got back into motion. Then, with a burst of speed, sprinted back as quietly as he could to where he kept his boats, the ones finished and unfinished, the ones he's too scared to use due to fear of the water. Sherbet quickly pushed one into the water, his heart racing and his body shaking like a leaf.
The ocean was gently rocking, once he floated further out, his body quaking as it slowly approached the island he needed to get the last charm. After what felt like agonizing hours, in reality was maybe less than an hour, the boat touched the other beach. Springing, and falling due to his fear response, he scrambled up and looked at the map once again. Eyes glinting, Sherbet raced off, claws aching and hurting, his body draining of energy. Finally, finally, he found the last one.
Now it's time for the last part.
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Sherbet, in all his life, never thought he'd be hiking back to his house with the emerald of the Blackjack Rats in his satchel, rather never thought he'd be two pawsteps from falling into a volcano. He never thought he'd do the ceremony, he never really felt, feels, connected with the Typhoon like he did with the Palm Glades, but this...this he decided was his step to making the Typhoon feel like home.
Pausing, the ice cream cat let out a groan of exhaustion, and changed course to the piercing parlor. He still needed to get his ears done.
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Stumbling, it was a little past sunrise, and his ears puffy and inflamed. Two black gauges (normal sized) were now set in his ears, as well as the standard golden hoop for the Typhoon in his right ear, the emerald mineral charm glinting in the sunlight.
All he wanted to do was go home and take a nice hot bath to soothe his aching paws, broken claws, and sleep off the bone deep tiredness from being over the water.
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Muddy paws stopped, a few claws broken from digging, two out of three charms in his little satchel holding the map. Disbelief crossed his face, fear swimming in his green orbs: the last charm was across the channel to another island. Skittering back from the sea spray he welcomed hours ago, the night sky didn't do much to illuminate where the water was. His body trembled, whiskered quivering as he slowly got back into motion. Then, with a burst of speed, sprinted back as quietly as he could to where he kept his boats, the ones finished and unfinished, the ones he's too scared to use due to fear of the water. Sherbet quickly pushed one into the water, his heart racing and his body shaking like a leaf.
The ocean was gently rocking, once he floated further out, his body quaking as it slowly approached the island he needed to get the last charm. After what felt like agonizing hours, in reality was maybe less than an hour, the boat touched the other beach. Springing, and falling due to his fear response, he scrambled up and looked at the map once again. Eyes glinting, Sherbet raced off, claws aching and hurting, his body draining of energy. Finally, finally, he found the last one.
Now it's time for the last part.
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Sherbet, in all his life, never thought he'd be hiking back to his house with the emerald of the Blackjack Rats in his satchel, rather never thought he'd be two pawsteps from falling into a volcano. He never thought he'd do the ceremony, he never really felt, feels, connected with the Typhoon like he did with the Palm Glades, but this...this he decided was his step to making the Typhoon feel like home.
Pausing, the ice cream cat let out a groan of exhaustion, and changed course to the piercing parlor. He still needed to get his ears done.
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Stumbling, it was a little past sunrise, and his ears puffy and inflamed. Two black gauges (normal sized) were now set in his ears, as well as the standard golden hoop for the Typhoon in his right ear, the emerald mineral charm glinting in the sunlight.
All he wanted to do was go home and take a nice hot bath to soothe his aching paws, broken claws, and sleep off the bone deep tiredness from being over the water.
SHERBET MINT Flóki!
male ★ rainbow sherbet tabby ★ architect ★ typhoon ★ tags ★ ice cream lad