M A G I C A L

Cori winced as Mac yelled at the henchcats, instinctively placing his paws over his ears to block out the noise, as well as the echoing commotion of chairs scraping against the ground and pawsteps making their way out of the room. He couldn’t help thinking of the fact that the henchcats were so silent as they left, and a chill ran down his spine as he contemplated why - had they been scared into submission by Macavity’s yelling? If so, what had he done to them to make them so afraid? Disturbing thoughts and images began to echo in his mind at the thought of what he could have done to some of these cats, and he began to feel somewhat nauseous - abandoning any thoughts of the henchcats, he turned to Macavity, squaring his shoulders as he tried to act like he hadn’t just cowered at the sounds echoing around the common room. ‘Do you have any other places to show me, or is this all you have?’

“Well, let’s see…” Mac pointed over at the exit to the right, “that way will lead you to where all the henchcats sleep, unless your Jerrie and teaser and keep buying out a guest room. This is a demolished hotel, you see. They just failed at demolishing it. ” Mac turned to face Cori, “You can’t join the henchcats yet. I’ll let you figure out why.” Mac quickly stepped over, padding lightly down the stairs and out the left exit, where the henchcats had rushed out of before.

‘Jerrie and Teazer are here?’ Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen either of them about in the junkyard in a while - he’d chalked it down to a combination of being part of an expensive household (a lot of the other cats who were house pets were away from the junkyard for weeks at a time, especially when the housefolk went on holiday) and being mischievous tricksters who were out causing some sort of mayhem, but them working for Macavity made quite a lot of sense, and despite the fact that it was quite obvious when he put two and two together that they were up to something mavolent he couldn’t help being slightly disturbed at the fact that he wasn’t the only Jellicle working for this monster. ‘Macavity, wait.’ he cried, following the ginger tom down the stairs and calling after him as we walked through the door. ‘Are they the only other Jellicles working with you, or are there more?’ 

Mac looked back, “Huh? Oh, uh, if Griddlebone and Growltiger count. They’re in and out, however.” The ginger, “Oh, and we now have you. You’re a jellicle.” He laughed lightly as he closed the door behind him.

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Cori winced as Mac yelled at the henchcats, instinctively placing his paws over his ears to block out the noise, as well as the echoing commotion of chairs scraping against the ground and pawsteps making their way out of the room. He couldn’t help thinking of the fact that the henchcats were so silent as they left, and a chill ran down his spine as he contemplated why - had they been scared into submission by Macavity’s yelling? If so, what had he done to them to make them so afraid? Disturbing thoughts and images began to echo in his mind at the thought of what he could have done to some of these cats, and he began to feel somewhat nauseous - abandoning any thoughts of the henchcats, he turned to Macavity, squaring his shoulders as he tried to act like he hadn’t just cowered at the sounds echoing around the common room. ‘Do you have any other places to show me, or is this all you have?’

“Well, let’s see…” Mac pointed over at the exit to the right, “that way will lead you to where all the henchcats sleep, unless your Jerrie and teaser and keep buying out a guest room. This is a demolished hotel, you see. They just failed at demolishing it. ” Mac turned to face Cori, “You can’t join the henchcats yet. I’ll let you figure out why.” Mac quickly stepped over, padding lightly down the stairs and out the left exit, where the henchcats had rushed out of before.

'Jerrie and Teazer are here?' Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen either of them about in the junkyard in a while - he'd chalked it down to a combination of being part of an expensive household (a lot of the other cats who were house pets were away from the junkyard for weeks at a time, especially when the housefolk went on holiday) and being mischievous tricksters who were out causing some sort of mayhem, but them working for Macavity made quite a lot of sense, and despite the fact that it was quite obvious when he put two and two together that they were up to something mavolent he couldn't help being slightly disturbed at the fact that he wasn't the only Jellicle working for this monster. 'Macavity, wait.’ he cried, following the ginger tom down the stairs and calling after him as we walked through the door. ‘Are they the only other Jellicles working with you, or are there more?’ 

How do you guys cope when you’re feeling insecure about your writing? I’m trapped in the whole ‘why did I make this blog my writing sucks it’s all commas and dashes everywhere’ stage of thought and have no idea how to get out of it, and it’s taking a massive toll on my mental health…

I’m not on my rp blog right now but!!! Oh my god!!! Fam your writing is beautiful!! You use such interesting words but you don’t overdo it; it always sounds so descriptive and natural, and again, the words you use have such precise meanings that I completely understand what’s going on, but they also aren’t needlessly fancy. Your writing is amazing my dude

Oh my god thank you so much! I’m a really awkward person when it comes to compliments, and don’t really have any idea what to say apart from thank you, but I really appreciate everything you said and am really glad I’m roleplaying with you <3

Mac rushed over, grabbing Cori by his neck and warping again, this time in an extremely dark area. The air was hot, and clung to the throat as if trying to close off all passage of air. The pitch black seemed to form around their bodies, not allowing anything to be seen, even if you placed it in front of your face. Mac’s launch echoed, “c'mon, let’s keep moving.” He grabbed at Cori’s arm, making a move forward.

Cori let himself be dragged through the darkness, his eyes narrowing as he desperately tried to see what was in front of his face. The darkness pressed in on him from all sides, and he felt slightly lightheaded - it seemed to suck all the air from around him, and it was a struggle just to breathe. Part of him wished that he was still able to use his powers, as they would tell him whether or not Mac's newest challenge was a danger to him, but try as he might, he could not get them to work the way he wanted them to. 'What's this supposed to teach me? Or is Torture Coricopat For No Particular Reason Day still on?' he asked - his words still carried hints of his old crabbiness, but he sounded frightened and not sarcastic, effectively reducing the power they had to nearly zero. 'Where are we going?' He hated having to ask so many questions, but the situation called for it, and he didn't like going in blind to a situation without knowing what was going on.

How do you guys cope when you’re feeling insecure about your writing? I’m trapped in the whole ‘why did I make this blog my writing sucks it’s all commas and dashes everywhere’ stage of thought and have no idea how to get out of it, and it’s taking a massive toll on my mental health…

mainly try to think positive. Your writing in our thread is like, amazing. Mainly try to compare yourself to when you first started writing, and how much you’ve improved.

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