our baby and her momma and the damaged love she makes [p]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]photek was napping under a willow tree, the light autumn breeze rustled the leaves all around. the sun's soft rays gave a warm feeling to the slightly chilly day. photek was half asleep, listening with closed eyes he enjoyed this peace. the grass was soft and warm, the willow's leaves hung over and around him. his lilac pelt lightly buffeted when the breeze became strong enough. most of his days were similar to this, alone and quite and peaceful. yet, no matter how much peace the quite brought to him, he did not like the feeling of loneliness. almost two years have passed since he left his home, and he feels as though it has been forever since he has seen another cat..... [/justify]

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    raven stone.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0][hr][hr][justify]Raven couldn't help but notice, as she flew North to follow the signs, that she was headng back towards the loner lands which she had left not that long ago to join SunClan. But, Iolana had told her to come here and seek out the willow tree, so of course she would do what her dead mother had told her to do.


    Speaking of Iolana ...


    You're getting close, a feminine voice murmured in the impressionist's head as the galah continued her flight pattern. She had only left that morning, and of course her raven form would be better suited to the task, but she was kind of ... Stuck. Stuck in a bird form that she had no idea how to work to its full ability. He's under that willow tree. Beside Raven, Iolana's spiritual form shimmered into existence- a light brown tabby like Raven; except with brilliant golden eyes. The tabby cat's spirit was running alongside the bird as if the air was the ground.


    Tucking her wings into a dive, the Australian parrot swooped down to the tree, and perched in a branch. In her head, Iolana whispered, Your powers are messed up, honey, but I can fix them for a few hours. And in saying that, Raven turned back into a cat. Her original, domestic form.


    Clawing her way down the tree trunk, the tall, lithe tabby meowed to the loner who was supposedly her father, "Well, at least I know I look like my mother."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]photek's ear twitched, his head snapped up and he was a tabby cat on a branch above him. startled he jumped up, his fur along his spine rose in response to this sudden and unknown visitor. "ah!" he growled in a surprised tone. she looked slightly familiar, but he had no clue as to who she was. then he head her remark. 'mother?' he thought in puzzlement. "what do you think you're doing? who are you?" he asked. "and where in heaven's name did you come from?" [/justify]

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    raven stone.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0][hr][hr][justify]The SunClanner suppressed an amused smile, and leapt down to hit the ground gently; this was pretty much how she had figured the older tom would react. Answering his questions, she would meow, "I'm Raven Stone, and I came from SunClan. As for what I'm doing here ... Iolana led me." Now that she had come out with it, Raven wasn't quite sure how the lilac tom would react.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]the somali squinted his eyes in confusion. "iolana...?" he muttered. his eyes paced around on the ground. he became agitated, agitated at this she-cat- raven's moxie and at the fact that iolana seem familiar. his mind race, like a filing cabinet, he looked through his memories. he then saw her, the spitting image of rave. he remembered now. he looked up at her. "i knew your mother. but, that doesn't explain you why you are here." he said with attitude. "why should i care if you found m-" he paused, sometimes he really resented his ability to analyze and predict. most of his predictions and assumptions were proven to be true. "no." he said with a baffled breath. he looked at raven. "you're not... I mean it cannot be possible...." [/justify]

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    raven stone.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0][hr][hr][justify]Her blue eyes glinting, Raven nodded as the tomcat caught on. "It's possible, alright. Especially when your dead mother is following you around, ready to point out the tom who sired you." She lifted her chin, and added, "And if your name is Photek, then we'll find that I'm right."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]photek squinted at her. "i do not like your smug tone, robin." he said the wrong name purposefully. his mind was a hurricane of thought, he had barely knew her. they shared a kit together? what does this now mean? why did she come to find him? his thought ceased for a second. "dead?" he blurted out. "she is dead?" he asked in shock. even if photek had only known her mother for a short while, he felt a pang of sorrow to hear that iolana was dead. [/justify]

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    raven stone.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0][hr][hr][justify]The tabby furrowed her feline brows, unsure whether to be amused or irritated by the tomcat's antics. "Yes. She was hit by a car, shortly after I ... left." She had always felt guilty about that, leaving so soon after she had been weaned, but it was the reason for her independence now.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]photek huffed. there is nothing he can do but accept that he is in-fact a father. "left?" he asked with a hint of intrigue. he too had left his home, but his past was unimportant. since raven is his daughter, he might as well et to know her and her history. [/justify]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][hr][hr][justify]The lithe, tall tabby sighed, nodded once, and sat down. She looked at her paws, as if debating with herself on how much to tell her newfound father, but eventually took a breath. "Want to hear the whole story?"


