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    and kacheng
    and take your money !


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    Alaska had nothing special to do on this particular morning. All her life had consisted of so far, was sparring, patrolling, hunting, making friends, exploring, and having fun! Sounded like a good life huh? Well, do those who wished their days would just slow down. She wanted her life to speed up, get older, go have fun, become a high position and be able to trot her ass around without limits. Yet Alaska was only a trainee (well ALMOST a trainee), and she would work her way up the totem poll of age until she was a weak old granny. For now, Alaska could only sit in the sunlight, soaking up with rays of gold with a dull expression and a slow, thumping heartbeat.

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    Hm. Well Inkdeath was a lot older than she used to be, that was for sure. Still, did supposed she hadn't fallen under the 'old' category quite yet. She probably still had a few years to go, anyways.


    Anyhow, the torbie femme had been padding around, not really doing anything useful, when she spotted Alaska sitting off to the side of her peripheral vision. Wouldn't having a chat buddy right now be nice? "Hi, my name's Inkdeath. What's yours?"





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    /rushed


    Alaska tilted her head up to greet the much taller Inkdeath. She had been a third tier, right? Oh well, Alaska didn't know much, she had only joined quite recently, probably only a few days ago to be honest! "Alaska! Nice to meet you." the chocolate smoke mewed, standing up to get a better look at the femme.

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    She wondered, if she bent down a little, would Alaska take it offensively? Maybe wait a few moments longer. Once they had a conversation going she probably wouldn't mind.


    "Oh yes, Alaska! I remember seeing you around quite a few times.", the older femme mewed with a smile.





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    Alaska knew she was short, specially since she was a new trainee, but that didn't matter much anyways. Inkdeath was bigger then her, but she didn't care! One day she'd be super big! "Yeah! I've heard about you too! You were a third tier, right?" Alaska asked with a grin. So many third tiers in this clan, ex-third tiers especially. From Paleo, to Historia, and now Inkdeath!

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    Honestly, Inkdeath preferred Jasmine over Historia. First of all, she loved the name Jasmine. Nothing wrong with the other name, simply a personal choice. Second, and really, the bod that actually mattered, was that she actually knew Jasmibe and spoke to her, and they had considered each other friends. She and Historia were strangers. Always had been, and they still were. Oh well.


    "Yeah, I was a third tier. Not anymore though.", Inkdeath mewed with a faint smile on her face. She didn't really care that much about her demotion. She didn't take it personally, and she didn't mind being a first tier either.





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    Alaska felt bad for speaking out loud now, realizing that it wasn't that nice to remind someone of their ex-high position title. Oops. Nice going, letting your tongue of fire burning the paper that was the script she preferred to follow. "Y-Yeah, sorry for asking." she said it with a little flutter of her lashes, looking down at her paws guiltily.

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    "Oh no, it's fine.", Inkdeath mewed with a little laugh. "My old position hasn't much of a sore subject did me, I don't really mind all that much that I was demoted." Afterall, positions could be earned back. She wasn't sure if hers' would, and it didn't particularly matter if it didn't, but you know, home on to positive thoughts.





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    Mmhm, positions and all their glory. Alaska thought being a high position would be cool, but she could imagine all the impounding stress it may bring on you. All this work that you had to do… She was not lazy, but it did seem like things would move quite fast. "Yeah, but congrats on getting promoted back then!" Inkdeath probably had been a very active cat, and very helpful. Alaska wished she could be like that, not for the sake of being promoted, but for the sake of just being useful.

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    She had been very active indeed. Helpful? Well she herself wasn't quite sure on his helpful she was, but probably at least a little.


    Letting out a little laugh at what Alaska said, a smile would play on her maw momentarily before she answered. "Thanks."





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    "Anyways, do you wanna do something Inky?" Alaska mewed with a smile full of content playing out on her lips. Bloodcln was a great clan, and Alaska was so happy that no one had been mean to her so far. She had thought maybe the other, older members would give her contemptuous looks or a hard time, but luckily it was much the opposite.

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    "Sure.", the older femme mewed with a shrug, "Anything you have in mind?" Inkdeath herself was pretty much open to any ideas, unless of course, Alaska took it to some certain extremes. Then, she was afraid she would have to back down.





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    Well, Inkdeath was indeed correct. Alaska could go to some pretty extremes when it came to how she liked to have fun, but for today, with a new friend, she'd go easy on the poor girl. "We could go exploring! And hunt a bit along the way?" the chocolate smoke asked the older she-cat, tilting her head to the side.

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    "I'm good with that idea.", Inkdeath mewed with a smile. Exploring and hunting was something simple, like an icebreaker, and while occasionally she might do extreme things, those were more so done with better friends, not ones she'd just met a few moments ago. Like Alaska. But maybe in the future they could go jump off cliffs together or something.





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    Alaska gave another cheshire grin, beginning to trot off with high knees in some direction that she hadn't gone off in before. She had been a lot of places whilst in Bloodclan, yet in a clan with big ass territory there was always somewhere new to go. Whether it be a cliff, an oasis, or some weird plane wreck. Alaska bet there'd always be something fun to do.

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    Oh, Inkdeath remembered the plane wreck that'd happened quite a bit ago. Undoubtedly, they were probably still remnants of it left, however, it was definitely not as prominent as before. Or maybe it was prominent, and she just didn't care about it anymore. Either or.


    Seeing as Alaska had begun to trot off in some random direction, the older femme would simply follow in suit, no words added.





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    The sky was bright and full of life, the twittering and crying of birds from above. From small desert sparrows and birds to large preying hawks and eagles. Birds were pretty interesting, she just never thought of them much until they were in their prime. "So, tell me about yourself? What's your life like?" Alaska asked Inkdeath, hoping to start some sort of conversation.

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    "Kind of boring.", Inkdeath mewed with a slight laugh, following after Alaska. "But I dunno, maybe I'm just being too pessimistic." And maybe she was. Where the young Luxure femme saw life, flying and twittering about, she herself only saw sand. Mountains, and piles, and walkways full of sand, with no life, other than the occasional cactus. Hm. She needed to look through another pair of eyes.





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