we've got the glow in the mouth * joining (still need to be accepted)

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    > yeah fawn is going back to bloodclan <3


    Alaska was fed up, really, she was. She had walked, miles, from forest to the freaking end of the earth, just to find some sort of civilization, and great, the one she came across happened to be in the middle of no where. Yet, it was the only place she could go, and it was the only place she could actually find the one person she had searched for, for what seemed like eternity. Navyseal, her mother, who had politely left her, yet Alaska was only a foolish little kitten with a brain the size of an acorn, and at this age, she couldn't care less. The fragile little brown female waddled over to the border, pink raspberry nose wrinkling as she inhaled the scent of blood and, well, Bloodclan; whatever that smelled like (probably the odour of death and sunshine). "Anyone here? Want my mommy!" her jade green eyes sparkled with stardust and light, but it was in those stars of youth, there held a darkness that would soon pollute her, or had it already?

    [sup]There were so many opportunities for her to simply try and apologize to her kittens for being one pathetic excuse of a mother. But, then again, Navyseal was never really one fur the whole apologizing thing. She's never apologized to the mates of toms she'd had litters with, probably why they hadn't been able to forgive and forget. As she spotted the intruder, the blue and white she-cat began to slowly make her way over, and when she recognized her daughter's scent, her bright blue eyes widened in shock. "Alaska!"


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    [font=georgia]Violet padded along the border, a far off look planted on her face. Snapping out of her little ay dream, she saw her two clan-mates standing at the border. Tilting her head, the serval bounded over, a bright smile on her face. Since someone had already asked the question, she simply stood behind Navyseal, her dark auburn optics flicking with interest. [/front]

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    Alaska wanted to hit her mom but she also wanted to let the rain run from her eyes and just hug her mother, disappear into her fur and never wake up. "Mommy! Mommy! You were bad! You left me." the kitten wailed, stomach twisting into ribbons. She was nervous and afraid of all these cats, the two surrounding her seemed nice, but she didn't trust them. She just wanted her mom… That's all she wanted.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px;][justify]oh please, save me the pity party. grey eyes narrowing, he watched the kit run to her so called mother. navyseal was the mother of all clans, was she not? salvatore huffed, flicking a nicked ear and opening his mouth to speak before he froze.


    "alaska!" the cream tabby backed up a step, looking shocked. alaska... was his mother's name... of course, this was definitely not the same cat. "w-what does she want." he growled, in a shittier mood now that he was reminded of his mother.


    totally shipping alaska xx salvatore wat

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    > oh yeah i didn't base her off of alaska harbringer xD she's' based off of alaska young from john green's looking for alaska <3 ships them


    Alaska glared at Salvatore, though she was small and weak, she had no fear of older cats (even though Salvatore was not much older than her). "Don't look at me like that! I want to join, and I want my mom." she stood beside Navyseal, tail lashing like the flames that danced in her eyes and singed the ground below her feet.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px;][justify]"i suggest you don't tell me what you do, 'ya little rat." the cream tabby spat, glaring at her. it was so unfair how everyone had a mother but himself. it was bullshit. he sat down, licking his lips and staring at the pair with dull grey eyes. now he was bored.


    (( i guessed that c: john green's amazing. sal would be such a pedophile if they ever got together //laughs but really i ship itttt ))

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    > john green is fab 8D omg they should for real when she's older.


    Alaska felt furious, how dare he called her a rat! But she wouldn't argue more, because she was in a situation where they would either kick her out, or let her in, and being rude to one of the clan's own wouldn't get her anywhere. So she bit her tongue, chewed on her gum, and did as much as she could to choke down spitting words.

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    bump still need someone to accept her

    Alaska, eh? That had been the name of his old love, the one Serp had stolen from him. Well, maybe that wasn't what had happened, but as his roleplayer had only recently adopted him and had no real idea, that was what he would think. A flash of anger and pain at the thought flashed through the approaching serval's eyes, although he tried to push it away. This was someone else.

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    "We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time."

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    CATACLYSM

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    WARMASTER

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    BLOODCLAN

    [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]"What's your name, miss?" The wildcat would inquire as he stepped forward, his eyes still frosted over from his recent battle with stress-related sickness. Peering down at the smaller feline, the caracal would cock his head a bit before looking toward Navyseal. Another daughter? He knew that Navyseal was a slut, or at least use to be, but how many kits did she have? "As long as you swear your loyalty, I don't see why you can't join. Just promise to be a good little member, m'kay?"


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    "But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind."

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    muse: low

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    tags: #cata

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px;][justify]it appeared that they were thinking of the same cat. though, sal was weary of gabriel. it wasn't that he was afraid of him, just cautious around him- he didn't need more scars than he had. he was the offspring of gabe's lover and his brother, so perhaps gabriel would be jealous? that was his theory, anyways.


    dipping his head to his uncle, a subtle greeting and all the same reluctant, before turning to the kit with bored eyes.

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    It felt like some real authority had just stepped in, and she couldn't help but give a bit of a sour look at Salvatore as she realized who the real boss was. "Alaska sir." she probably had a last name, from her mom of course, but she didn't exactly know what it was… So, she'd just say the name she liked, the name she chose for herself anyways. "I swear loyalty! Cross my heart." Alaska mewed with a deep nod of her head, eyes twinkling brightly as she made a little x in the sand with her paw.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]glaring at the kit, salvatore stood up and rolled his eyes. "yada yada, whatever." he grumbled, before turning around and leaving the scene.

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    "We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time."

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    CATACLYSM

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    WARMASTER

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    BLOODCLAN

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    "Then you are accepted." He'd respond with a swift dip of his cranium. Well, that was easy. Normally each member was supposed to have a taste of Bloodclan but seeing as he'd already delayed her timing of entering camp, he went ahead and decided to not mention it. He could always do it later to make sure she understood what she was agreeing to when joining the ruthless anti-clan.
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    "But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind."

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    muse: low

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    > no it's fine! i'm just really excited to start roleplaying again c:


    Alaska dipped her head in a silent thanks, and went on her way into the clan. It was time, for a new dawn, and a new life.

    "Honey, I'm sorry I left you. I was just, your father, I missed him and I couldn't bare it. I love you to the moon and back, though, Alaska," she murmured softly, pressing her muzzle to her daughter's cheek. Navyseal didn't exactly need to bend down all that much, seeing as she was pretty small and runty in this body. Hopefully, she'd upgrade soon, but her old Indian Desert Cat body was pretty fucked up at the given moment, hence the reason she was back in the body she'd been born in.

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    Alaska gave a little sigh, looking up at her mom and nodding, nuzzling against her chest. She was much happier to be with her mom now anyways, the past was the past, and she was done with all the old crap.