{CaC} In Which The Clans Become... Human?

[Springtalon]

-<]Ivani Moon || Currently; Female || Location; Tony's Store || Tags; Tony[>-

Ivani snorted as if to say 'I want to agree with you, but I don't want Dusty to hear me agreeing with you'. Managing to get the broom out, she began to sweep the large building. So Tony...how did you get a buisness degree, if you don't like cleaning your shop? For that matter, how has the health department not bothered to even open your doors to check you?

[Dinolil1]

Smirking, Tony simply shrugged. ''Business has never said anything about cleaning...millionaires get someone else to do it for them.'' He replied. ''All I do is sell things and call the cops if someone's shoplifting.'' Privately he added 'if Dusty walks in and starts being an idiot.'. ''And the health department likes me.'' Tony beamed, tapping the side of his nose. ''I'm not 100% innocent, Ivy...I've sinned too...''

[hazilnut]

Beech Song | Location: Piers's Coffee Shop| Tagging: Soul

"That sounds like a good way to live!" Beech fumbled around in one of their 43 pockets, fingers brushing a vial then being promptly withdrawn empty. That would be the wrong pocket. Don't want to gotevealing that one! They checked another and were releaved to feel the crinkle of money. Beech didn't believe in credit cards after all, too easy to track. Withdrawing the small wad of bills they flashed a smile at Soul. "When it opens I'll get you a donut! One can never have too much sugar after all! That's my life policy!" Even if it tastes disgusting.

[eltonn]

-- Dusty Gritson | Female | @Tony's Store | Tagged; Ivani, Tony

The short female was wearing a dark green hoodie, the hood flipped over her face and hiding her yellow eyes. Dusty opened the door to Tony's shop, keeping her head down and trying to act casual as she strod to the drinks section. Opening the door to the cooler, Dusty peered at the rows of labels before plucking out a Monster Energy and popping the lid. Dusty took a gulp from the can. "I'm takin' this, bye." She lifted her free hand, flashing the peace sign and heading towards the door with a sly grin. Of course, this was pure Dusty right here. Although, Minnowsplash seemed to be emerging a bit, wanting to cause trouble with Avaricepaw, so that didn't help. At least it pushed back Goldenpelt and Hawthorneclaw's overwhelming pain and mourning. Smokeykit was too young to understand why his sister never played with him anymore. Or why she never came back after Grizzleyfang carried her out of camp. 'To go sleep,' Barkflower had murmured to him. But if she was just sleeping, why were tears running down her muzzle? Don't think about them, Dusty. Just get the clawin' energy drink.

[Ember!]

Thackeray Foster
Clan: Thicketclan |Gender: Male |Location: ??? |Tagged: None, open

Thackeray searched through the pictures he had just taken. He yawned loudly, quite tired from waking up earlier than usual. One has to pay for their art sometimes. He watched the sun slowly rise from the east through squinted eyes, distracting himself to try and tune out the tensions in his head. Wild and Honey seemed to be bickering again. He sighed, tucking his camera into his backpack. Settling down on a bench, he rummaged through the pile of junk in his bag to find the snacks.

[røsebud]

((finally making this!))

name - Aspen Storm
clan - AspenClan
age - appears about 22 years old
gender - female
job - works part-time at a small bookstore on weekdays, and volunteers at an animal shelter weekend afternoons
personality - Aspen often prefers to be alone. She dislikes large crowds, but enjoys having a few close friends. She is very quiet, and is often seen reading. At first, she seems cold and distant, but is surprisingly sensitive. Despite her quiet nature, Aspen is anything but submissive, and seems her personality seems to flip when she's angry (she's broken quite a few noses over the years). Although nice to people's faces, she can be very judgmental and critical. She loves reading, painting, and watching YouTube videos for hours on end.
other - she has a coton de tulear dog named Lucy (I considered giving her a cat, but decided that that would be a bit too ironic xD)

[røsebud]

