Time to get busy,
such a lot to do!
such a lot to do!
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.
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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.
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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.
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.
Building
and
fixing
'til
it's
good
as
new!
