SKULL REVIVAL PROJECT : 44 CATS UFA!

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"Are apprentices allowed to self train, or is that a bad idea?"
The dark grey tabby called up to Gravelstar, Calmskies, and Nimbleflight,
her bright yellow optics curious as to what their answer might be.
With the wind blowing harmonies through the grass and carrying
their swirling anthems and hushed voices gentle and melodic to the
airy little feline by the name of Rocketpaw. Colors flashing around her
as she scanned the clearing for her littermate, the seven moon old
marveled at how pretty it all looked, and what art could be made of
her clanmates' pelts if they were the acrylic paints for the canvas that
made up her entire world. Daydreams and impossible fantasies filled
the femme's mind daily, making up her world so she could shape her
imagination with paws like she was molding a pot or dealing with clay.
Of course, she'd make a good fighter eventually, but during training
sessions watching birds and creating stories, songs, poems, and
everything along those lines in her head was much more interesting
to Rocketpaw than learning how to slice her claws across some cat's
face. Plus, cloud figures were fun to stare at for countless hours
while laying on her back in a nice patch of wildflowers.
"So we just ask?" Rocketpaw called again, adopting the usual
ways of a WindClanner, and not being her usually airy self. Still holding
that usual and airy tone of her's, she smiled softly as she continued to
await her answer from the higher ups of her clan.

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splashy❤ wrote:

[font=georgia][color=black]"'Ello?"

Bouncing up to the den as fast as his stubby little legs would let him, the snow bengal gave a soft smile to himself on the inside, but on the outside he still looked as if he were only a moon old or younger even, but in truth little Snowkit was still very tiny and runty, even though he was a fourth wildcat. It sucked, sure, but he didn't exactly know anything other than love for his small size, even if he and his family was all spread out around the clans and he didn't really know where some of them were at this exact moment. See, he was pretty tiny, but he had been the first one to pipe up about leaving his birth clan, SunClan, so he could move to his mother's birth clan, RiverClan. His siblings? They could do whatever they wanted, as long as he would be able to see them again, and he prayed his mother, Sweetpea, would come back to RiverClan with him. Maybe even Flashflood would come with them, but Snowkit was starting to doubt it due to the fact that he was BloodClan royalty, being the son of the infamous Navyseal and Blackbird, two third tiers that lived there, parents to his jet black father with those stunning fiery orange eyes. Often times he wished he had fiery orange eyes, or maybe even some sort of resemblance to his two loving parents, but he didn't share anything in common with them, except for blood and lineage.

His father was a handsome jet black tom with fiery orange eyes and a defiant personality. Stories had reached his ears that Flashflood was formerly Pompeii, and that he had fallen into BloodClan's river and was washed down to RiverClan at the age of four moons. There he had met Sweetpea, Sweetkit at the time, and she was a pretty little tortoiseshell. The two fell in love, had their first litter, split up, then got back together for a second litter. Snowkit looked nothing like his parents. He was a short, tiny, fluffy little snow bengal with still baby blue eyes, though they were starting to turn into the periwinkle hue they would become as he aged on, being pretty tiny and underdeveloped his eyes had not fully changed yet. Though, he was pretty good in the water considering his size and age. From his first step out of the nursing room in SunClan's school, the little tom kitten had made his way directly towards the fountain and plunged himself right into its crystal clear depths, even if he had almost drowned himself in the process and needed to be fished out by his beloved mother. Oh well, he had since grown up, mentally, and he could now swim in light currents and shallowish waters. Pretty good, making him a good fit for RiverClan. One had mentioned for him to follow in the path of a medicine cat, but Snowkit hated flowers, leaves, and berries, wanting to become a warrior, maybe even leader one day, rather than a stinky old medicine cat. Hence the reason he wanted to meet his idols, might come in handy one day to know them.

"Anybody home?"

