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    Her rat-like tail swished behind her as she rolled onto her side, the calloused skin scraping softly across the white metal. Her jaw moved in a faint yet timely fashion as she chewed on the dead skin inside her cheek. The rusty-coin flavor of her peeling skin flooded her mouth, but she preferred that taste over the taste of her rancid morning breath. She gave a huff of frustration and rolled back onto her other side. It was impossible to properly sun yourself this early in the morning. Though the first fingers of dawn were spreading through the sky, the stars were still out and the desert moon shone defiantly over the jagged rocks that dotted the landscape. Finally, after a few more moments of useless flipping and flopping, a very frustrated she-cat jumped off her elegant perch on one of the dead starbeast's wings. She gave a short hiss of displeasure as her joints popped when she landed, but otherwise said nothing. She simply rubbed the sleep out of her luminous yellow eye with a gnarled, hairless paw and strode over to the blackpool. She leaned over it and tried to decipher a reflection out of the oily mess, making a point to ignore the wakening signs of life around her.

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    ah, what a wonderful morning! the sun wasn't really shining at all, the air smelt like rotten eggs and bleach, buzzards were doing whatever the hell they do, and best of all, calliphora couldn't find her treasured scarf anywhere.


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    i hope you've guessed i'm being sarcastic. the day was shaping up to be a pretty terrible one in the elite's eyes, all thanks to her missing scarf. all that other stuff was normal life for cally. but that freaking scarf. she'd had it ever since she was a larvae, and had never let it out of her sight. ever. but of course, the one day she takes it off so she could patch up a few holes, she loses it. the chocolate fae had searched high, and she had searched low. low and high, high and low. BUT SHE STILL COULDN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE.


    she'd spent at least a half-hour looking, before her stomach interrupted her search. a growl that most would assume could only emit from some sort of mythical being had just decided to make itself at home in cally's abdomen, demanding food so loudly that it almost hurt. almost. hunger pangs were never a thing with her for some strange reason. letting out a defeated sigh, she made her way down to wherever breakfast was kept, and pulled away a lizard, before going outside to the blackpool. buzzards were never her favorite morning food. even though it constantly reeked of death and poison, cally had a bit of a soft spot for the place. she made sure to not get too close to the shore, though. you touch that stuff, and you're as good as gone.


    bending down to take a bite, her peachy optics caught a flicker of movement nearby. she sat back up, and glanced around nervously, worried it'd be a buzzard that thought calliphora might make a good meal. it wasn't. "morning mother! did you sleep okay? you want some of my lizard?" she greeted chirpily, not noticing at all that the matriarch was in a bad mood.
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    [align=center][color=lightgreen]Dear Starbeasts. Why? WHY?! Mother had to suppress a nasty grimace. Anyone who sounded as nice or as cheerful as Calli in the morning deserved to be socked in the face. But the Matriarch had standards to uphold, so after a moment of mulling over what Calli said, she turned to the she-cat and said in the sweetest voice she could muster at the moment, "No darling, I'm quite alright. Enjoy your breakfast so we can start the day." In reality, Mother wasn't quite sure if she should eat anymore since she died every week or so due to her... condition. Then she'd come back with nothing more than a bit of joint pain and a hollow feeling. The feeling would remain until she filled up again using her own rather unconventional methods.


    Her cataract covered eye attempted to blink in sync with her more normal looking eye, but just ended up wrinkling the paper-thin skin over it for a second. Mother resisted the temptation to rub it. Now that she thought of it, something about Calliphora looked a bit different though she couldn't quite place what exactly it was. The Matriarch was always bad at keeping up with things like that. "Sweetie, have you done something different with your fur?" she finally asked. "You don't really look like yourself."

    The morning hadn't gotten off to a good start for the OCD tabby, either. She had woken up and her fur was a mess, then after spending a half an hour cleaning that, she had to spend another half an hour because one of the larvae had run around in her stores and ruined her perfect organization. How annoying! She spent another half an hour organizing that. Then she decided to come outside, and after casting an untrusting glance towards Calliphora, she smiled at Mother and came over..


    "Good morning, Mother. How are you feeling today?" she would ask in her sweet little voice.

