EVERYDAY I'M SHUFFLIN' [p; socrates]

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 470px; height: auto; font-family: palatino linotype; text-align: justify;]Cent found some red paint and started painting random things on the cave walls. They were usually just weird blobs, sometimes only her pawprints, but hey, she was being creative at least.


    /short post. sorry.

    [ 'sall right. i'm museless too. ]


    "That better not be blood; it's sticky and unnatural." Socrates had padded up with a scowl, his expression remaining until he realized that it was paint she was using. The cub settled on to his haunches, his eyes growing thoughtful as he gazed at the blobs. "What are you painting?" he inquired.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 470px; height: auto; font-family: palatino linotype; text-align: justify;]"Ew no, blood sucks. I don't pass out when I see it, but I don't like it," Cent replied with a small frown, which quickly disappeared as she made a rather pretty series of pawprints that sticked together, making a nice circular pattern. "Flowers, animals, making pawprint thingies. Stuff. Oh, I'm also painting on my face," the leopardess turned around to show him the big red pawprint that started at the top of her left eye, went across her nose and ended at the edge of her upper lip. "War paint," she joked, padding closer to the tiger. "Wanna try it?" Centella asked, flashing Socrates a pretty smile.

    Socrates grinned back at the leopard, nodding. "Sure, but I won't get to go to war in a while." he frowned. "I wish I could start training already. My mama taught me a few moves, but not much."

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 470px; height: auto; font-family: palatino linotype; text-align: justify;]"I've seen war. It's not all that great. Nothing to be excited about," said the leopardess with a sudden frown and barely visible tears in her eyes. Should she tell him about how her father's bones were crushed by a snow leopard right in front of her face, or how her mother was beaten up and ripped at so badly that she fell to the ground, bleeding out of her mouth heavily while the leopardess screamed and wailed and cried out for help, but she was already cold and dead? How her twin brother was jumped on by a large black dog as if he was a trampoline when all she could do was watch it in horror from a far away, yet still terrifyingly close distance? "You can lose it all in war."

    Socrates flattened his ears, the hair on his spine raising as the grim look in Centella's eyes grew more so as she spoke. "If there wasn't war, what would we do?" the cub shook his head. "BloodClan's purpose is to conquer; we are more than live our daily lives."

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 470px; height: auto; font-family: palatino linotype; text-align: justify;]"If there wasn't war, we wouldn't have to risk the possibility of our close ones dying in the blink of an eye just for a piece of landscape or for bragging rights," Cent said with an edge of disguist to her voice which grew into an actual grossed out tone as she was finishing the sentence.


    "And what's gonna happen in a few centuries if the wars don't stop before it's too late is the perishment of the animal race. Actually of every living being on the planet, if you don't count plants, because twolegs are gonna kill each other too." Almost everybody in BloodClan had been so brainwashed with 'the most important thing in the universe is power' that they failed to see the the bigger picture like Centella did. It was quite sad.