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    "Don't fall," came the sleek black feline's purring coo as he watched the feline he had just saved start to climb up a rope to go up to the roof. Really?" The male feline's eyes snapped to Mariah as she began to ruin his fun. A private chat indeed.




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    [sup]moriarty's bio || fancypost (c) monster || #moriarty
    [warrior windclan - manipulation of sound waves and molecules, memory, and emotions - hard]

    I turned to Moritay, What the hell does he want? I thought to myself as he looked at me. All I was trying to do was get the kits out of the rain so they don't catch any colds. That would just be bad and with leaf fall on its way, the Medcince cat's shouldn't have to worry about sick kits.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"Yeah, my mom told me that raining is like the universe's way of cleaning itself." Fireflykit mused, looking up and the rafters. Were they ditching the idea of going up now? That certainly seemed like a shame, maybe they had a treasure on it. "Oh yeah, Probo thanks for the mouse."[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

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    As the others began messing with the ropes, boxes, and talking about rain and what not, a black serval plopped down onto the ground, and put his paws onto his head. He knew he could go over and talk about the weather, but he'd much likely want to talk to someone who wanted to talk to him.
    Ticker ticked his tail on to the ground; awaiting for someone to come over and start a conversation with him. He didn't even care what it was about. The tom's tail stopped midair, "FOXDUNG!" the feline jumped from his position, trying to get a good look at his now tail. "Ugh, thorns." the serval tried to reach his tail to pull out the thorn, but it was very difficult and he did not succeed.

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    [font=courier new][color=#3a7875]"Speak" Thought Heard Action
    Notes
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    [color=#4c4c4c]© ｋｅｓｔｒｅｌ


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"Woah mister, I'll help you get the thorn out." Fireflykit bounced up onto his paws and aimed to grab the thorn out of the tail. It looked huge, but that was just from the eyes of the kit. It seemed bloody though.[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

    [size=9pt]Bending low, Probro got a good hold on the ground, and then made a massive leap upwards, clawing up the rope as he went. Frayed bits of rope, along with dirt, spiderwebs, leaves, and every other thing that had ever gotten caught in the rope or had time to worm its way in there over the years, tumbled downwards, hitting him in the head and scattering around on the floor below him. It was pretty evident from the get-go he wasn't going to get all the way up the rope, but he kept climbing, clawing with his back feet to push himself higher, scrambling as he reached one front paw over the other to get higher.


    "Al...most... there..."


    But he was not anywhere near there. The only thing he was getting nearer to was leg-breaking height if he were to fall off that rope. Oh dear.[/size]

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    [size=8][font=arial][color=white]"Hope" is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul
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    Whitekit tried to hold back a snort of laughter when she noticed the blue kitten's fart. She couldn't really hear anything, but farts did smell! Finally the femme burst out laughing. She wasn't the most lady-like girl that one could find, especially at this moment. Rather than politely giggling or not even doing anything, she snorted durring her laughter.


    The white kittyheld a paw over her stomach, which funally made her fall on the floor rofl. She finally straightened up, her fear of the thunder forgotten. "Please, you've got to tell me your name!" She exclaimed to Rainkit- not knowing that his name was Rainkit- erm.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"You're almost there Probo. Get it!" Fireflykit jumped into the air as in trying to reach the rope himself. What lad hidden in the rafter! Maybe gold, a flying monster, or even a dead body. He flicked his tail anxiously as he looked upwards and looked at Probo climb the rope.[/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt][/size][/justify][/fancypost]

    [justify][sup]A young, chestnut-brown kitten yawned as he stepped into the sunlight. He had overslept! Clearly, it was the spectacular warmth that had driven him to rest this long- and unlike him, most cats were taking advantage of this odd day and basking. Trotting away, the kitten glared, aiming the frustrated expression towards his sleepiness. What a ridiculous thing for such an amazing kitten (almost apprentice) to do! He had such a wonderful future- these things couldn't come at him NOW!


    His name was Beastkit. His goal was to be the most amazing and professional warrior there ever was. So with the guilt of sleeping this long, the kitten had decided to live today like the extra sleep was a necessity- he was gonna be awesome today.


    Ready to begin the wonderful day, the young tomcat scanned the terrain, looking for someone to approach. This next person was gonna be his partner in crime- or partner in aw yeah! Beastkit's whiskers quivered, wondering if anyone actually wanted to play with him.

    I spotted the little kit and padded over to him, he did seem quite lonely so, what the heck! I quicken place a little bit and arrived before the little kit. He was as big as me! He muse he getting his mentor very soon. "Hey! May name is Mariah!" I meowed with smile.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"Who are you?" Fireflykit asked rudely, undisguised hostility in his voice. Since when were kits sleeping in late? Hell, he even woke up early in the dawn so he could practice what it would be like when he was an apprentice. Nobody had the right to slack off and give in 30% of their full power every day dedicated to WindClan. He gave it 120% everyday full time just to ensure that he would one day he an important cat amongst WindClan.


