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    [justify][size=1]with all the craziness that was going on in the clan with the infectious animals and the entire moving ordeal, the little kit wanted to try to keep positive and somehow make the situation a bit more light-hearted. after all, that was about all he could do since he was just a shy little feline who honestly couldn't hurt a bug, let alone some crazy powerful and aggressive animals. though, it was pretty hard for darling little bearkit to try and stay up beat when he was so worried, not only for his own safety, but his family's safety as well. he tried his best to remind himself that his mother and father were indeed tough enough to care for themselves, after all his mother, afterdark, was a knight of scarclan.
    so the tabby let out a little huff as he tried to keep himself distracted cleaning dust off his paws. he was feeling rather restless and there just wasn't any safe activities to take part in or anyone for the little kit to play with since everyone was taking up arms against those frightening creatures. it was certainly a tragic time to a kit in scarclan.
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    meet in the middle

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    Anita had just been walking around in her monkey body with a can of pringles in her hand while she munched on them idly. Her eyes landed on a kitten, Bearkit to be specific, but she didn't know that. "Hello, I'm Anita, Anita Bazan." The gladiator greeted, setting down the can to focus on the conversation.




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    [align=center]there's always room for common ground
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    click cause too cute not to!

    Salvepaw curled up in the apprentice den. She didn't want to fight, but was good at it. So the tux just curled up in a balsl and twried to sleep.

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    "[color=black]I'm Michael," the liger meowed as he flicked his tail back and forth, standing by Anita as she had finished speaking, and nodded towards her. The pale green eyed liger yawned wearily, though he felt like as if nothing was better than being social. His jaws spread apart, revealing his rather large canines and teeth. He could actually go for a rabbit or something, because he was... hungry.



    #MichaelScar14




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    [justify][size=1]bearkit's green eyes grew wide as he saw anita, a monkey with some sort of strange object in her hands. he was a bit afraid at first, but her relaxed greeting put him at bay and he quickly became rather interested in the pringles she had.
    just as bearkit was about to introduce himself to antia and try to causally ask about the pringles, he had caught a glimpse of the liger, michael, and instantly froze in his tracks.
    oh no! thought the little tom with an absolutly mortified look on his face look at those teeth! they're bigger than me! and he's lookin' a little hungry too!
    "please mister!" he squeaked as he recoiled back a bit "d-don't eat me! I swear I don't taste any good and-and i'm not very meaty!
    at this point, little bearkit was so fixated on the fact he was probably going to get eaten that day, the poor kit had completely forgotten about the previous pringles can and also failed to notice the sleeping feline somewhere near him.
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    "[color=green]Michael. Pleasure to meet you Vi." The liger turned to the young frightened kit. "[color=green]I assure you that I do not eat kits, or cats or dogs of any sorts. Forgive me if I seem scary, but I'm friendly." The golden liger blinked, then walked away briefly to fetch a small squirrel from the fresh kill pile.
    The liger came back, with the squirrel in his mouth. Though he was hungry, he usually had little appetite, and this was no exception. The liger then nibbled on the squirrel, taking a couple of bites before stretching. He was no longer hungry after he finished it.



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    cecil !




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    hold on ! one more time with feeling !




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    [justify][size=1]bearkit's face flushed a little as he realized how much he had over reacted to the presence of the liger. this was his big chance to make a name for himself among the clan and he blew it. typical bearkit.
    "oh ugh, i'm very sorry! i didn't mean to offend you." he squeaked, his face still a bit red, but now he had a bit of a relaxed smile on his face.
    hello michael, cecil, and vi. it's nice to meet all of you!" he meowed cheerfuly, "i'm bearkit, son of afterdark."
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    [size=1]"and i'm grace! amazing grace!" grace said, leaping in. the crown she had taken earlier today was shifting on her head, but she manarged a kind smile at bearkit. she couldn't help but feeling he was so freaking cute wow. they way he had begged her uncle to not eat him. wow. the taliger sat next to him, grinning her wide, toothy smile.