Aspen Storm
female // 22 years old // Location: bookstore // Tagged: open
Aspen sat behind the cash register, her green eyes sweeping over the nearly empty store. Lucy sat at her feet, gazing up at her. She smiled softly, glad for the company that Lucy provided. Aspen had needed to spend days bargaining to allow Lucy to tag along with her. Lucy had been a rescue pup, and was very attached to Aspen. She knew that if the young dog hadn't been allowed to accompany her to work, poor Lucy would have torn the apartment to pieces. Luckily, her boss was fairly reasonable, and Lucy's charm had helped to influence his decision as well. Thanks to him, Lucy was now allowed to stay in the bookstore with Aspen as long as she didn't cause any trouble. Aspen cast one more glance around the small shop to reassure herself that there were no customers inside before slowly reaching down and picking up a battered novel of her own. The dog-eared pages had been leafed through dozens of times each, but still felt brand-new with each reading. Aspen sat herself down on the floor and gingerly opened the book to where she had last left off. Lucy trotted forward and lay down beside her, resting her furry head in Aspen's lap.

[Dinolil1]

Tony Springer was as quick to act, nearly hurling himself over the counter. ''Come back here you delinquent!'' He bellowed, knocking over a box full of ice-cream. ''Give that back!'' Tony hissed, reaching out with his clumsy hands. When I say clumsy, I mean it. Tony tripped over some unseen obstacle, and crashed into Dusty. Attempting to wrestle the energy drink from her hands, Tony scolded her. ''You thief, You idiot, You moron, You low-life!'' Tony hated Dusty so much, and it was only fuelled by the voices in his head's cordial dislike of the clan that Dusty was representing, Witherclan. ''I will smack you with biggest romance book I've written!'' he threatened. ''And I will ban you from my store if you do that ONE.MORE.TIME!''


(Seed, do you want to make a forbidden relationship with a cat from your clan and my clan, to see how those two would react or nah?)

[deimido]

//sorry for taking so long in replying here rip,,

Piers Pines || nonbinary + they/them || location ;; coffee shop || tags ;; beech, soul
Piers counted themself lucky that their house was built directly over his coffee shop, it was much less stressful to get ready for work then how it used to be back when they were a politician. They whistled a random tune as they ran a comb through their ebony-colored hair, tying it up in a loose ponytail when they were done and making their way to the coat rack and taking the dark green apron that hung from it and putting it on, once they deemed themselves ready for the day they left home and went downstairs to open up the coffee shop. Piers furrowed their brows when they noticed two people just outside the door chatting which each other, suddenly they felt a little worried that the two were kept waiting for too long - but then again, there was a sign hanging outside saying that opening hours were gonna be a little late today, surely they would have noticed that? With a shrug, Piers took out a set of keys from their jean pocket and picked out the one that opened the door for the shop, sticking it into the lock and pulled it out once a satisfying 'click' was heard, then they opened the door for the two of them and stepped aside so that the two could come in.

"Good morning," They greeted. "hope you weren't kept waiting for too long!"

[eltonn]

-- Dusty Gritson | Female | @Tony's Store | Tagged; Ivani, Tony

Dusty snorted, plucking her drink back from Ton'ys grasping paws hands. "Try it and you won't have a romance book anymore." With her other hand, she reached into her pocked and pulled out a few dollar bills, dropping them on Tony's face. Good, now claw his face. Ravenpaw, be quiet! You know what happened last time we let you 'help' Dusty. Smoothpaw to the rescue. It seemed all she did these days was keep Ravenpaw in check. Dusty took another drink from the Monster Energy, still keeping an eye on Tony. A sudden wailing arose in her skull, pounding against the sides and causing Dusty to choke on the liquid in her mouth, almost spittig it out. She felt as if... something was missing. Gone, and would never be back. Dead. One of the parts of her that was happy and hyper.. but had slowed recently. And a wave of sorrow from the clan's newest parents. The burning in her arms, her dropped heart. Emptiness where it should have been full. Asphodelkit's dead. Was all her mind could register. The kit must have died when Grizzleyfang took her out of camp; had been so close that Dawnglow couldn't keep her in the den any longer. And now... Dusty didn't know how to react.

ooc; i've got this idea that dead cats can influence Dusty better than living, so Dusty has to deal with a kit trying to make all her descisions xD

edit// well hECK i didn't realize but im so used to roleplaying cats that i wrote 'paws' instead of hands ono