memememememeclan

[Shadow Sharpfang]

hey there hot stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) m'names lennystar ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) im king of the memeclan ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u should join ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ill take you right to my room ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

king - lennystar
depuguy - idk
drug cat - Songstalk
warrior bros - Ships-a-lot
apprenti-dudes - Miles, Bloodydarkedgepaw
kitty kitten baby cats - Mudkit

this is our ultra cool home base:
its like a fiery volcano island real nice n steamy hot and the camp is an abandoned uh, place ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (take that however you want I'm sorry)

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i got me les rulez:
1. lennystar is only star. cannot be noscoped, if u kill him youll be cursed with lenny for eternity ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (maybe that's not so bad?)
2. u can have up to 420 characters m8 lol have fun
3. only lennystar can have more than one mate. he can have up to 666 before going into lenny overdrive. (which is very scary dont ask)
4. ur gay
5. everyone is lennystar's mate
6. yea
7. youre only cool if you f*** b****es get money

sign up however you want lmao idc m8 put lik ur name and stuff n ur good
(jk here's sign up form:)
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[Shadow Sharpfang]

Shadow's memes:

Name: Lennystar
Gender: Male
Rank: King
Looks: white cat, extra super long tail, wears a fedora and uses a cane

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Personality: pimp. nothing more to add.
Meme: Lenny face obviously?
Other: owns everybody ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Name: Ships-a-lot
Gender: Female
Rank: warrior bro
Looks: plain looking. she's a classic tabby with dull blue-green eyes. constantly blushing, nose always seems to be bleeding (yet never dies of blood-loss? invincible???)
Personality: perverted, invasive, nosy, outgoing
Meme: shipper
Other: ships everybody

Name: Bloodydarkedgepaw (nickname is just Edge)
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprenti-dude
Looks: His original looks were simple: he was a ginger tom with clear, pale blue eyes. However, edginess overtook him. He dyed his fur a pure black and started wearing red contacts. His paws, the tufts on his ears, and the tip of his tail is red with 'blood' (it's actually just red dye).
Personality: Ultra edgy. Hates the world, talks about killing himself like it's a sport. Has dark humour and often discusses morbid topics. Hard to get along with, but really, he's just a shy awkward smol underneath.
Meme: Edginess
Other: nah

[Wolfstar]

Wolfstar's me-ECH
Nope, can't type that word D:

Name: Mudkit
Gender: Female
Rank: kitty kitten baby cats
Looks: Blue-grey fur with a lighter chin, chest, belly, and tail. Her eyes are a bright sky blue.
Personality: Depends on the day. On sunny days, she's dozing and likes to laze about in the shade. On cloudy or rainy days, she'll be the most energetic furball you've ever seen. Being in the water and just getting wet or dirty in general is what she loves.
Meme: I heard you liek Mudkips?
Other: Lennystar's daughter, she loves to play in the mud, and the older she gets, the more her fluffs out and the bigger she looks

Name: Miles
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprenti-dudes
Looks: Broad-shouldered, grey fur and pale amber eyes
Personality: Likes to keep to himself and would rather be home. Keeps vital info with himself, and overall a secretive, yet strong cat. He will but into things with a rather loud "OBJECTION!!" when he wants to prove someone wrong.
Meme: OBJECTION!!
Other: Doesn't know how he got here, carries a strange flower that doesn't seem to wilt for some reason, and trains himself despite having a mentor.

Name: Songstalk
Gender: Female
Rank: Drug Cat
Looks: Long haired, brown and cream fur with bright green eyes
Personality: Sweet and careful, depending on who she's dealing with. If she likes you, she'll be loyal and helpful. If she doesn't like you, expect the cold shoulder and stiff words.
Meme: Ievan Polkka
Other: Doesn't like the idea of a mate or being owned, so she keeps away from Lennystar (fight me if you don't approve-). Also carries a leek with her almost all the time.


This picture should help with their descriptions:

[Shadow Sharpfang]

“That mountain just got rekt!” Lennystar exclaimed as one of the island’s many volcanoes erupted into dense clouds of smoke and smoldering red magma before his eyes. The fiery glow reflected in his dark eyes, casting a golden sheen over top of the sleek black surface of his pupils. He lifted his glittering cane and held it like one might hold a sniper rifle, closing one eye and peering over it at the very tip of the volcano. “The tip just went boom! It totally got noscoped by, like, the lava god! Bang, pshhuu!” He mimicked the sound of a gun being fired and jolted his shoulders back as if his golden cane had shot a bullet off into the distance. Then he took one of his paws out from under the cane and let it touch the ground again so that he could lean against it, heaving a mighty sigh. He reached his paw upwards and tapped the rim of his fedora, tipping it downwards so that it hid his eyes and cast a devilish shadow over his face. Then he spun around and swaggered back into camp. “Hey ladies - or dudes, I’ll swing either way, heh heh heh - anyone wanna treat your ever so benevolent king to some fun?”

