@almostangrything Here ya go, this was fun to do and lets be honest NY would kill Texas if he ever tried to do this while he was awake.
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‘why would zuko do that’ he is sixteen years old. ‘i don’t understand zuko’ are you or have you been sixteen years old. ‘zuko just makes bad decisions’ he is sixteen years old. ‘zuko burned down kyoshi island’ he’s literally sixteen years old. ‘zuko kidnapped a twelve year old and dragged him through the snow for hours’ yeah sure but he was sixteen years old. ‘zuko hired an assassin to capture aang, and said assassin went rogue and attempted to kill everyone’ yeah well he’s not good at critical thinking. he’s sixteen years old
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As the strange world around you flashes, you close your eyes and open them again to the sun setting on the first day of the new game.
You are back at spawn and you are not alone.
Skizz: Mumbo!!!!
Mumbo: Oh my goodness
Mumbo: Skizz!
Mumbo: It was you!
Skizz: Yep!
Skizz: You and I are joined at the hip now, my guy, so you better get used to it!!
Mumbo: Oh
Mumbo: You-
Mumbo: You really chose to stay with me so fast? I'd barely even finished reading the rules!
Skizz: Yeah, what was there to think about? I knew my buddy wouldn't betray me!
Mumbo: But we're already down to yellow
Mumbo: Because of me
Mumbo: I just...
Mumbo: I don't even know how it happened, honestly, I'm so sor-
Skizz: Hey, who cares about that! You know what's important?
Skizz: You and I are together now!
Skizz: And if we put together that big smart brain of yours and these guns we will be unstoppable!
Mumbo: ah
Mumbo: Right.
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"son, i could move the sky for you"
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so...midnight and sol in the rewrite... (more info below the cut!)
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in the scorched ruins of a long abandoned ravine awaits an elderly badger. for seasons, midnight retraced the ancient claw-marks of those before this time; fading echoes of now forgotten spirits. every night she patrols the worn stone, accompanied only by the distant pelt of stars above her.
the low humming of wind bouncing off the gorge walls was scarcely broken--be it by a passing critter or occasional loner--but tonight, something was different.
she follows the shrill wailing--lumbering after it with more energy than she had showcased in moons--down the ragged cliff edge, and into the hollowed out stone. there lay a scrawny cat--a kitten. midnight's ears itch at it's mewling, and her throat tightens.
she reaches out a clawed paw, and pulls the shivering scrap towards herself. the kit whimpers still, but unscrews it's eyes. brilliant sunburnt irises burn into her own; and a warmth she had long been deprived melted the aches of age away--if only for a moment.
those pools of yellow observed her curiously. after a heartbeat, the child nuzzled deeper into her wiry coat.
how long had it been since held new life? how long had it been since was held by someone?
regardless of the answer, she couldnt let go now.
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i love sad old people
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Has Saint ever met any other slugcats?
I imagine they have become quite rare, especially around iterator complexes!
Saint doesn't have any complicated feelings regarded slug cats, just because he has the body of one. He wasn't raised by them or anything of the sort. He's closer to a zombie honestly than a slug cat that grew up..
Which is why he's so weak and frail.
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Laurence Zvahl should not be in Warriors.
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dropping this as a “sam is an orange tabby cat” truther raahhhh!!! i know everyone says he’s a golden retriever but id say he gives goopy aa chaotic oren car energy >:3
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