    [align=center][color=lightgreen]Mother's ragged ears flicked back as yet another voice met them, though this one she was slightly less reluctant to answer. Slightly. "I'm feeling my usual, dearest." Which mean joint pain, back pain, a mucus covered exposed nostril, and a slight burning sensation over half her body. But admitting that much would break the illusion, no? As far as the others should know she felt perfect, acted perfect, and was perfect. Pretty on the inside, as many would say. Her half-calloused gaze flicked back and forth between Calli and Fidelia, as if it was deciding who to pay more attention to. After a moment it chose neither, instead resting on the dimly lit horizon. "I hope the morning patrols are preparing. I get quite disappointed in them when they're not up and about before the sun rises," she stated simply, though whether it was a hidden suggestion or a voiced thought could not be deciphered from her tone. "One of your brothers brought back the body of one of those heathen-bloods just the other day, so I'm worried that they might be getting bolder. They need to learn to keep their snotty rumps out of my-" Mother halted for a mere nanosecond, then corrected herself. "-our home. And away from my children, for that matter."

    [font=georgia]"Well, please make sure you tell me if anything begins to act up," the faithful tabby mewed dutifully, eyes flitting in an almost paranoid way towards Calliphora as if she were going to attack her before returning to Mother. "I am very thankful that you are thinking of us, Mother. Hopefully that was just an outlier and we will be safe where we are."

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    the minute mother mentioned it, cally's paw went to where her scarf normally was, her usual reaction when she was embarrased. "oh, i um, lost my- HEY LOOK IT'S FIDELIA!" thank you, starbeasts! well and truly, the chocolate femme didn't really want to talk over her missing stuff with mother. she knew how busy she was all the time, and even though she wouldn't ever mention this, she was pretty sure the matriarch would forget about it within the hour.


    turning to fidelia, she gave her a wide grin. "morning! did you sleep well?" not waiting for an answer, she flicked her gaze back to mother, giving a nod. "i'll go check on them soon. they're probably just not wanting to get out of bed or something." of course, with the promatriarch still asleep or whatever, it was actually cally's duty to get people organized, so she'd better get on that. until then, though, she was just gonna enjoy the morning and her lack of a scarf. oopsie, she'd just thought of it again. wow, today was shaping up to be crap.


    the next thing that came out of mother's mouth perked her right up, luckily. "ooooh, really? has the body been chucked away yet, or can i still go check it-" maybe this wasn't the best way to approach the subject. "uhhm, i mean, it was probably a loner or something. and if it wasn't, we're plenty strong enough to take out whatever group thinks they can get all up in our shit."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 340px;][justify][font=trebuchet ms]Well, wasn't every day kind of shitty when you lived somewhere like this? Maybe for most creatures, but for Bre, it was where he belonged. Unlike the others, he got up that day feeling just fine. Nothing was really wrong for him at the moment. He hadn't lost a precious object, or even been tormented by any pupae or larvae yet. Most of them probably knew better, and if they didn't, then they would learn he wasn't one for shenanigans. Simple as that.


    As he made his way down to retrieve some sort of breakfast substance - some weird lizard with two heads, it had probably been mutated by some radioactive fumes - he spotted some sort of little social gathering. Fidelia, Calliphora, and Mother herself. Maybe he should go and check in on things.


    Holding the mutated lizard by its tail in his jaws, the half-blind tabby trotted over and sat down. "Morning Mother, Fidelia, Calliphora," he rumbled, taking care to address Mother first with a dip of his head. He doubted she would take very kindly to being addressed last. He didn't bother asking them how they were because he could see pretty well. "Would you like me to make sure a morning patrol has been sent out, Mother?" he offered with a raise of one feline eyebrow before turning his attention Cally's way. "Lost your scarf, eh?" Well, too bad for her then. It was probably better not to get attached to inanimate objects.

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    Oh gosh, Fidelia thought as Calliphora used her as a distraction. "Fine, thank you," she mewed curtly, keeping a little more towards Mother. She nodded towards Bre, her green eyes focused on something that must have been interesting near her paws.    [/fancypost]


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    The annoying jabber of clan mates jaws jerked a certain tomcat from his deep slumber, pushing open fiery aqua optics and widening white-dipped jaws into a massive yawn. What were they doing, up at such un-earthly hours? Another moan escaped the lanky feline's maw before he finally gave up and unraveled his slender appendages, shaking the prickly sleepiness of them away as he did so. Once he had risen to his full height, the light-pelted creature made his way carefully down from his den and headed towards the loudly conversing felines whom which were the blame for his awakening.


    "Good morning," came his soft, slurred greeting accompanied by a slight dip of his bony head to Mother and the other cats. Atrxo wasn't one for pointless chatter, so he stood silently at the side of the group, listening in on their rushed words but not returning his opinion on the matters commented on in their discussions.





