we got sand, we got piles of sand, what's that over there? fucking sand. [p]

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    The BloodClan female was practically hiding behind Cataclysm as they neared Aima's den. She thought the tigress didn't like her and therefore was afraid to speak to her. But, since Cataclysm had suggested it, she supposed it was okay. . . as long as her fiancé tagged along. She didn't want to mess up and become a slave or executed or anything like that. She wanted to be in BloodClan, but she wasn't good at adapting to this sort of environment.


    Still self-conscious about speaking aloud, Jacky would speak telepathically instead. "Aima. . .?"

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    Well she was right, Aima didn't exactly hide dislike, it was pointless. A waste of time. Exiting her den she stopped in front of the pair. "Yes?" She inquired with a raised imaginary brow not sure why they were here. It wasn't like she socialized much with either which she guess could be contributed to by the fact she didn't socialize much but eh.

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    [justify]"Sorry." Jacky apologized to Cataclysm, frowning when Aima showed up. That was what she wanted, anyway, but still. Stepping forward, Jacky would part her jaws to speak quietly. "Um. . . I wanna be in BloodClan, and I don't wanna get in trouble, but I don't really. . . I'm not really a BloodClanner. And I wanna be. . ." hmm, this was harder to explain than she had expected.


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    "She wants to be strong but isn't sure how to and I don't want her to be hurt in order for you to give her that 'lesson'."
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    [justify]Cold and heartless? No, she just wanted to be a little bit better at being BloodClan-y. If that made sense, she didn't know. The frown on the female's face would increase, her gaze dropping to the ground. She had the urge to apologize, like always, but decided it not to. Instead she gave a small, "Okay."[/justify]

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    Actually, considering who he was talking to Aima was managing to be somewhat kind. Perhaps since Jacky was hearing this from her she would decide to toughen up a bit? [b]"She's not the same as she was before and I want you to know that she is getting... better about being a Bloodclanner."




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    Oh.


    Jacky had caught bits and pieces but wasn't entirely able to get the whole thing, hence her one word response. Now that Cataclysm had repeated it, she didn't really know how to respond. The Bengal bit her lip, watching her fiancé speak to the tigress. Man, did she miss her hearing. . .