in you're heart shaped box ( death ) for weeks

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    No, no! Apollo please don't leave me alone! A flapping of shredded wings and pain echoed the telepathic message to the tabby. Who laid sprawled his fur matted and shred into bits everywhere, the gentle eyes held tears that spilled too the side a look of content and fear mouth gaping to form words of encouragement to the soul holding butterfly with broken wings Apollo was in so much unbearable pain to even speak as his throat held eight large shreds from claws mercilessly slashing at him. Blood, blood, and more blood that's all that surrounded the once gorgeous and shy tom, with sweet words and a kind heart. His best friend a lonely little butterfly he kept in a glass jar with a rope to hold at throat, but the jar was smashed to bits and some of the shards lodged in his pads and sides, and Levati was actually the captor of a lost soul he telepathically talked too. No one knew of this but he and her did. Raising a matted paw coated in blood and missing splotches of fur the tabby gently touched the butterflies wing so delicately like it was a gesture of goodbye. Levati quietly cried to him once more in agony the words ringing Appy's mind. Apollo... Goodbye.


    Blue and green flecked eyes widened slightly as the flapping stopped and the body laid still. With that Apollo's tears rushed quickly and his body shook in remorse and despair watching the one close thing he had left die before him. Wheezing out pitifully paw retracting and dropping painfully back in place. But doing so scooping the butterflies body close it appeared as though he was hugging the frail dead body. Then one flash of regret as memories poured by. Papa, Tank, Astaire, Helios, Melanoe, Cassius, Sebastian, Astrid, Grim, Arosa, Fang... The Simul Stamus. I'm sorry for leaving home just because I got beat up for liking boys. The tears continued to flow as his mind grew weaker and slower. I'm sorry for leaving everyone I loved behind because I was scared... And mommy I never got too see you but I'm sorry I never grew to your expectations I became weak, scared, and pitiful but I tried to be nice and faithful. I tried I never broke a law, I never hurt a person, I never hated anyone no matter how much the shoved me and punched me... I hope those counted mommy. I always did want to be like you, a girl and all but that's not possible. Blood spurted out from his mouth while the tragedy before the young Apollo his end was near, and the aqua eyes that shined so gracefully and beautifully we're dimmed and glistened with pain.


    The regrets we're done for. Time to say goodbye. Melody thank you for being my friend when I needed it most... Elani, you always we're the kindest to me even if I was a tom. Stella for promising me a safe home. Envy. It may not be your name anymore but you we're always my Envy, you took me in like your own child, protected me and cared for me I thank you most of all... Rohthy you hate me, a lot I'm scared of you. But I wish I could've told you... How much I respected you, and your fearlessness and I'm sorry for always talking back. I never.. Hated... you. Radical- clan. Will always be my home. n- matter, if I'm male. Or female.


    Heaving frantically as his heart felt like it would rip out from its ferocious beating his mind blurred now, eyes lolling back and closing tight the massacred and beaten tom who had been attacked by an unknown villain just for being a tom instead of a female like the attacker had thought was slowly and painfully convulsing as death was coming to take him. Holding Levati close and gurgling through the blood into a fetal position, stomach split, ears shredded skin exposed with scratches and missing fur. Finally the shuffling and heart throbbing came to a sudden halt, and the painful expression turned to one of peace. The once happy and polite little 5 moon old tom of Radicalclan, was met with an awful and gory demise as he took one final shuddering breath.[/fancypost]


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    The mellowness in her ashen blue eyes quickly disappeared, as it was often prone to do. The student caught a whiff of something, and proceeded to move towards it. Spending so much time in the forest had sharpened her hearing and scenting skills. A little bit. Not as much as Flintpaw hoped, but she knew that nothing actually productive had been going on in the past few weeks. She hadn't done anything useful with her life.


    And as she reached the scent's source, she found one that had come to its end. The dark gray feline took a step or two forward and then stopped. No rise and fall of the chest. It was a tom, but as if that made any difference to Flintpaw. It did, but not largely so. Her blue eyes scanned the body once more for a sign of life, but to no avail. As expected. Giving an inward sigh, Flintpaw watched the remaining blood flow out of the orange tom-kit. The temporary muscle spasms as the nervous system shut down. As her eyes prepared to look away, they caught on the figure of a little insect at the tom's side. A dead butterfly. Maybe it had given the little guy some comfort as he departed from this world.


    Flintpaw then remembered catching a glimpse or two of this cat at a couple of events. Not the most active member, but certainly not one of those troublesome toms whom everyone despised. Still, he couldn't have had a good life here. Maybe his death was for the better. Flintpaw would never know now. It probably wasn't worth going after the criminal anyway. Wouldn't some RadicalClanners deem it a waste of time to search? It didn't affect Flintpaw in any way, but still she lingered, waiting to see if anyone else would show up. Wondering what they might think about this.


