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Username: HowlingCat
Native language?: English
In how many languages do you write?: Just one uwu
Storyteller or poet? (or both?): Storyteller
Original Fiction or Fanfiction? (or both?): Both but primarily the latter
What is your preferred genre?: Fantasy and Adventure!
Will you be sharing with us?: Yep
Is there anywhere we can find your work?: Not at the moment! Trying to sort out a proper place at the moment since my work is all over the place!
Show us some of your writing!:
(in the hidebox please)
Even though I’m no longer running the clan, I thought I will join the new version as a regular member uwu
Immortal Epee
The voice of the Stufful lookalike was progressively getting harder to understand. It was something that made him realize the voice he heard moments ago did not belong to it. As his brain woke him up, the feeling of softness was what greeted him. What he laid on rubbed against his skin like feathers. It tickled his skin and gave him the temptation to return to sleep. Honestly, he would have if it wasn’t for his other senses flipping back on. A fruity fragrance filled his nostrils that was slightly dulled by the contrasting unpleasant scent of what he could assume to be feces belonging to some kind of Pokemon. The faint waft of hay and sweet flowers tangled themselves within the two smells forming into a fragrance that reminded him of home. Faint chatter and little bahs became the voices he heard. They were much more pleasant over the chirping of the doll. His taste..well not much was needed to be said about it. It was just there. He wasn’t tasting anything special.
His vision was the last thing to return to him. Of course, he was careful when it came to opening his eyes since the last thing he needed was to be blinded by the damn sun. A low groan escaped his lips as he rolled his head to the side slightly and opened his eyes. Those emerald orbs studied the stone wall that made up the fencing of the farm to his left. From the darkened dirt and the faint lines that ran across it, he assumed that the area that the stone wall fenced off had been recently tended to. He closed his eyes and yawned, feeling his tongue stretched out his mouth from the motion. His body stretched out slightly like a cat waking up after taking a short nap.With a grunt, the male shoved himself into a sitting position and scratched his cheek.