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    [color=transparent] #discoprae #Scar2014activity

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    [justify][size=1]"oh um he-hello amazing grace" he meowed shyly, smiling at the ground trying hard to mask the fact he was once again blushing. "umm oh nice crown!" he meowed "you look like a very pretty princess".
    oh no that sounded dumb! he thought, but he couldn't stop talking. "i-i mean that's a really interesting crown! a-and it makes you umm look very regal, like a princess".
    oh dear, i made it worst! the little tom thought as he mentally cringed from the sheer awkwardness of his greeting. this was so typical of bearkit. when he was around girls he instantly lost any and all manly characteristics, if he even had any to begin with that is.
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    Anita watched the little blooming love scene whilst stuffing her face with delicious pringles. "I'm Anita, Anita Bazan - Niruka." She said with a smile. Her roleplayer had totally forgotten she was married oops. //low muse ;-;




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    #anitaseenit ✯ #scar2014activity

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    she watched, her mouth half-open as he stuttered helplessly. "ah-okay." she said, nodding in understanding. "but i'm not a princess. i'm a female king." she corrected, and flicked her tail. she thought of compliments to give him. "and ... er ... you look like a bear? i guess." she shrugged.


    she wasn't good around toms who obviously were crushing on her. it made her feel weird. like. she wanted something, but didn't want it. grace sat down, licking her paw slowly and awkwardly.


    yes let the shipping begin

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    [justify][size=1]darn it! he thought to himself i must of made her uncomfortable now. bearkit took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a bit, trying to make himself look bigger. alright bearkit, get yourself together! she's just a girl. no need to get so embarrassed.
    "oh? a female king? he meowed, his green eyes wide with curiosity. then, a friendly smile crossed his maw. "so that's better than a princess, right? and so that could only mean one thing. you're, like, the coolest person ever!
    the little tom was absolutely fascinated with meeting some special like that, because, after all, he was just a plain old brown tabby kit that was terribly ordinary in every way possible.
    "oh and umm thank you, i guess. that's very kind of you to say" he said in regards to grace's compliment.
    the young tabby then turned to greet feline, nicole. "hello nic" he meowed in his usual cheerful manner, "nice to meet you! i'm bearkit!". it was absolutely amazing how many scarclanners he was meeting in such a sort period of time and he made sure to remember everyone's name and face for the next time they met.
    as he greeted nic, bearkit could of sworn he heard some crunching noises. and then it suddenly hit him; the pringles! he had never gotten the chance to ask anita the monkey exactly what that stuff was because of the whole silly incident where he had thought michael was going to eat him. however, no one else seemed to interested in it and he didn't want to be rude so he keep his mouth shut about it. but he continuously, and not so subtly, kept eying the precious can of salty snacks.



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    'Son, we're gonna have to work on our pick up lines.' Afterdark whispered to Bearkit, giving him a nuzzle on the top of his head. The Bengal placed a seat beside him and nudged his shoulder encouringly. Take the bait, Bearkit, take the bait. "Bearkit- I was going to plan a public ball-dance event tomorrow evening. Perhaps Amazon would like to go with you?"


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    Salvepaw opened an eye and watched the cats. Finally she got up to talk to them.

    Autumn didn't like living in a prison at all. It made him feel as if he was a prisoner in his own clan. Trotting towards his brother in a bored silence, the tabby tom sighed as he leaned down on his hunches, his warm amber orbs flickering in interest. What was Bearkit doing, anyways? Leting a small smile slip across his black lips, he mewed, "Hey Beary, whatcha doin'?"

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    [justify][size=1]bearkit was rather surprised when his mother and brother showed up on the scene. he figured thst his mother would be off somewhere taking care of some serious scarclan business and that autumn would be out and about. but family was family after all and family shoukd stick together, no matter how embarrassing they were.
    "mom!" bearkit frantically whispered "i don't need help with that kinda stuff. i-i mean i wasn't trying to trying to do any of that kinda stuff! i was just trying to make friends". the tom then turned his heard the other direction so he was out of his mother's ear shot. "i just get nervous around girls and say dumb stuff, is all" he mumbled in a barely audible tone. for all he knew grace could have other interests and could probably already have another person in mind. plus they were still young! there was time for that lovey stuff when they get older. but maybe a ball wasn't so bad, right? friends could do that kinda stuff, couldn't they?
    anyway, still feeling a bit grumpy and embarrassed, he turned to his brother. "hey, autumn. i'm just getting to know people in the clan."
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