Open The Rustclaws Walkie-talkies, Copper Wires, Safety Goggles, Radial Tires

[Brick Brick]

Time to get busy,
such a lot to do!

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BRICK, He/Him / 30 moons / Rustclaw - Scrap Collector
A scrappy cinnamon tortoiseshell with low white, has messy whiskers and blue eyes.
He doesn't talk about his birth parents.
Be warned, he will build something. It might not be great, and it might not even last for too long in the grand scheme of things but he will build it and it will have a worthy purpose.
Tagging [@]

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Brick saw delight in many things, it would likely be so much easier to list the few things that he didn't see delight in. Ever a ray of oxidized copper sunshine, the creative tom had scurried over to the (arguably) neatly organised piles of his various trinkets and oddities. It was here that he began to cobble together a few simple things. Mainly, it was rattlers and some extra fabric coverings for bedding. It was a normal routine for him. However, he took to it with a bit more energy today, especially the fabric collection for softer things. Rivet had mentioned in passing that a few more little bits n' bolts would be on their way soon and so it was hard to contain excitement!

In fact, wasn't Rachet expecting her kits sometime soon? Brick's otherwise happy expression soured only slightly, having recalled that two-faced rotten deadbeat Mallard that had betrayed Rachet's trust. Ah, there it was, one of the things that Brick didn't see delight in; selfish or ignorant absentee parents. If that guy showed his face anywhere near the Junkyard it was likely curtains for him unless Rachet said so.

Oh well, no sense in dwelling on that, the kits to be born in the future were far more important. During his diligent crafting, Brick ended up having to move some errant piles of scrap and small metal sheets only to reveal a stunning treasure.

With an audible gasp, Brick could barely stop himself from running around in circles. "Jackpot, yes!" He gleefully mewed, gently dragging what he had found... Several worn yet salvageable stuffed animal toys all shoved down into a yellowed and slightly cracked plastic container.

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Building

and

fixing

'til

it's

good

as

new!

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[wrench]

WRENCH, 31 moons / the rustclaws + scrap collector
a rugged red tabby with white spotting and odd colored eyes
littermate to socket, ratchet, & chainsaw
will do anything to get what she wants. nothing is more important than her next meal
Tagging person here

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Wrench found little use in digging through the mounds of sunbaked metals and dirt for a rare bit of shine. Her ambitions were rather limited for a cat her age, for a cat with the world in front of her. The only thing that kept Wrench moving was the taste of her next meal. The iron-bitten taste of prey, or dusty kittypet rubble, or even the leftover remains of whatever was edible from twoleg bins. There was very few things Wrench thought of beyond that. Even her siblings and their matters hardly breached her tunneled focus.

Of course, Brick's trill of accomplishment caused her head to turn by habit. What did he have? Was her first thought. What could I steal? followed quickly after. But it did not take long to deduct his trophy was nothing of her interest.

"Jackpot for who, Brick?" Wrench grumbled, a scowl harshly tugged her lips down. "Looks like useless junk to me."

 

[Giavonna "Nonna"]

The major jerks upright at the sound of a yelp. She looks around groggily, searching the gloom of her den before slowly dragging herself upright. The small amount of light that did filter in was heavily speckled with dust. Nonna shields her eyes and begins to peel herself from between two pillows. She leans heavily against the seat while her joints adjust.

By the time she sticks her nose outside, Brick is hunched over something, hlee radiating him from nose to tail, as it usually did when he found a shiny piece of junk. Wrench looms nearly with a nasty look on her face. The she-cat's mouth moves, and even without hearing the words, she can feel the irritation searing her words. The sight makes the corners of her mouth curl as she sets over to them.

"Well now." She rasps, voice still heavy from sleep, but no less smooth—like worn velvet. "I could hear you from my dreams, mio figlio. Found yourself something special, have you?"

___________________ But how she was before the tears ☆ And how she was before the years flew by ___________________

• "speech"
  
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• Giavonna she/her & rustclaws
  ☆ Blue sepia w/ twlight eyes.
  ☆ Hunched back from age.
  ☆ Just your sweet neighborhood grandma, nothing else. ;>
  ☆ Smells of rust and honey suckle.
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other DM.

 

[AMBROSI]

Ambrosi hears Brick before he sees him—his voice bubbling with excitement, breaking over the quiet hum of the junkyard. It draws him in, as most of Brick's energy does, not with urgency but with a tug of curiosity. He steps over a pile of half-rusted metal, tail flicking against a dangling chain, before weaving closer to where the tom is crouched. The treasure is clear enough even from a distance. The faded fabric, once soft, now dulled by age and dust. Stuffed animals, worn thin at the seams, their stitched eyes and frayed ears telling stories older than any of them. Ambrosi tilts his head, gaze lingering on one of the toys with its stuffing peeking out like a wound. He does not speak right away. Instead, he lets the sight roll over him, lets himself imagine the little paws that might cling to them soon enough.

"Not bad," Ambrosi finally says, voice quiet but carrying, steady against Brick's bubbling delight and Wrench's sharp-edged dismissal. His tone isn't mocking, but it isn't drenched in awe either. It's simple, matter-of-fact, as though he's pointing out the shape of a cloud. He steps closer, brushing aside a scrap of cloth with his paw to look at the cracked container itself. "Soft things are rare. Kits'll like them." His eyes flick briefly to Wrench, watching her scowl with a faint, unreadable smile. He doesn't scold her; it isn't his way. Instead, he shrugs, as if the difference in their views is as natural as dust settling on metal.

When Nonna appears, her rasp cutting through the space with its worn velvet warmth, Ambrosi shifts slightly to make room for her, dipping his head in a small acknowledgment. He leans down, nudging one of the stuffed toys closer with his nose. His whiskers twitch faintly in amusement. "Maybe keep one for yourself, too. You look like you'd burst if you didn't."

 

[Brick Brick]

Time to get busy,
such a lot to do!

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BRICK, He/Him / 30 moons / Rustclaw - Scrap Collector
A scrappy cinnamon tortoiseshell with low white, has messy whiskers and blue eyes.
He doesn't talk about his birth parents.
Be warned, he will build something. It might not be great, and it might not even last for too long in the grand scheme of things but he will build it and it will have a worthy purpose.
Tagging [@]

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Brick bobbed a little side to side, his audible excitement changing its form and becoming part of his movements as he carefully popped open the cracked container, fully revealing its bounty. Oh yes, in Brick's mind he was correct in calling this a jackpot. These could be fixed up reasonably well with a suitable amount of time and paws at the ready for the task. He would have just gone for it and started such a task but it seemed that his glee had drawn attention. It happened a fair amount of times to be fair, so it wasn't completely a surprise to him.

Even Wrench's dismissal did nothing to change Brick's disposition. He understood the type of cat she was, she found different things useful and from what he could remember she prioritized survival. Sometimes, that's just how things were. Her vibes were just different from his. "Pssh, then you're not looking at it right, silly." He responded playfully rather than aggressively. Ambrosi made their way over to make their own examination of the haul, very to the point, matter of fact and honest statements. It was at the mention of kittens that Brick's eyes lit up again.

"Hehehe, exaaaaactly, exactly!" Brick nodded. "Ratchet's kits are due soon for one thing, so I think this is a great find. Pretty lucky during this season, too." Ah yes, the glorious Rustclaw tradition with soft toys, the rite of passage. Brick always found it fascinating.

"Oh, ciao Nonna~!" Brick chirps. "I found more soft ones, any upcoming kits like Rachet's will have a good amount to pick from now once these get fixed up."

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Building

and

fixing

'til

it's

good

as

new!

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