SWEET JEZUS MYSELF(open, Cattfight is reaall again) ITS BEEN SO LONG

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    A cold breeze rushed through the calico's fur. Slowly opening aqua optics, the female knew where she was. Shaking her coat as she wobbly stood, she raced to the bathroom, and jumped to the pedestal. She stared for a moment ; her beautiful blue eyes sparkling, lined with tears.


    Catteranmae had survived. Now, dont ask how she died since it was just a basic murder, but the idioticness of her leader really made her cry. Forgetting to throw her body in the ocean? She was glad, but the radical wasnt gone that long, was she? Now the age difference in her and her mate was really nothing, Streetpaw was becoming a warrior in just a couple more moons.



    Streetpaw.



    Pain struck all her sides as Catteranmae then raced out her house, jumping out of the window and racing into the Lighthouse. Though the horrid stench of tom-cat stung at her maw, she kept running till she met the cage of a certain sleeping tortie point. Grabbing his scruff and dragging him across the ground, she took him back to camp and laid on his back. She cleaned at his fur and licked at his ears happily, waiting for him to wake up. Or Catteranmae to be alive. She died to much lately ; and now would be more careful. She hated toms - with the exception of a few - and already knew her way around life. All she had to do was restore herself with society.


    restore herself with Streetpaw.

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    Bells will be happy.


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    [b]"Hello, Miss-?"


    Parallelkit asked as he came up. He was scouting for a nice area to live in when he came here, much like Domino. Yes, Domino was his role model thing. The son of Rohthy flashed her a bright smile. He had never met her, not as a tiger or lioness or whatever she was, not even before that. He had assumed Mosca and Bellapaw had come from one of the High Positions.
    "You look new. I'm Parallelkit,"
    The blue tortie and white mewed, pumpkin orange eyes glowing.
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    "Im not new, sweet kit," Catteranmae purred, looking up from cleaning the tom's fur. "In fact, i've been here for a long, long time..." The calico said in a hushed voice, returning her orbs to the stain. "Im Catty.."

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    He's actually a kitten. Not a stain yet.
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    [b]"Catty? Who's that?"


    Para was obviously confused.
    "I've never seen you, not ever."
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    ooc: I meant she looked back at streety
    ic: "Me, sweet one. I have been gone for ages, probably some time before you were born, kit," Catteranmae purred.

    [align=center][color=white][font=georgia]The defender was patrolling the Lighthouse, before she saw Catt. "What the fuck? First of all, you aren't as calm and soothing as you think you are. In fact you are a whore. Second of all, your fucking boyfriend here fucked me."

    [justify][font=arial]Woah. Stuff was going down here. Quickly glancing at her brother, the monochromic kit settled her violet optics on the one who referred herself as 'Catty'. "Giving pet names to yourself?" Untitledkit scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Wo-ow."

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    What was this? The pregnant calico's only remaining eye widened to the size of the moon when she saw the familiar pelt of her old friend who she had witnessed die only a month ago. "Catteranmae, is that you? What are you doing here?" The defender knew she had to keep her priorities straight, so her voice was neither cruel nor too friendly, but there was a touch of joy in it at seeing the feline.

    "Hey, guys!"
    Rohthy gave a cheery wave of her paws, ignoring the tension between Paperclip and Catt completely. This was their own drama business to take care of, not hers. It wasn't like two high positions were getting into an argumentation anyway.
    "Untitledkit!"
    That was a very weird name.

    "Momma Where are youuu??" Ruth whined, Sitting down a few feet out of sight and yowling out for her mother. High matinece much?
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    Melody padded up next to her mother with a snarl at catt and Streetpaw. She still didntl like them.

    [justify][font=arial]Untitledkit waved her tail back at her mother then glanced at Ruth May's general direction, rolling her violet eyes. Ugh. Returning her gaze to the drama, she waited for shit to hit the fan.

    Street woke and then scrambled up, shaking his pelt in all different directions before quietly sitting in Catty's lap, nuzzling her and burying his head in her fur silently, tears flowing from his eyes like clockwork.