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    the lovely serval groaned as she stretched, hearing the successful pop of her bones cracking. sighing, she looked at the small group of allies in front of her. surely the rest are still asleep, lucky that mother wasn't going to snap at them to wake up... yet.


    she felt her stomach empty, but her mind switched on to say that she wasn't hungry. she sat down, flicking her pierced ear with a form of annoyance. she couldn't help it, she was always cranky in the morning, but always showed it differently in dialect. hazel optics scanning around, she huffed and muttered under her breath,


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    Axtro inwardly agreed, and maybe even found amusing, the serval's whispered comment. But as usual, his stony extorior remained blank and expressionless, showing none of what he was thinking to his clan mates. Inwardly, gears spinned in his head like a giant machine, and his thoughts were always swirling around. Outwardly, nothing.





    [align=center][color=lightgreen]"I'm afraid not, dear. Since no one could tell where that vermin was from, the body was ground up into nutrient paste for the prisoners." Mother suddenly looked unsure. "Or was it chucked into the canyon? ...No, I think it was used as buzzard bait." The matriarch was silent for a moment or two until she realized that she had just voiced her uncertainty. She quickly waved Calliphora off with a paw. "Such matters are beneath me, so I rarely get involved in cleanup duty!" she said a little bit too fast.


    And yes, pookykins," she mewed while turning to Bre, apparently happy to change the subject. "You have my permission to beat their lazy butts with a stick if they aren't leaving yet." Oh wait, she was supposed to be the gently mother. "But don't get carried away."


    Mother smiled crookedly (you can't smile properly with dead flesh growing all over one side of your face, you know) and turned towards Dulcet. "I slept like a baby, dearest! It's only boring because its the morning. Things will pick up when the buzzards start circling."


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    Axtro's lips pulled back into a toothy grin at Mother's mention of the vulchures. In a strange sort of way, he was quite fond of the hideous creatures. They pricked at his curiosity about the world and taught him that there were other things out there. Things besides cats. Things that perhaps they were being hidden from.
    But of course, he never voiced these doubts. To announce openly that he thought they were being kept away from the world would be to publicly betray they ways of not only Mother, but the Cluster as a whole. And he wouldn't dare do that, no matter what he thought.



    [size=9pt]dulcet chuckled. "that's very true mother, very true!" the serval shifted in a bit, boredom once again taking place. this time she couldn't hold it back. "[b]okay, who wants to do something fun? obviously the others are still asleep like if they've been drugged or something. anyone have ideas?[b]" she spoke her mind out, hazel eyes sweeping over the others with some spark of excitement.


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    [align=center][color=lightgreen]Mother frowned slightly. There really wasn't much "fun" things she could do given the fact that her skin was as delicate as a flower petal and her bones could easily snap like twigs. Very crusty and wrinkly petals and twigs, that is. She'd never admit as much, though. "Excellent idea..." FUDGE WHAT WAS HER NAME. "...Dear. Well, right now we might as well have rocks in our paws. How about you all get your blood flowing with some two-on-two sparring? After all, I haven't seen any of you fight since you were a little pupae. I'd love to see how far my children have come."

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    I opened my eyes,
    Last night
    And saw you in the low light
    Walking down by the bay,
    On the shore,
    Staring up at the stars that aren't there anymore...


    I was feeling the night,
    Grow old,
    And you were looking so cold
    So like an introvert,
    I drew my over shirt,
    Around my arms and began to shiver violently before...



    [font=segoe print].:IC:.



    [i]...You happen to look,
    And see,
    The tunnels all around me,
    Running into the dark,
    Underground,
    All the subways around create a great sound
    To my motion fatigue,
    Farewell,
    With your ear to a seashell
    You can hear the waves,
    In underwater caves,
    As if you actually were inside a saltwater ro[color=#efdaa0]o    [color=#efdaa0]m


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    Axtro perked up slightly at the idea of a fight, his sea-colored eyes brightening slightly. He loved a good spar. A good way to get a rush of adrenaline without doing something dangerous. Though he LIKED dangerous things, he had been advised more than once to stay away from them.
    Smart cat that told him that.
    He was gonna end up dead if he wasn't careful.


    "I will spar anyone willing," Axie said in his whispy voice. When ever he spoke, it sounded like he was drunk. He wasn't, that was just his voice, but it certainly did seem like he was to the others.