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splashy❤ wrote:

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Colors speculated through the tom's violet hued optics as he made his way
down the corridors of the mansion, his alabaster paws carrying him forward
at a decent pace, his destination set in stone, seeing as this wasn't just a
aimless and pointless walk down the hallways for fun. No, Brendan had his
sights set on one day becoming a Guard or a Dragonslayer, so training with
Libra Mortem, his mentor, was clearly a need for the handsome cream tabby
tom, correct? When the hazes began to fade, as he was in some state of
relaxation and calamity, causing his senses to spread out and calm his nerves,
giving for an overall delightful experience for any cat that decided to speak
with him that day. "Libra?" Brendan called out as he reached their usual
meeting place. It was true, he had a huge crush on his mentor, and if she and
Liesel ever needed a surrogate father, he'd be the first in line for that job.
"Are you around?" He called again, muscles rippling under his silky fur,
accenting his athletic and toned body quite well, in his own opinion.

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splashy❤ wrote:

[font=georgia][color=navy]It was obvious in the way he looked at her that they were through. Their breakup was officially permanent, and Navyseal promised herself she wasn't going to go running back to her former mate, or allow him to come back to her. If he wanted to be with that Dozenroses chick, so be it, the infamous third tier just wouldn't let him see all the crying she was doing behind his back, and how much she wanted to kill herself. How was she resisting? What the fuck, how was she supposed to know? Well, she worked her entire fucking life to become a third tier, so naturally the daughter of Soldierboy and Crychentzlo felt an obligation to live, for her litter mates, for her half-siblings, her children, their children, nieces, nephews, everyone. They all needed her, and she was never fucking there for them. Was this really going where she thought it was going? Hell no, she was strong. At only a few weeks old, she had met Aima. Aima had liked her. Aima took her on as an apprentice, and now the twelve moon old was pretty sure the serval warlord hated every last hair on her pelt, and that hurt. It hurt so much, it wasn't even funny. Her childhood hero hated her, and that often put most cats over the edge with dismay, but it distraught the feline to know that she had failed such a simple task of being liked.

In fact, the main reason that she even became a slut was to be liked. It was stupid, but she wanted to feel as if there was someone in the world who loved her. If she could get with tom cats, and get pregnant, then she could strut around the camp to show all the other she-cats that she had been loved, even if it was a one-night stand like pretty much all of her litters. Why couldn't Jarrah have stayed? Why did he have to leave in the middle of the night? Leave the innocent six moon old with the dark blue fur and the light blue eyes alone under that bush. The heart wrenching feeling she felt when she woke up to bird song, only to discover that her first ever love had been a fake one on his part, and that he'd left her alone when she was asleep in her own little fantasy world, dreaming up a million possibilities for their future. He had come to her kitting, made her feel a little better, than left with little Greykit. When her son had killed him, she had to hide the pain she was in and not cry, as she didn't want the cats of her first litter to know that she still loved their father. If they knew, they'd run right to Emptyvial, ugh she couldn't even think about him, and tell them how she felt about this other tom. Yet, killing him right before her was cruel. It was to much death for the poor thing to handle. To much death.

To top it all off, she was an orphan. Her mother died silently while her father, the infamous r.apist by the name of Soldierboy, was slaughtered right before her eyes by Coppermine. A lot of her half-siblings had been around at that time, so she'd felt horrible but also felt the need to show off and offered to do the deed herself. But she had loved Soldierboy so fucking much deep down, even if they were constantly fighting and he often made her cry. She just couldn't help it though. Navyseal had always been full of herself, and a real stuck up bitch, ever since birth. Ask around, any cat around to meet her then would be able to tell you this shit was true. Even though he had reincarnated into her once apprentice, Dailyregrets, she still missed the ebony colored tom she could just bury her muzzle into and cry her eyes out whenever she wanted to. Crychentzlo? Her mother had been less and less active before death, so the loss wasn't as jolting as some she'd experienced, but it still hurt. She was the fourth born of Soldierboy's first ever litter. She, Navyseal, was the daughter of his first true love, his first mate. Before Scarletdaisy, before Lambsilence, he had been with her mother and Navyseal craved that. If only her own kittens had been raised by a loving mother and father, but of course Navyslut wasn't good at holding the ship down and maintaining a relationship with a tom.