Then, from her distant perch in a nest of rocks, Ships-a-lot was armed and ready. Lennystar’s call could be heard from any location within the camp, and the moment his yearning tone tickled her sensitive ears, her paws flew to her binoculars and she whipped them overtop of her eyes in a snap. “Ohh, Lennystar, the shipper’s dream” she murmured, already feeling the blood beginning to drip from her pink nose. The scarlet droplets pattered against the sturdy floor of her earthen hideout, but she paid them no heed. “He’ll literally try and seduce anyone! Anyone! He’s so perfect!” she whispered, her high-pitched voice giving off a dreamy, almost perverse vibe, as if she was absolutely infatuated with the scene unfolding before her and could not have her attention directed in any other way (which was, in all fairness, true).

And then, in the shadows of a cave hidden within the camp, a young tom was tying the final few knots on a noose. But he didn’t expect anyone to take notice to him, anyway.

[Wolfstar]

A bundle of blue-grey fur lied in the corner, a head appearing as the cat blinked. Her blue gaze held her drowsiness, and she yawned loudly. It was too hot, and rain was appreciated more than ever. "When can we move?" She asked, her words slurred and she blinked, looking around the camp.

A she-cat rolled her eyes as she worked in her den, flicking her tail in annoyance as she looked through her stores. Why even bother anyway? A wasteland of lava held nothing for her, she had to go underground and get dirty just to get what she needed. How were the herbs and moss down there anyway? A familiar scent reached her nose, and she stuck her head out of the den. "Ships-a-lot, if you're bleeding again, I'll clog your nose with leaves!" She spat, looking at the kit before going back into her den a second later. She'll have to take the kit down to where it was cooler. How did they survive here actually?

He spotted the noose, going over and managing to cut it down with a claw a moment later. "This is really getting tiring. Will you stop already?" He asked, looking at his den-mate curiously. "People do care about you Bloody." Saying the cat's full name was a mouthful, so he stuck with Bloody.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Lennystar scarcely received a response to his suggestive request, and this disappointed him to no end. Drooping over, the bipedal feline collapsed into a limp bundle of white fluff and let out a long-drawn groan. "N-nobody?" he asked in a hollow, shaking voice, as though the denial had shattered him. Then he hopped back to his feet with a poof as if nothing had happened. "Oh, this bad boy doesn't give up that easily. I'll find somebody, I will," he promised, words flowing from his mouth in the form of a sultry purr. He removed his fedora and clutched it to his chest, closing his eyes and silently wishing upon it to grant him the power he needed to achieve his sinful objectives. Then he opened his devious black eyes and his vision flickered around the camp, scouring for a suitable piece of prey. It was clear he needed to narrow his focus if he wanted to get anything done. His determination was absolute. He would find someone. Someone...
Who, though?
He sat back on his haunches while he brainstormed, lifting a paw to scratch an itch behind his ear. "Hm, so many options."

Ships heard the voice of a crabby she-cat and let out a loud sigh that faded into a fit of giggles near the end. "Ohh, leek lady, I'm always bleeding," she informed her helpfully. She still blocked her nose with a paw, though. She really didn't like the sound of having her nostrils stuffed with leaves. Songstalk frightened her a bit, not to mention she was useless from a shipping standpoint (even though there was definitely some juicy material between her and Lennystar), so she had some trouble getting along with her. Besides, who wanted to be friend with some cat called the Drug Cat? Ew, no thanks. She held her binoculars in her free paw, but seeing that Lennystar had fallen inactive, she sighed sadly and tossed them back onto the ground. "Aw, man, now what?"
Then she went dead silent, statue still. Only her whiskers moved, twitching faintly. "The ship senses are tingling," she whispered. She grabbed her binoculars and dashed off, letting her senses lead her to the cave in which Miles and Bloodydarkwhateverpaw were talking. She giggled like a schoolgirl and re-equipped her trusty binoculars, keeping a close eye on the proceedings. "Ooh, look, the cute boyfriends! Oh, all the angsty fanfics I could write about these two!" She wouldn't dare miss a second of their interaction.

