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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The child was determined to get it this time.


    His flank steadying in the air, the sand cushioning his pads so cozily, and his crystal gaze locked on the smooth, tan bark of the tree; Cottonkit prepared to try once again. If he was to be unsuccessful? He'd try in a couple more minutes, after figuring out precisely what he'd done wrong the previous time. This round, he'd easily realized his little paw's grip wasn't nearly as good as he'd hoped, and that was what made him go tumbling to the ground. Luckily, no injuries or even little bruises. But he would take just one more try before resting.


    Alabaster paws shot forward, ripe energy bursting him in a blur as he paused for a mere split moment and leaped with all the force musterable, fresh and clean silver claws like pine needles sprouting from their sheaths and injecting into the seemingly-polished bark of a palm tree. It was somewhat small, a youthful blossom of nature as he clambered up it best he could and tensed his claws into the smooth yet firm, tan bark, finding himself stiffly clinging onto the side of the young palm tree, a good distance up to where he couldn't easily get down but could still jump without consequence if needed.


    Of course, the concentration distracted him only for a few seconds from the objective; but when he realized it, a mellowly excited spark lit his crystalline gaze. [b]"I did it!" Cottonkit chirped, a smile spreading across his soft muzzle as his tail began to sway, alabaster body holding tightly onto the side of the tree with a joyous beam kindling his features, his head craning a bit to see how high he'd gotten. Pretty tall, compared to the two moon old's little form. To an adult? Maybe 3/4 length from an average grown cat's body. Who cared, though? He did it! He finally climbed up the tree! Normally, his claws would've sheathed on him, or he'd be scared away from the height he planned to go. He'd usually fall, or slip, or do something to make him forcefully restart-- But not now! Cottonkit climbed up the tree, and his was damn proud as he leaned out ever so slightly to gaze back at the ship, planning to tell his mother and father all about his prideful achievement.


    /so i get a muse burst and decide to spend it on cottonkit here <3


    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

  • [fancypost bgcolor=#4a2b0d bordercolor=transparent; height: 56px; width: 400px][color=#261C12][font=georgia]© funhouse.
    [font=georgia][size=35pt][color=#261C12]orange lily;[/size][/fancypost]
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    [size=10][color=#773e07][font=georgia][b]admiral; two years; d'medici family; pm to plot; no kill


    [justify][font=georgia][size=8][color=#773e07]This was where it got hard for Orange Lily. When her children made accomplishments and she didn't care, unlike how a mother was supposed to respond. Yes, she could give her children anything they wanted, but she could never touch them. Hug them. Help them in the ways a mother was supposed to help her sons and daughter. They were adoptive, yes, but the caracats would not know that. She supposed Cherry would have to be the loving parent. The Admiral nodded to Cottonkit, giving a small smile. "Good." She meowed, not as boasting with pride as most parents would be.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -.5px][sub]Hunting. He couldn't find the satisfaction in it, really. Perhaps the rush of the attack? No, Four much preferred fighting an opponent more worth his while. But he did have to eat so he would hunt, sure. The accomplishment that the kit radiated was evident and boastful. He disliked that.


    Watching from a distance, the tabby would silence, ears twitching.

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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]/he's actually climbing a tree xD


    Luckily for Four, Cottonkit wasn't planning on hunting any time before six months. That was when he would be a cadet, and become somewhat more violent in terms of any kind of training. Also fortunately for this case, he wasn't bragging; he wasn't planning on doing that.. Well.. Ever. Instead he was merely working up self esteem, accomplishing some small goals and keeping his pride inside, only bringing it up when it was actually nessecary. Speaking of which, Cottonkit's lovely sapphires blinked to the other side of him to find Orange Lily, his mother. Her simple, 'Good' was praise enough, and he ignited a smile for her before carefully hopping off, landing on the ground with some dust kicking up from the sand below him, having skidded somewhat.


    He turned his tiny alabaster body around to find Four, offering a sheepish smile.


    "[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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    [align=center][font=georgia][color=#280060][size=17pt]arella.[/size]
    [size=9pt][b]female
    8 months
    The Insignia & Navy Captain
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    strength {★★★★✩}
    speed {★★★★✩}
    stamina {★★★★✩}
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    TIRED OF TRYING[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 270px; height: 197px; margin-top: -275px; border-top: 2px solid #280060; border-left: 0px solid #0041C2; border-bottom: 2px solid #280060; border-right: 0px solid #0041C2; overflow: auto;][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia][color=#280060]
    This was Lily's kid, wasn't he? Yep, by the way he looked at her, Arella was pretty certain of that. "[b]Good job, kid.

    " Her voice perhaps did not hold pride, but it did hold a strong degree of encouragement. Perhaps to tell him that he would do even better next time. Perhaps to tell him that Lily would open up sooner or later. After all, why wouldn't she? Cottonkit was her son, and even if it took a long time, Lily would come around. Eyeing Four warily, the captain sat down nearby with a beatific smile.






















    #arellainsignia14
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