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    ooc|: so sorry for such sort posts.[/justify]

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    [it's okay my muse just died as well]


    Raven sighed, and started from what Iolana had told her. "Once I left mum, I found a group of creatures around my age, called the Crime Lords. We were all trained under a single master to be ruthless assassins, ready to kill the instant we or one of our team-mates were threatened. We were put in two squads of three; mine was me, Acrokit and Greenkit. Acrokit and I fell in as best friends almost instantly, and I ended up with a crush on him.
    "Then, at the ripe old age of five moons-ish, I left them one night, and made my way to DarkClan. I was still Ravenkit back then, but I became a trainee soon after. Ravenpaw. I... can't remember much else from around that time, apart from the fact that I was captured by our old enemy, the Samurai. They gave me this scar."     She turned her head to the right, exposing the long pink line made by a single claw, all those moons ago.
    "I was saved, and promoted soon after. Back and forth, up and down the DarkClan food chain I went, until I was captured one night. I still don't know who by. But, when I washed up on the beach soon after, I had no memory whatsoever. Even my name, my identity, had been stolen from me, even though I was told who I am upon returning to DarkClan." The brown tabby shuddered, shaking her head. "It was terrible. I lived the last few moons there, receeding into darkness and out again, before one day, I left."


    She left out the dream, and falling for Nightingale; that was personal. "I was a loner for a few weeks, living in the big city as an alley cat. I met Theodore, and Typewriter, and took out a group of rogues, before I went to SunClan. And here I am now." That was the short, watered-down version of her life story, anyway.


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    photek x iolana » single » based on raven » tactician medal
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]"that's it?" photek said bluntly, as if he expected more. "no boys in you life?" he said in a flamboyant tone. "i have to say, you life is not normal...yet not unique." he said in an arrogant tone. "i am disappointed." he said not looking at her. he was not overall disappointed in her, but he said that to make what his eyes might show. he felt horrid for not being there for her. what kind of a father is he? he would never be able to protect her, more like she protect him. she had to be saved from other cats. and what was he doing? wandering around with not a care in the world. photek felt shame and agner. he not directed these feeling to iolana. why didn't she find me before raven was born? i could have been there. photek huffed loudly and quikly flicked his eyesback to raven. [/justify]

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    The tabby frowned. "Apart from Iolana, all of the names I mentioned belonged to boys." She narrowed her eyes and flexed her claws into the soft dirt as Photek decided that he was disappointed in her, and stood up. "You?" she asked incredulously. "You are disappointed? You have no right!"



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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]photek looked at her, not with light hearted eyes. "Is that so?" He smirked, " then tell me, how I should not be disappointed. You do not seem to have respect for me, so then prove you point unto me more. Tell me how I've been a terrible father. That I was never there for you. How I am the disappointment." Photek's tone changed into a rage. He huffed and stormed off. Bewildered was how felt. Astounded by his lack of containment of emotions. He knew that he was not making any sense, but why? Why was is skills failing him?[/justify]

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    For a moment as her father stormed off, Raven simply stood there, muttering to herself in Spanish. There were some very uncomplimentary words towards males, to be sure. [b]"You left my mother before I was born, never even bothered to check that she was alive, and I [i]apologise,"     her tone was dry and scathing as she swooped over in raven form, before turning back into a cat. "For being the only surviving kit that had to look for you, because mum wanted to see that you hadn't gotten your ass kicked to the Underworld yet."


    [sorry for the late reply]


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    photek x iolana » it's complicated » based on raven » mentor to lacey
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]"she never told me!" he whipped around. "i never knew about you, so don't give me that attitude. for lord's sake you don't know everything you think you do." he growled. [/justify]

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    [size=20pt][font=georgia][i]raven stone.

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    [b]"So why did you leave?"     Raven replied, seeming to not respond to her father's anger. Not in the way that she normally would, anyway; the illness had flared up again, leaving her blue eyes empty-looking.


    [hr][hr][align=center][sub]raven stone » sunclan chamberlain » seventeen moons » [abbr=shapeshifting (domestic {original}, wolf{main}, serval, raven, galah, snowferra), glow, flower prints, telepathy]4 powers[/abbr]
    photek x iolana » it's complicated » based on raven » mentor to lacey
    attack in black » no kill && ask for capture [color=black]»     difficult opponent
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    #ravenquills

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#5C4342; bordercolor: 1px solid #FBE691;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 214px; margin-right: -175px; margin-left: 75px; opacity: 0.70][justify]"i wasn't the one who left." He said with a bitter edge. [/justify]

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    [size=50pt]photek.[/size]
    ©c h u r c h .

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