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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]Cottonkit wasn't sure how to feel. Trotting along, back and forth and only deepening his steps in the sand, the little alabaster form was pacing. Too much was happening. But firstly; His poor mommy! What happened to her? She wouldn't move, nor speak to him. Cottonkit was truly too young to understand. With a confused huff, he dropped it, swerving around to pace the other direction as he had been doing for a full ten minutes. Whew, quite the exercise. But second of all; Who was that scary lady he'd continue to see? With a knife, dominating weird-smelling fellows? Cottonkit didn't mind the concept of capture, surprisingly; He was merely curious as to who, oblivious to him, the fem named 'Luciana' was. So far, he'd noted she was quite frightening.


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


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    To be honest, Luciana didn't care much about the takeover. When the time was right, they'd strike with the perfect plan or whatever, but for now she planned to just get on with life and try not to be hated by the kid that took over. Besides, rebelling could get Orange Lily injured, and she didn't really want that, especially since it probably wouldn't ultimately work if it wasn't well planned. Nah, she'd be waiting on the sidelines until everybody else had a plan for it. If they didn't come up with one after too long, then she'd just drive a knife through the kid's throat and see how well he could lead a Clan and keep a hold on Orange Lily through telepathy then.


    Ah, good, she was striking fear into the hearts of young ones. That was always nice. Sometimes she felt as though she was being viewed as quite soft in some cases, and she didn't want that. She was a sadist, a knife-thrower, and generally not a very nice cat. To be considered anything less was like an insult to her in many ways. There was the rare exception where she didn't want to be considered so villainous, but usually she would prefer to be seen as a darker cat than some did see her as.


    Padding along, she spotted the young male pacing. Mm... he was Lily's kit, right? Yeah, he was probably worried about her. Figuring she could talk to him and perhaps assure him that she'd be okay soon or something, she trotted over, knife making a soft metallic 'clink' sound in her belt, though she couldn't tell. "Ciao kid. I never got-a your name."




    //hoLY MUSE BURST <333
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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]Cottonkit certainly heard the clicking of the blade, his sensitive ears swiveling with fright and a swear being made that his heart positively dismissed a beat to make way for the sound. Naturally, he halted, but it was more as a pause as his tiny alabaster paws shifted with an aching throb, craving the motion that sent him back and forth around the beach to feed away a bit of the urge of pacing once again. Yet he held still, dropping into an exhausted seat, though the exasperation slithering along his heart was invisible, cloaked by the adorable, frosty body.


    Cotty turned his head and gave a, somewhat soft, sneeze, before gazing back up at Luciana. Her speech sounded.. Muffled, yet audible? Like she had quite a stuffy nose. But Cottonkit wouldn't question it; He was constantly sneezing himself, and it'd grown to be a natural thing to be sick for him. Also, for the speech of this venomous calico, he noticed the way she'd spoken, though little Cotty couldn't detect the specific language. He was only two moons.


    [b]"Hello," Cotty chirruped in a friendly manner. "I'm Cottonkit."
    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking.    " [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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