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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]The tabby had since discovered that she wasn't all that interested in painting, nor was she a fanatic of knitting. No matter what she did, her hobby of crafting flower crowns always grew fresh on her ideas of what to do when in such situations of boredom as she was now. Thus, listless and torpid, Flowerpaw decided against further making flower crowns -- as two she'd recently finished lie nearby. One was her own, typically worn around but not lately, which consisted of the hues pearly white, fading purple, and pale green. The white was, beforehand, a pastel yellow but she'd since swapped it out for a change in taste.


    Not many knew this about her but, flat and simple, Flowerpaw was.. Girly. She liked pink and ribbons, had her entire heart as a soft spot for basically everything, made and wore flower crowns, and had those dreams every girly girl did about finding that special someone. It was subconsciously acknowledge that she was ladylike, very composed and clean, but not many had truly discovered she was flat out girly. Delicate.


    Maybe whoever stumbled across the bored, silver streaked tabby would see it. Wearing her typical flower crown and with a tidy pelt, fumbling between her paws with a fitting tiara she'd found and a bouquet of flowers next to her slender figure.


    / yes. i was so bored and listless that i decided to make a post all about how she was girly. no judge k xD

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    if they really knew,
    DAISUKE PRAELIUM
    how i felt about everything.


    [color=#3F5050]warrior -- solarclan -- tags


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    Did he have mental problems? Probably. Was he going to try to fix them? Nope. Reason? He thought others enjoyed him acting this way compared to everyone else. A frown always seemed to be plastered across his jaws, as he didn't even remember the last time he had smiled. It had been a while that was for sure, but what else was going to be done about the situation? No one could fix him. He would remain this way for the rest of his life. There was nothing else that could be done for him, as he wouldn't want to change back anyway. Living his entire life as a slave meant that he had gotten so used to the feeling, that he didn't do anything unless ordered. He didn't even remembered the last time he ate. Half the time he was only supposed to do tasks for his Master, which often lead to his punishment if he didn't do it well or quick enough. Being stuck in one room for more than over a year, it meant that he didn't even know what grass felt like. Well. He didn't really remember it at least. He was a terrible hunter, and terrible at fighting as well. There always seemed to be something terrible happening to him, and there was nothing that could be done about it. He was 23 moons! He should be acting more like an adult, but instead, he was constantly acting like a scared little kitten. Even kittens deserved more respect than he did that was for sure. The muscular male curled his tail tighter around his paws, and kept his mass lowered. Of course this put a lot of strain on his joints since he weighed so much, but there wasn't anything he was about to change about it. His dark brown spotted and stripped ears were pinned against his head as his sea green eyes simply stared at the ground. It was lucky that he raised his head because he would have ran straight into the apprentice if he hadn't stopped. Instantly stopping, his body language quickly became nervous and rigid at the same time as he lowered himself to the point of his belly touching the ground. He knew the female before him, but his mindset didn't change. "S-S-S-Sorry for d-d-d-disturbing y-you, M-m-m-iss F-F-F-lowerpaw."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Her somewhat focused gaze was snapped immediately out of it when the close voice made her jump in the slightest, an ear twitching and her olive oculars turning to rest upon Daisuke's. Every time she was alone, it seemed the world quite liked to have her either be crashed into or nearly so. Not that she ever got upset in the scenarios, of course, Flow easing out of her recently tensed state and turning her slinky frame to face Daisuke after placing the tiara on the flowers.


    Immediately, she assured gently, "No no, it's alright," After a few seconds, she glanced around herself subconsciously, as if assuring nothing had changed. Looking back to him, Flowerpaw inquired, "Where are you headed, dear?"


    ty c:
    you're the muse god tbh

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    if they really knew,
    DAISUKE PRAELIUM
    how i felt about everything.


