(LET'S MAKE A NIGHT) ( OPEN, LATE NIGHT PARTY ?! ) (YOU WON'T REMEMBER)

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    "Nope," Klondike replied, not really paying any attention to her. His stubborn qualities were what held him back from getting out there and attempting to dance. IT seemed like that would be all there was to his answer, but then he turned to Candela. "I'm not sure how they're anyone's 'thing', but apparently most Tidalclanners seem to enjoy them..."




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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; width: 395px; color: white;]haribo giggled softly as persephone twirled around with them, before watching her pad of. with a grin, she glanced over to sato again, and was glad to find him happy as well. softly, she started to dance again, this time less awkwardly. she remembered kiwifruit dancing someday, and tried to mimic his movements from the time, however hard it might be. at least it was better than embarrassing herself in front of the gathered crowd.

    Satoshipaw, instead of shuffling and sliding his feet, tried to make his movements become less choppy. His tail swayed slightly to the rhythm, forepaws shifting weight often to look like a small jig whilst trying to maintain a steady dance. When they'd stop, he didn't know; so far, this was as much as he had enjoyed himself in a while. He spa when he found that his backpaws were on well-packed ground, turning to face Haribopaw once more. Of course, he wasn't a professional, but he was better than he had only a few minutes ago.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; width: 395px; color: white;]hari's eyes looked like they melted, as she watched the apprentice dance. a light hot feeling came across her cheeks, and she swayed her ramp a little, twirling this and the other direction. she tried to take the rhythm of the song into her, to feel it, hoping it could work as a professional way, and make her all of a sudden get the hang of it. but those things took time, and she just tried her best, paws plotting a little around herself as she did something that could be slightly described as dancing, or more or less weird looking cat moves. either way, in her own opinion, it wasn't all that bad. or just not utterly and completely terrible.

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    southerncross grinned as she glanced down at viking. then, with a devilish smile to the tom, she reared on her hind legs and aimed to place her forepaws on his shoulders, green eyes twinkling mischievously. her eyes flicked from his paws back to his eyes, as if daring him to stand up as well, so that they would be in a standing position, a more 'twoleg' way of dancing.


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    Slightly taken aback as the female raised up her chest and stood on her hind legs, the blue tom blinked in surprise, navy eyes widening in spite of himself. In an attempt to mirror the guard, the handsome tabby took up his chance and did the same as Southerncross, but a bit more clumsily.



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    /yus southernking
    or vikingcross
    xD


    southerncross grinned. "liking the party so far?" she asked him, tail swishing too the beat.


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    Nodding vigorously, the tom found his paw steps had a bit more grace now as he moved. It seemed as if his nervousness had passed. "It's cool!"



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    the she-cat nodded in agreement. "yup. and dancing is always fun!" she hollered over the resounding music.


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    "You're actually not that bad; are you sure you haven't done this before?" Satoshipaw inquired after shuffling and sliding his paws to make somewhat of a decent-looking dance. By this point, he had no further ideas of what to do, and found himself repeating the same moves, but adding a few steps more to each sequence. But at the same time, Sato didn't care if he didn't look like a professional; for he wasn't, and since he was with a friend, he felt comfortable looking like a duck whilst dancing.

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    Candy nodded as Klondike spoke, he was so... candid. She was irritated, but having learned at a young age to hide her emotions well and act in the way that would best please whomever she was talking to, she hid her irritation. "They aren't afraid," she commented quietly, staring after her brother and Haribopaw.




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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; width: 395px; color: white;]haribopaw shook her head, but was glad to know that she wasn't humiliating herself right in front of the clan. "no, but i learned a couple of moves from my brother." she purred in response, still shaking, more matching to the rhythm of the music by now. it looked a little clumsy, but which cat-dance move didn't? her gaze traveled around, and she noticed that southy and viking were dancing a little more oddly, swaying on their back paws. then there was also candelapaw with klondike, and she smiled over before returning her attention to satoshipaw.

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    Flashing the guard a wide smile, Viking began to alternate from hopping on one paw to the other. Now, this seemed quite unrealistic, so without doubt, the trainee toppled over onto his side and was left, laughing as he stood.



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    Klondike wasn't an easy cat to talk to, and if he hadn't been so... Klondike-ish... He would have congratulated her on making it this far. "No. No they aren't," For once, the medicine apprentice agreed with something. It was at least a slight improvement, right? Klondike understood the whole hiding-your-emotions thing. He had been doing it his whole life, after all.




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    Candela couldn't help but envy them for their bravery, and the fact that they could care less if they looked foolish. She let out an imperceptible sigh, and watched Klondike out of the corner of her eye--he was infuriating and intriguing at the same time. And extremely hard to have a conversation with, she even considered pointing it out to him--it's not like he didn't know. "What made you want to be a medicine cat?" she asked, back to simple chit-chat, but she'd run out of ideas for the half-conversation they were having before.




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    Klondike hid a smile, remembering when he was chosen for the job. "I didn't, exactly. Kind of like how you were chosen to be heir--IT simply happened. I attended an herb training, and was picked. The end," He answered, looking Candela in the eye. "The funny thing is, my worst fear was being depended on, and suddenly I'm supposed to learn how to heal all the sick and injured in the clan."




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    Candela looked over at him, she remembered how everyone thought Klondike was qualified to be heir, and they were mad that Ore got promoted instead of him--and they didn't understand that Inkstar's dying wish was for Candela to take her place--so they were mad when Candela was heir instead of Klondike and Ore. She glanced down at her paws, not out of embarrassment, simply because she didn't know where to look. That was the most she'd ever heard Klondike say at one time. "I was promoted when I was four months old, I wasn't ready either. I didn't want it--it was what Inkstar wanted. I was simply respecting the wishes of the dead, it's different now though. I just adapted." she said, with an impassive shrug. She'd long since accepted the death of her mother, and her future as a someday leader now.




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    Klondike had no idea about all that "becoming heir" stuff. He didn't expect it, and wasn't sure he would have wanted it. Being the leader, eh? If all that weight was suddenly thrust upon his shoulders, he would collapse in an instant. Then again, he had never been as stressed as he had been the day he was first learning herbs. "I was promoted at about that age as well. I had no idea what I was doing, and was pretty mad that I couldn't handle it. But, like you said you did, I adapted," Well, Klondike couldn't remember having a conversation this long with somebody besides Haribo. Except maybe that one time Persephone cornered him... Klondike looked away, lifting his pale optics to the sky above. "So what are you going to do when you become leader, anyway?"




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    Candelapaw followed his gaze heavenwards, she shrugged, taking in the starlight that reflected off of her silver-white coat. "I dunno, make sure the clan's voice is heard and weighed in the decisions we make--so something like that whole Paradisclan merge doesn't happen again." she said, keeping her yellow gaze on the night sky. "You know, stars are just great balls of fire burning billions of miles away?" she said, changing the subject swiftly. She'd heard stories before, not stories like every star was a fallen ancestor, but the kind of stories that put her in even more awe of the universe.




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    The long-legged pure-white she-cat tramped down the stairs with a heavy thud with each pawfall. Her wiry fur was stood up in random places and gunk was caked at the corners of her eyes- she had been sleeping, it was obvious, and Arabianpaw had never been one to look glamerous in the mornings. Or, in this case, THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!


    "What is going ON here?" she grumbled, long tail flicking to and fro. It was a mystery how absolutely none of her biological father's shy genes passed down to her- she had taken completely after Tumbleweed's brash side, and being daddy's little girl had made her somewhat of a diva.