    One day, all other Clans would bow down to him when he was a high position. No one had any time for oversleepers. They were to be chewed down, runned over, and kicked out![/size][/justify][/fancypost]

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    a pair of multi-colored eyes peered out from inside the nursery. the tom slunked back, making sure he was not to be seen. but then he remembered those harsh, violet eyes bending over him, telling him words he could not argue with- remember, nobody likes a loner. go out and make some friends. loner. he was no loner. he had shyness, serious shyness. and the saddest thing is, he couldn't help it. who could help it? but then he heard the voice of kits, and started to calm down. he would literately die if he would embarrass himself in front of warriors, or worse- apprentices. oh, apprentices. they could be so judgmental. taking a deep breath, calligraphykit emerged from the nursery, head low in respect. approaching the group of kits, the blue sable tom felt the urge to vomit. but he breathed out slowly, turning to whitekit. luckily, this little kit had a very colorful vocabulary.


    [color=navy]"greetings, madame, would you be so kind as to tell me what is wrong with the sky? is star clan angry with us, perhaps?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"Um, nothing is wrong with the sky," Fireflykit replied in an annoyed voice. What the heck? Was this kit even living in he same time zone as all of them? "And I think if StarClan would be angry at anyone, it would probably be you for speaking so weirdly." Insulting the kit made him feel a little better, but still seething with annoyance.[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

    I look at Firefly, "That is not nice to say!" I meowed with a light grunt. Why was he being so mean to both of these kits! "You need to say sorry to both of them, being mean is not ok." I meowed. It wasn't ok you were just acting like a bully that way and no one likes a bully. He needs to learn that and quick if I may add.

    [align=center][font=times new roman]stepping back, calligraphykit's orbs widened. "w-what?" he squeaked, eyes watering already. "i'm sorry... i didn't mean to upset anyone..." he stepped back some more, voice hoarse already. "oh, my mother was right..." he choked, taking one last step back. [color=navy]"i'm just a useless waste of space!" he choked again, turning around and running away, tears streaming down his cheeks.

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    And it seemed the sleek shadow didn't even have to say or do anything; it seemed everything just fell apart on their own. The call from Projectionanimus made his dark gaze swivel upwards where he imagined the feline taking the wrong step and falling. The whine of the kittens and Mariah's voice drew his focus towards them. The kitten's cry made his gaze narrow slightly in disgust as he watched the pitiful thing.




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    [sup]moriarty's bio || fancypost (c) monster || #moriarty
    [warrior windclan - manipulation of sound waves and molecules, memory, and emotions - hard]

    [align=center][font=times new roman]well, you did it again, calligraphykit. he kept telling himself, ducking under the bush. he moved quite fast for his size, not to mention he had to crouch in order for his ears not to get caught on a thorn or such. but he had walked this path many times before, for he had even cleared out a little passage only fit for a kit his size. he reached the end of the passage, where he found himself surrounded by nature. he didn't know if many cats knew about this place, but he called it his 'special place'. he swished his head to the side, watching as the left side of his vision turned the bushes around him grey. he was born with a weird eye disability- in his left eye, he saw darkness. not completely dark, just as if he was at night. and on the right, it was normal. he had gotten used to the wild-life there, there was a rabbit, some spiders, caterpillars and butterflies. he sniffed back as the rabbit passed him, chewing on some straw. calligraphykit looked up at the rabbit, ending up laying on his side.


    [color=navy]"maybe i should just keep my snout shut and my optic nerves open..." he told the rabbit, batting a blade of grass with his paw.

    Kingdompaw just arched his nonexistent eyebrow in reply to the kittens outburst, then watched the weeping feline scurry off out of the barn. Blinking his vibrant orange gaze, the apprentice wondered what would become of the seemingly bipolar Calligraphykit. "It's just raining. Anybody would be able to tell that." King meowed with a snort. The black and white feline curled his long tail over his paws, flicking his ear as an insect droned near it.

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    [size=8][font=arial][color=white]"Hope" is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul
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    Whitekit watched the others for a while. She didn't know if she would be friends or not with Fireflykit because he seemed like a jerk. He wasn't lazy, however, so that was a plus. The other kit that he had yelled at for sleeping late did seem a bit lazy, however. Sleeping in late would not seek fit when he was an apprentice.


    The pale colored feline glanced outside. Well it seemed like there wouldn't be any more lightening for a while. "Um- does anyone wanna play in the rain with me?"
    [/fancypost][align=center][hr][size=8][font=arial][color=white] And sings the tune without the words
    And never stops at all,
    - Emily Dickinson,
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"And since when did you decide what was nice and what was mean?" Firefly stuck out his tongue at the warrior before bounding over to Probo. Was he still stuck on that rope? "Do you need some help getting down Probo?" Fireflykit asked, looking up at the warrior. Hopefully not, because he couldn't jump that high either.[/size][/justify][/fancypost]