BEAUTY QUEEN / open

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Okay, yes, this was the fourth time this had been typed up. It sucked.


    She batted at a rock. Her paws bled a bit in a way that the ground around her was sprinkled with the crimson liquid. Witchkit had decided that she had to protect her clan from bad guys and girls, because all her siblings were babies, it seemed. Bullying- she hadn't thought that's what she had done. Witchkit had only told them Jasper was her daddy and not theirs. And then, there had been that sassy-ass kid named ... Hello? Hell? Hella? Gosh, she didn't even know her name. The feline batted angrily at the rock, muscles aching. Couldn't they see? All she wanted was to protect Jasper from the evil cats!

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    TIDALCLAN ★ KIT[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Well this was kind of talk of the devil, but the first person to spot Witchy batting at the rock was her sister. Although she kind of disliked her half sibling, she hated to see Witchkit inflicting harm on herself, especially because Macy was starting to think that it was kind of her fault. Padding over, Macy took a seat a few spaces away from Witchkit. "Hello, are you okay?" A bit of a dumb question, but hey ho.
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]She turned her head a bit, blinking and resting her paws for a few seconds. "What?" Witchy asked. She hadn't had enough time to read lips.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 155px; borderwidth=0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-top: 42px; margin-right: -55px; margin-left: -50px; color: #d2d2d2;][align=center][size=20pt]MACY ★[/size]
    TIDALCLAN ★ KIT[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]"Are you okay?" She asked, speaking a little bit slower so that it would be easier for Witchkit to lipread. It was a dumb question really, of course she wasn't okay - she was bashing a rock until her paws bled. But it seemed in the kitten's best interests to ask if Witchy was okay.
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]She sniffed, then turned back to plummeting the rock. It did hurt, but the pain disappeared over time. "Yes," Witchkit replied, not stopping, "Fine."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 155px; borderwidth=0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-top: 42px; margin-right: -55px; margin-left: -50px; color: #d2d2d2;][align=center][size=20pt]MACY ★[/size]
    TIDALCLAN ★ KIT[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]"No you're not," Macy meowed, getting to her paws and seating herself closer to Witchkit. She didn't care if she was being annoying or anything, because she was genuinely worried about her half sibling. "Do you always bash rocks? For fun?"
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]She stopped again, letting out an annoyed sigh. "I'm practicing. Duh."