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    [/fancypost][size=5pt](c) Sapphy


    [align=center][color=#4682B4][size=8]_ easy _ RadicalClan _ no powers _ no kill _ injury/capture with permission _ [/size]

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    There was this moment of emotion - a slight bewilderment, no more.
    It was certainly much better than the impassive mask of stone, who'd merely turn away without a second thought. So...Apollo was dead. The occurrence of murder was infuriating, of course, but this was a tom no more. An usurp Smudge or a grumpy Radical had probably killed.
    It was no business of hers.
    The ebony female deemed that those close to him would bury him. If they didn't turn up, one of the students would have to do the job. A swift, blue glance at Flintpaw and she turned away, not even allowing a fraction of sympathy for the killed.
    Something caught her eye. It was that dead butterfly.


    Its tattered wings reflected in her crystal-blue orbs.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][size=8]There was a moment of pain that bursted into Sigma's gaze as the strong tang of fresh blood and the sweet smell of a nursing mother's milk entered her nose. It made her heart tighten even more when she spotted Apollo, laying perfectly still, all battered and bruised. What could have killed such an innocent thing? It was a tom, after all, but Sigma had her soft spot for kittens, especially ones that lay dead before her.

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    Twyt || Radicalclan || Kit-Aged || Venom || No Kill/Serious injure || Possessions || CDC


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    Twyt had slithered over, wondering what all the silent fuss was about. Upon seeing the dead cat, Twyt flickered her tongue. This kitten was a male. The king cobra gave a glance towards her mother and towards her aunt. Both of them seemed to have a different feeling about this. She shook her head, having no idea what was the right way to feel. Nothing can be done now. She hissed in snake-language, knowing almost no one could understand her.





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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black; color: #444645; text-align: center;]MASQUERADING AS A MAN WITH A REASON[/fancypost][hr][hr][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: georgial; font-size: 10px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: black;]Death didn't bother her.
    Blood didn't either, and in fact, she was interested in it.
    The way the last breath sounded, pained or relaxed, and the way the blood seeped everywhere, or splattered, in some cases. It calmed her, to be honest.
    The metallic smell of it, the matching taste. She shook her head to clear her mind.
    No. The thoughts should be erased form her mind, really. Others would find it... Strange.
    "Who is this?" She asked curiously, head tilting to the side slightly. Her work would do nothing here. She was an assistant in learning herbs, yes, but the male was already dead, and there was nothing that could be done but find out his name.
    It was just another male. She had been to two murders, both male, the culprit never found. In all honesty, she would like to find them, though she was afraid of being found snooping around in search of the culprit, getting herself in trouble.
    Though sometimes it couldn't hurt. For once, maybe it couldn't.
    The only issue would be finding a murder that happened to a she-cat. It would, of course, be expected of members to search, leaving her with less of a chance.
    Sadly, this death would be just a death to most. Nothing of importance. [/fancypost][hr]Markiplier - Reichenbachfall - Turacocrest Eternate-Resergam - Onestar - Bostondelights[hr][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black; color: #444645; text-align: center;]MY CHARADE IS THE EVENT OF THE SEASON[/fancypost]

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    [justify]Elani approached on silent paws, standing a distance away. Her face was shrouded by shadows, amber eyes unseen as she lifted her chin to gaze upon the gruesome sight. Under the darkness however, the stone cold female's expression was devoid of happiness. Her eyes stung. Her stomach twisted. Apollo. The sweet little tom was dead. Gone from this cruel world.
    Apollo..
    And with that, the disheartened royal guard turned to walk away. She couldn't look at this anymore.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][size=8][color=black][font=times new roman] No she didn't know this tom and no she wasn't someone who liked toms to begin with, yet the shiba inu didn't really feel emotion here, only blankness. Simply, Adaila watched, not really sure if a thought would settle in her mind.

  • [fancypost bgcolor=black borderwidth=0px; height: 200px;-moz-border-radius: 1em; border: 2px solid #efefef; width: 410px; background-image: url(http://www.periodicoexpress.com.mx/fotos/su52502.jpg); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; width: 450px; font-size: 33pt; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt#000000; letter-spacing: -2pt; margin-top: 10px;]Golden-Tailed Jaguars[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; width: 410px; font-size: 8.5pt; letter-spacing: 2pt;]A tropical Clan of Feline [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 410px; overflow: auto; border-radius: 1em 1em 1em 1em; margin-top: -5px;][justify][sup]
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    "Apollo, a stain."
    The silence continued again.