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    Cottonkit was an innocent little fellow, surely. The little alabaster tomkit was gently placing one paw in front of the other, approaching the ship before a glint sparked the edge of his vision, tossing his crystal orbs that way curiously. It wasn't even a moment before he set off in just that direction, interest easy to gather in the palms of the beach when ordinary days halted to a pause.


    But what Cotty had obliviously crossed wasn't anything he was planning to, a frown smearing his handsome features. The leathery brown handle and pure blade sparkling in front of it, washed up on the beach and the handle drenched, Cottonkit wasn't happy with this. What if his brother got a hold of it? What if some innocent blind fellow came across it, slicing up their paws? Hmm?


    So he, as careful as the two moon old had even been, lowered his head and lifted it by the handle in his jaws, trotting back to the ship. The fresh saltwater dribbled from the tip of the blade as he strode forward in a, somewhat hurried yet cautious, trot back to the ship.
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    "oho, what do you have there?" cherry inquired as he padded over towards cottonkit, moving at the same pace as his son was. cottonkit was carrying a blade? what an unusual sight that was. he wasn't thinking of becoming the next luciana, was he?
    #cherryblodinsignia14


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    Hmph, Luci had lost a knife to the ocean a while ago, which was one of the few reasons why she despised birds. It was also the moment when she'd become a bit more protective of her knives. Now she only had one left, which she was constantly displeased about.


    Padding forward, the girl stared at the knife for a moment, hope flaring within her before she quickly pushed it down. Hope was for suckers. And pfft, the next Luciana? She wasn't giving up her position as knife-throwing sadist any time soon. Anyway, she blinked at Cottonkit before mewing lightly, "Cool knife."
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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]/omg what if it was luciana's knife


    Cottonkit, easing down his head to release it and drop it to the sand, relifted his snowy head to gaze up at the two. [b]"A knife," Cotty glanced down at the thing with distaste, ears perked to listen to Luciana's words. He flicked an ear, and.. Hmm? Cotty's crystal gaze glanced back up to Luciana, and he shook his head slightly. "I don't want it though." Numerous reasons danced through his words. Cottonkit wasn't nearly violent, more a gentleman as his father was (or seemed to be), and couldn't even hardly use a knife. Hmmph, it was likely he'd give it away.
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    male • Insignia • cub • easy • tiger


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    IC: The cub said nothing, remaining silent as he approached the others. Lashing his tail, he perched himself beside the little group, eyeing them suspiciously. He was sizing them up, just in case they'd turn on him.... Shaking his head in a futile attempt to clear his mind, he turned back to the fellow kit, shifting from his left forepaw to his right.
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    Didn't want it? Blinking in surprise, she complained, "How can you not want a knife?! Especially one as pristine and pretty as that one." Geez, some people had absolutely no tastes. Couldn't they recognise a good knife when they saw one? Clearly not. Apparently they didn't quite understand how glorious knives were, nor what a lovely specimen that one was. "Where'd ya get it anyway?"



    //omg should it be??
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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]/yES it's up to you xDD
    how dare you crownedangel xD


    Cottonkit listened, still unlikely to seek interest in such a weapon, even with the complaints given as the kitten glanced down at the knife. Err.. No. [b]"It washed up on the shore." Cotty told him, eyeing the soaked, accessible danger.


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    Anduril joined in the party, ears pricked with intrest. "Oh, I found one a few days ago!" She meowed. She was emensly proud of her knife,even though at the moment it sat unused in her room since every time she picked it up she threatened to fall over under the weight. "Congradulations" Anduril purred. That meant you were on your way to being a fighter, right? The words that he didn't want it couldn't register in her mind, since she couldn't imagine wanting to be anything but a fighter. Reyna had instrests in being a healer, and though Anduril could give her friend support she was far from understanding what anyone saw in that.


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    Washed up on the the shore? Blinking, she took a step forward to peer more closely at the knife. The curve of the blood, the shade of the handle... eyes widening, she let out a small squeak of, "Then c-can I have it? Pl...please?" That was her knife! Her beautiful, precious knife that she'd lost to the dangerous depths of the ocean what seemed like ages ago. Joy glimmered in her crimson optic, overly pleased to see the blade again. Her baby!
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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]Huh? Cottonkit wore a confused expression, nodding a couple times and awkwardly scooting the knife to him with his paw. Why did.. Meh, it didn't matter. Cotty was more than happy to give the weapon away, and the overjoyed calico seemed quite.. In need of the thing. Maybe she had found some rabbit or something she really wanted to stab.


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    Yes! Watching as it was moved towards her, she took it and hugged it close, rolling onto her back with a happy squeal. Okay, she was cutting her shoulder a tiny bit, but it didn't matter. She'd get Cherry to fix that later or whatever. This was a glorious reunion. Besides, her knife was probably just disappointed that she hadn't been able to get it back sooner. She'd taught it to stab things when she was annoyed, after all. You know, this would be a really adorable scene if it was a teddy bear or something and not a sharp knife. But hey, everybody likes their own things, and Luci loved her knives like they were her babies.
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    Don't let your voice die...


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    "Aaah! Who gave Luci a knife?" Feliciano pouted slightly. Gosh, stupid no good violent knives. Amber orbs blinked in confusion.
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    [size=12][font=century gothic][color=green]...Don't make the same mistake I did.

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    Letting out a happy squeak, she looked up at Feli, seeing him upside-down from where she lay cuddling her knife. "I-it's the one th-at fell i-in the oshun!" Her speech was a little messed up, but it was just in her excitement. Geez, some of these cats had probably never actually seen Luci this happy. But it wasn't every day she got one of her precious knives back, and she was so damn joyful over it. Leaning forward, she planted a kiss on the flat edge of the blade, murmuring, "Oh fuck, I m-issed you s-so much my b-baby, I'm n-ever leaving y-you again, shhhh." Never get between a knife-thrower and her knife.
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    oh, luci had a knife, luci and knives always ended well. at least cotton hadn't given it to sinbad then luci would probably have no eyes. if it dropped in the ocean then why didn't he swim down and get it unless it was fifteen feet down or something. or she was afraid of water. that would be funny, "hi." she greeted looking from the knife to luci.
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