Edge blinked in surprise when his skilfully tied noose was slashed and fell to the ground in pieces. Disappointment overtook his red eyes and he hung his head, ears flattening against his skull. "Wh-who cares about me, huh? Tell me! It isn't you, I know that! If you cared you wouldn't have stopped me!" the young tom shouted. Then his fluffed up pelt settled and he looked around. "I'll just have to think of something else. I will taste death's embrace. It will be much sweeter than this dying world." He kicked a pebble across the ground and watched it clatter against the wall. "Maybe I should try cutting my own wrists again, watch the blood stain my fur like this life has tainted my soul..."

[Wolfstar]

Mudkit laid her head back down, used to being ignored. Her gaze flicked over to Songstalk as she padded over. She didn't say a thing as she was picked up and lead back into her den. Closing her eyes, she hummed as she felt the temperature decrease. "Where are we going?" She mumbled, glancing up at the she-cat that carried her. No response came from the drug cat, but her ear flicked that her words were heard. It didn't matter, as long as it was cooler than the camp. The tension was hotter than the actual volcanoes.

Miles sighed, then yelled an "OBJECTION!!" He waited a moment before speaking, now much quieter. "I care about you, that's why I stopped you from ending yourself. Besides, I have enough work to do as is. Now get out of here and let's go for a walk. Or else I'll ask you know who to remove your claws." He looked outside, glaring at a familiar bleeding she-cat. "Don't you know what privacy is!?" He snapped.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Lennystar was distracted from his ponderings when a certain she-cat walked by, capturing his attention. Entrancing him, even. One cat he'd never been able to lay a paw on. One who he wished beyond hope that he could. No, he wouldn't be able to die happy until he'd taken advantage of the local drug cat, Songstalk. No matter how hard he tried, she always escaped his grasp, and now that she was walking away with one of his beautiful daughters (who happened to be another very attractive she-cat), he couldn't resist the powerful temptation to trail after her and make an attempt to capture her, enrapture her in his magical aura of Lenny-ness. He picked himself up off of the ground, let his weight rest partially upon his cane, and he innocently tailed after the leek-wielding she-cat.

Edge blinked a few times as if Miles was speaking a different language. His words flew through one ear, got a bit jumbled along the way, then shot through the other, leaving no information behind for recollection. Someone cared? That had 'nonsense' written all over it, it did! Edge shook his head to clear his confusion and regarded Miles with uncertainty lingering in his eyes like a phantasm. "A walk..?" he asked. He knew what those words meant, anyway. They held a lot more meaning than 'I care', at least. And he definitely didn't want his claws removed, that sounded like an overly painful process. He drew himself up in an attempt to hold himself high, but he ended up simply slouching over again after a few seconds of that. "A walk where? We live in a wasteland. Even the devil abandoned this damned place," he grumbled. "But okay, I'll go." Then attention was called to Ships-a-lot and Edge flinched. Had she been watching the whole time?! What was her deal?

Ships, however, looked like she'd fainted. "D-does that... make it canon..?" she mumbled in her trance-like state, emitting a faint giggle. Miles's shout called her blissful soul back to earth, though, and she shot to her paws. "Oh, there's no such thing as privacy in my business, cuties," she purred, shaking her head. "You two might need some, though, if this keeps up~! Want me to find you a room, someplace nice and quiet? I can do that."
It was unclear whether she was aware of what she was saying, or if she was too lost in fantasies to care what came out of her flapping jaws. Perhaps it was a mix of both. Her one dream in life was to see her fantasies be made real, after all.

[Wolfstar]

The deeper she went, the darker it was, the cooler it was. Songstalk hummed, her tail curled around her leek as she walked. She sighed happily at how cool it was down here, setting the kit down in a damp part of her cave. Mudkit blinked, pawing the dirt and eventually digging into it. Songstalk watched, blinking when the kit managed to find mud. "I'm glad there's some water down here," the brown and cream cat mumbled.

