The little kit blinked up at them and said, "H...Hello. I can't remember all of it, though. It was hot. Red stuff was everywhere. Mommy ran up to me and threw me. The next thing I knew I was in water. It was cold."
The kit shivered.
"I climbed out of the river. When I found Mommy and Daddy..." The kit looked at her tiny paws and whispered, "They were dead."
Another Day in SkyClan (Continued)
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Skysong listened from a sunny rock a few feet away with narrowed eyes.
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Skysong had been appointed a warrior about 2 moons ago, yet beside her was her only surviving kit.
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 7pt;]Amerigo blinked. What a sad story. The lion sat down. "I'm sorry, but that's what happens everyday in pro-clans because of Bloodclan." he snarled to himself. -
Skysong Looks over at the lion.
''We all hate Bloodclan, some more than others,'' she meow. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 7pt;]"I know. Who wouldn't?" Amerigo asked, looking at Skysong, rolling his eyes. -
She flattens her ears.
''If have more reasonable than many to hate Bloodclan,'' she hissed, ''because they killed my parents!''
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 7pt;]Amerigo followed her, barely having to run to catch up. "And I feel sorry for ya', but my mother joined an anti-clan and is basically a mass-murderer." the lion mewed, a shrug to his shoulders. -
Narrows eyes while tail lashes.
She bounds through a secret way out of camp and to her favorite spot, where her parents first met. A little meadow with a stream going through the middle.
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OOC: Skysong can be easy to offend or upset.
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Sweetberry noticed the calico from the medicine den, running off somewhere. Stretching, she walked, seeing as she could not run with broken ribs. Her healing optics focused on the cat, who was sitting near a stream with this melancholy expression on her face. She made her way over slowly, her scars glistening in the midday sun.
"Hey there," The Scottish Fold mewed. "what's wrong?" She furrowed a nonexistant brow in worry.
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[size=10]Sweetberry is an average-sized fae, around 14 inches tall from paw to eartip. She weighs around 15 pounds, and has a muscular, well-rounded build. Despite this, she still has a slender appearance. Her pelt is a light cinnamon-orange tabby, with lighter underbelly, muzzle, and paws. Her luminaries are the shade of dark, melted cocoa or fresh coffee; they shine when she's under the moonlight. Her ears, as a genetic feature of her breed, stay folded. This comes to advantage in battle because her ears can't be shredded very easily.
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Looks up in surprise, but seeing Sweetberry, just mumbles ''I'm fine.''
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 7pt;]Amerigo bounded after the cat, following her to the meadow. "You okay?" the wildcat asked, tipping his head. -
Looks at him, and eyes are full of grief for my parents.
''It's just that it seems like everything remind me of my parents. Their death... it changed me.'' -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 7pt;]Amerigo was freaking tired of cats mourning. It was never going to change anything, no matter how hard you prayed. Of course, he would be momentarily sad and try to avenge it, but if there was no chance of him doing that, he would simply accept the fact. "I'm sorry. They're in a better place now. They wouldn't want you to become this." the wildcat mewed. -
Suddenly ears shoot forward and I whip my head around.
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Eyes fly open
''Fight... injured cats...''
Suddenly I take off ito the woods
''Bloodclan.'' I hiss before sprinting off -
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Sweetberry nodded, but was not convinced she was fine. Having a tragedy happen to loved ones was always a valid reason to mourn. Amerigo, however, was right; it was okay to be sad, but there was a time when there was too much sadness that it got tiring. She got up, but a bit too quickly, because a sharp pain shot up from her side. She winced, putting a paw to her bruised ribcage.
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[size=10]Sweetberry is an average-sized fae, around 14 inches tall from paw to eartip. She weighs around 15 pounds, and has a muscular, well-rounded build. Despite this, she still has a slender appearance. Her pelt is a light cinnamon-orange tabby, with lighter underbelly, muzzle, and paws. Her luminaries are the shade of dark, melted cocoa or fresh coffee; they shine when she's under the moonlight. Her ears, as a genetic feature of her breed, stay folded. This comes to advantage in battle because her ears can't be shredded very easily.
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 7pt;]Amerigo rolled his eyes, then ran after her. "YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT CLAN IS MADE OF!" the lion roared, keeping pace with her. Half of the clan were lions or tigers, who were all bigger than Amer himself.