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    tornado was a genius.


    not a albert Einstein of course, but he was pretty dam smart for a cat. he knew his way around the camp in a week, he could recite all the names' he had heard, and their positions. if you asked him what the clan that tried to take over before he came, he would tell you that it was virdianclan and snowclan merged together to make blizzardclan. he knew the blizzardclan leaders, deputies, and also the tribe's. he had a photographic memory, a visual, and any other type you could imagine. he was fast and agile, with a smart mind and a handsome body. tornado had it all. except for one thing.


    feelings.
    well, of course he felt anger and resentment and stuff, but he could push them away easily. it was always a monotone for him. friendliness? keep dreaming. scared? never. lovable? yes. but he loving someone else? never will happen. in fact, the idea of love makes him go a bit weird. that's why it was a bit weird for him to live behind a waterfall, one of the most romantic places a cat can be. but he had a mission that not even him knew about.


    and tornado thought about that mission as he made a bowl out of moss and stones. he pushed it to the edge of the land and it was filled up with water quickly. pushing it away from the side, he accidentally brushed the sticks and stones from failed bowls against each other while trying to get it. and it happened. there was a sudden heat. he immediately turned back, and there was fire. it smelled smoky quickly. olive green eyes amused, he flicked the flaming stick into the dirt. it cooled off, but the smell lingered. he grinned a tiny bit as he wondered how long it would take for the others to realize there had been fire.


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    Nikki was out lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts of her former home, friends, the changed made recently. She isn't like what most of her memories brought. Anger. The feeling was despised to her, she was so nice, kind, loving. And to feel anger, or even hatred was pretty new to the young panther. So lost in thought she didn't even notice the smoke rising in the air or the lingerin smell of an extinguished flame, not until it was right in front of her. Almost running over the smaller feline she looked up with full eyes, "s-sorry." She murmured shaking her ruffled fur.
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    his olive eyes flashed with annoyance, but he didn't do anything. he just nodded and went back to his work of filtering the water. how did he make fire? well, at least he kind of filtered it. tornado thought that maybe reaching out far had stretched something. but that couldn't be it. oh well. he would figure it out soon enough, maybe in a enemy clan's territory. blizzardclan needed a lesson.. maybe. he would plan hard for that.

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    The cabinet member was smart, too. He could tell you anything. Somewhat like tornado, however, his emotions were a little strange. A bit of a introvert when it came to what h was feeling, William never really told anyone his opinions until he was asked - actually, that was sometimes. When the situation called for it, he spoke out, but usually, he didn't say anything about himself.
    What drew him in was actually the smell. " what's that ? " the realist asked skeptically.
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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Salvadore remembered the smell of fire. Of course, it was certainly a lot nicer without the scent of burnt cow flesh to go along with it. Or the sounds or sights of humans eating cow flesh, the poor buggers. All the same, the bull didn't much like the acrid taste of smoke at the back of his throat, so he stood there motionless after his approach, gazing at who he assumed he set the fire in the first place.
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    " smoke. " tornado spoke bluntly. it was a quick answer, and it was precise. that was perfect for him. he put a paw on some ashes that had came form the stick. " it's just fire. "

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    And fire was something that William didn't like. He'd left his first home because of one, and was entirely skeptical of more. Fire was something he never affiliated himself with. The realist flattened his ears and frowned a bit, something that he never did, but stayed silent. He didn't want anyone playing with fire.

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    ANGELPAW / TRAINEE / HOVER

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    As Angelpaw approached, coming to stand beside William, he was also wondering that question - what was it? Smoke? That sounded interesting. Didn't smoke come from fire? Yes, he was sure it did. He wondered how this cat had managed to start a fire. On his shoulder, Flavia was watching, her circular brown eyes focused on the smoke with awe.