Miles narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Let's just go. Maybe we can find something to hunt while we're out. If there's nothing, we might have to settle for taking that she-cat's eyes." As gloomy as he sounded, he flicked his tail and walked out of the den, hissing at the she-cat as he passed her. He waited at the entrance for Edge, deciding to ignore the she-cat for now.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Lennystar tracked Songstalk by scent through the sweltering camp and down into the depths of her den, keeping just far enough behind that he wouldn't be detected. He didn't even allow his cane to tap the ground so that the noise wouldn't alert the female wandering just ahead. The white feline became the stealthiest being that a cat of his caliber could be, which was pretty stealthy, to be fair. His senses were active and his paws moved only after careful calculations, leading him to step very delicately through the tunnel. He was on the hunt, but whether or not he'd catch his prey was still up for debate. (Actually, let's be honest - he wasn't going to get anywhere with this.)

Edge considered the offer for a few moments, then relented with a huff. "I guess that wouldn't be too soul-wrenching," he muttered, keeping his head lowered. He peered up at Miles, then shifted his attention to the still dazed Ships. "I'd be up to take her eyes right now, though. Rip them from her useless skull one at a time, so that she still has one to watch with while we crush the first one between our teeth." He seemed to project a dark aura while he spoke, but it disappeared as soon as he finished. "Let's go, then." He quietly followed Miles out of the den, making sure to slam a paw down on Ships's tail as he passed.

Ships didn't react to the hiss, but she did yelp in surprise when her tail was stepped on. She retracted it and waddled away, whimpering. "C'mon, Bloodywhatever, just trying to have fun," she mumbled dejectedly, ears drooping. She was promptly ignored.

[Wolfstar]

Mudkit looked up, blinking and looking at the entrance. Songstalk tilted her head, but decided to be alert. She lowered her head, stalking towards the entrance and crouching down. Whatever was coming, she was ready to batter it down with her leek. Or paws if need be. The kit said nothing, but returned to playing in the mud.

Miles walked out of camp beside Edge, looking at the wasteland they resided in. "Out of all places to live, why here?" He mumbled, deciding to see if there's anything to catch. There was probably nothing though, knowing this place.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Lennystar stopped on a dime when he came to the spot where the trail opened up into a wider cavern, minding his distance. He used his cane's magical ability, Lenny Eyes™, to see what was happening inside the cavern. He poked the very edge of his cane inside and his mind filled with the images that his cane's Lenny Eyes™ saw. He spotted Songstalk, sitting at the ready with her trusty leek, and Mudkit playing in the mud a few paces behind. As Songstalk approached the entrance, he made his attack. Outstretching his paws, he burst from the entrance, aiming to capture the drug cat in his yearning embrace. "Geeet rektttttt!"

Edge glanced up at Miles and sniffed. "Lennystar would probably say 'Because it's the only place that's even nearly as hot as me' while doing that..." He shivered, then continued, "..That awful eyebrow-wiggling-thing he does. Ugh." He hung his head and failed to suppress the next chill to dart down his spine. "Someone should stage a coup. I'll volunteer to offer myself to the Dark Lord as a prayer for it's success." He would kill himself any day anyway, but it seemed his pesky clanmates wouldn't let him do so without good reason. Wasn't the fact that he wanted to end his meaningless life a good enough reason?

[Wolfstar]

Songstalk yowled, spinning around and hitting him with the leek. It escaped her grasp for a moment, but she managed to grab it with her paws before wailing it on him. "How dare you follow me you petty excuse for a cat!" she spat.

"I'm just wondering how we're surviving. I wonder if there's a way out." Miles huffed, looked around the area and turning away at the heat. "You aren't ending yourself, stop talking about that. You'll get out of the phase soon enough." He shook his head, flicking his tail as he continued walking.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Lennystar wheezed as he was bashed with the infamous leek and crumbled to the ground, twitching. "H-hey, don't try to noscope me," he grumbled weakly, acting as though the blow had crippled him. He used his cane to force himself back onto his paws, struggling to draw himself up to his full height. He swiftly recovered once he'd achieved his full height, though, as if holding a confident posture reimbursed his strength. "C'mon, now, gorgeous. I'm the king, I make the rules, and one of the rules is officially 'Songstalk must adhere to Lennystar's desires'. Defy it and I'll have to settle for someone else, if ya get my drift." His eyes drifted over to Mudkit, studying his daughter's delicate frame with devilish eyes.

Edge glared up at him, keeping his head tilted downwards. "It's not a phase," he remarked bitterly. He chuffed irritably and turned his head away. "God, you sound like my dad." His ears continued to droop further as they walked along. "Where are we going, anyway? Nothing for us out here but fire. Might get killed out here anyway. The flames might decide to warm my cold, dead heart."