Why was she being so lazy? There was a set of cliffs on the territory, correct? They needed to be put to use, so the sandy-grey indian desert cat rose to her alabaster paws with a soft groan of effort, the usual fire in her icy blue eyes extinguished, making them look much more dull in color, more of a grey color in hue with the will to live completely gone. If it was a sin, who the fuck cared. Emptyvial was gone, but he was only a crush. Only just realizing it, Navyseal finally gave into the fact that the only cat she had ever truly loved more than anything before was Jarrahwhistle, that handsome tom from HawkClan who had stolen her heart at their first glance. "I love you." The gentle words pulled themselves from her parted jaws in a soft whistle, her icy blue eyes softening as she finally made up her mind. Jarrah was dead, and Navy wanted to be with him. A sudden spark of energy, the life giving flame, shot through her like a bullet, allowing her to streak across the territory and to the cliffs. Reaching her destination, she sighed, looking out at the landscape before her, and closing her eyes. "Jarrah, I love you so much. I've only ever loved you, deep down, and I hope you can forgive me. For everything." Navyseal called out, the wind granting wings to her words and allowing them to echo softly around her. Music to her ears. With a soft sigh, she padded forward. Alabaster paws hitting the ground until the ground was gone, and she was falling. Back to the ground, her paws above her, she slowly closed her eyes and allowed a soft smile to grace her maw as she fell to the ground. After a few moments, she hit the ground with a sickening thud, and it took all of her energy not to yowl in agony. Hadn't she been fucking high enough to die? Apparently not, but she was contempt. Falling into an unconscious state, the third tier sighed softly. Maybe Jarrah would grace her with his presence in a dream.

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splashy❤ wrote:

[font=georgia][color=tan]"Calm down girly, I'm tired as fuc-flowers on a hot summer day." Stopping herself from using foul language, the eight moon old pulled herself back into a painful looking stretch before smoothing down her ruffled fur with her sandpaper textured tongue. Not even bothering to put on her usual pastel blue flower, it was evident the Keeper was all out of sorts. Of course, she'd been drunk on catnip and was completely hungover, but she felt exactly like she had after the day when Skywalker r.aped her in punishment for bumping noses, so she had a bad feeling she was pregnant. Again. But that didn't exactly matter, as her friend wanted to learn. "Skywalker? No, haven't seen him in ages." That would explain the streaks down her pretty little face from the glittery eyeliner that had taken so long to apply, as she cried her eyes out when he hadn't shown up, and was probably off with Jadestone and not her. "He's around somewhere, but I figured some one on one girl time for us would be fun." Terrapaw explained with a soft shrug.

splashy❤ wrote:

[font=georgia][color=hotpink]"Um, me?"

Strutting over with her usual air dignity, little miss bitchy pants gave a small smile before flicking her tail to adjust the hot pink bow over her left ear, before giving the she-cat a confused look. "Right, I was like, talking to you?" Shirleypaw meowed in her usual questioning tone, her icy blue eyes slightly amused as she looked Badromance over. Having killed a cat of the equivalent age, Navyseal had approved of her becoming an apprentice, so now the smokey grey tabby five moon old was an apprentice. And she sure as hell was pleased, she wanted to keep her mother's memory alive even if Coppermine had killed her a few moons back. Right, Shirleypaw was the daughter of the late Dustsky's last litter, and that was a motive and a key player in the mind of the little beauty, seeing as she was full of herself and convinced her clanmates weren't as amazing as her unless they also had royal blood, which she figured this other she-cat did based on the air that hung about her. So she was worth her time, no need to waste it on peasants. "I'm Shirleypaw, you?"