[Wolfstar]

Songstalk snarled, swiping the leak across his nose. "You have no shame! She's still a kit and yet you'd take her? I won't let you do that, nor will I adhere to you!" She stalked over towards Mudkit, standing in front of her. "Continue with your antics, and I'm taking the two of us to a better place. Where no other cat or creature like us would be." Her tail was lashing, and Mudkit paid no mind to it. This was normal, and she always wanted to know what an office was.

"You seriously need help," Miles muttered. He stopped after a moment, wondering if he should take this route or not. It might help him. "Maybe seeing Songstalk will help you. You can try some of her herbs." Never in his life has he suggested stuff like this, but he really didn't want to see his 'sanest' friend dead.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Lennystar yowled in surprise. "You would do such a thing?!" he exclaimed, placing his free paw against his chest and putting on a starkly offended expression. "You couldn't! You wouldn't? You wouldn't dare convert yourself to... To Serious-ism! Seriousm! That's treason! High treason!" He tapped the ground roughly with his cane as he spoke, slamming it down to accentuate his words and emphasize his point. Then he relaxed, his long tail coming to rest gently on the ground. "I... I'll stop. But only f-for now! I haven't given up yet!" he cried before dashing out of the cavern.
He couldn't believe his ears!

Edge stuck out his tongue and shook his head wildly. "No way, her herbs are grosser than a mutilated corpse that's been sitting in the sun for too long," he argued. Then his fur prickled as a unique, unfamiliar essence spilled into the air around them. He whipped his head around and blinked in surprise when his crimson eyes met with a gorgeous, silvery tabby she-cat. He started to splutter uselessly as he stared. She smelled like flowers or the highest quality, and he noticed she had a gorgeous, pearl-white jasmine tucked behind her ear.
The she-cat smiled at the pair of toms and sat in between them "Hello, boys," she purred in her light, gentle voice. "How are the both of you doing today?"
Inside this odd she-cat's head, the seed of mischief was sprouting into a full-grown flower, and her mind hummed, 'Just as planned.'

[Wolfstar]

Songstalk hissed, laying down and glaring at the entrance. "Just put some herbs in his food, that might calm him down," Mudkit whispered, shrugging her shoulders.
"Pretty sure he would think something is up. Maybe you can?"
"I just want to see the results."

Miles turned his gaze to her, deciding that the flower was too sweet for his liking. "What's a she-cat like you doing out in the wasteland?" He asked curiously. Even the flower wasn't disturbed by the heat, which made it odd. Real or plastic, it still wouldn't survive out here.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Lennystar tumbled out of Songstalk's den, panting and huffing. "I-I can't... Believe... She'd threaten me like that!" he breathed as his cane clattered to the ground and he collapsed. He clutched his face in his paws and writhed around on the rocky earth, groaning in disappointment and disbelief. He'd been rendered entirely dysfunctional by a few simple words. He even allowed his sacred fedora to fall from his gorgeous head.

The she-cat hummed sadly and let her firm posture falter, adopting a disappointed demeanour. "Aw, you don't recognize me?" she asked. Her eyes were dark and sombre as they landed upon Miles. "I live here. Not the best place, but it's home...right?" She sighed and sat up straight, shaking his head. "Oh, that's quite alright." She gazed over at Edge, who appeared to be entranced by her sweet aura. She chuckled.
'Time to put my plan into action!'
She flicked her soft, striped tail, then brushed it against Miles's grey tail, hoping he'd take the bait despite his obvious skepticism. Then she shifted her gaze away from Edge just as she let her tail coast over his fluffy, jet black one. Then she swiftly, subtly retracted her tail from the equation all together and stood-by, hoping that her devious plot would go just as she imagined it in her head, with the two entwining tails ever so romantically...

[Wolfstar]

Songstalk thought for a moment, then stood up and went to a corner. She looked over her 'herbs,' wondering which one would work. "Hmm, I'll go with what my... friend used. Can you go find some prey?" Mudkit stood up, shaking the mud from her fur before trotting off. She returned with a rabbit, and Songstalk started stuffing Mary Jane into the prey. "Have fun with this, and as you say, get rekt." Mudkit picked the rabbit up, taking it up and placing it next to the fedora before going back down to where it was cool.

Miles shook his head, stepping back deciding to keep a neutral expression. What were the odds that another she-cat lived out her? What were the odds that she'd find them on their walk? He padded over to Edge, nudging his shoulder. "Talk to her, you look pretty smitten right now," he whispered, nudging him forward.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

//holds torch to thread
burn