    [color=#3F5050]warrior -- solarclan -- tags


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    He belonged in a pack. Well, at least that's what his roleplayer began to think at least. The way his body language worked meant that it would make him perfect at being an omega in a wolf pack of sorts. Being around others was enough to make himself timid to the point where his body would begin to shake. You could say that he had a over active flight and fight response in his bodies nervous system. Fight and Flight response was common in wild animals, as it made up the creatures mind whether to fight back, and run away. However, with his current mind, Daisuke knew that only running away would end up getting himself hurt quite a bit. He remembered one time where he tried to sneak away, as adrenaline passed through his muscles, which earned him nearly getting killed with a blade, or a dagger of sorts. He never knew what it felt like to be appreciated, what it felt like to have happiness, or any of those things. Did he mind it? It almost felt like he didn't, because it was so natural for him that he didn't really notice anymore. It was simple instinct in his life now, and he had been forged by his Master, and his brain would probably never forget it either. As Flowerpaw spoke, he almost looked like he wanted to dissolve into the ground as his unusually long tail curled around his back leg, as if that would help support him. He couldn't exactly say that he was going hunting, because he didn't know how, or go find someone to talk to, because that was probably never the case anyway. A gulp emitted from his throat as his sea green gaze flickered back and forth, avoiding the silver tabby as he spoke. "I-I-I-I'm l-looking for a p-p-place to k-k-k-k-k-eep warm..." The over sized and musclar bengal muttered under his breath, although it was easily heard to Flowerpaw since she was practically right next to him. He had thin fur, even for his species, which meant that he easily got cold with as much muscle as he had. But considering he hadn't been ordered to eat since he got to Solarclan, he hadn't, so some of his ribs were beginning to stick out from the lack of nutrition.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Looking at him, he was strung on such a high thread with such a thin string, it was almost painful to see. Whether it was curable or not, she didn't know, nor was Flow aware of whether or not she would ever be able to help him through his anxiety. What she did know, however, was that this wasn't something that could ever possibly aid him in physical survival in the violent world that was slowly stacking up it's weapons as powers and mutations. If this adjustment he had faced for such a long while was going to do anything, it was going to drag him down. Daisuke was truly the definition of oppressed, in his condition.


    Although Flow probably would not yet take recognition to his poorly fed state, only if it became obvious in the slightest or his stomach told the story, she did listen as he stammered his reasoning. Giving a soft nod and casting a thoughtful glance out at the frosty season, she began to quietly run down all the rooms she'd found and which one would have been the most cozy and toasty. After a moment, it occurred to her. Flow had been staying in a room of the school that was quite comfortable, and that thought remained as she turned back to the tom.


    "There's a warm art room I found, if you'd like me to take you there," Flowerpaw would proceed to offer, gesturing a bit behind her as there were stairs structured in the building leading there. Additionally, she told him, "It's got blankets and things." For the extra information along purposes of later use, in case the covers ever came in handy, as they possibly could now.


    if you could, i'd love to read it <3

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    if they really knew,
    DAISUKE PRAELIUM
    how i felt about everything.


    [color=#3F5050]warrior -- solarclan -- tags


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    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1878434.0 ^.^]


    His Master had done many terrible things to him, but it wasn't about he was going to betray such a creature because what if his master found him again and saw what he was doing? Exactly. A small shiver ran through the males thin frame. Usually, his body would be rippling with large muscles and nothing else, but since he hadn't eaten, it was almost as if his body was eating itself. He was just glad that his stomach hadn't growled in front of the female because she would probably tell him to go hunting, and he would forced to go against the freezing cold climate. There was a time he remembered a while ago during the winter season that his Master forced him to go searching for someone in the middle of a blizzard. Now that hadn't been a good time either for him, but he was a lot more fit then than what he was feeling at this very moment, so he had a better chance of survival. He easily remembered the blood that poured from his numb paws as each step he took, yet, he never gave up, and kept on going. He had a order from his Master, and would therefore do it without fail, because his punishment would probably be far worse than simply walking in the blizzard. However, the weather slowly got worse to the point where he couldn't walk another step to to the area in front of him being far too clouded. He couldn't even hold his paw out in front of him and be able to see it either. His speckled ears were pinned against his large head as he lashed his unusually large tail. His fur had been thick then, so he didn't have to worry about freezing to death all that quickly. But each creature could reach their limit, and probably quite fast at that. He had been able to find the missing member, which just so happened to be another slave like he was. But this one was a female, and was used for.... different reasons than he was. Grabbing the scruff of the lilac tabby, he draped her over his back, which was able to hold her up even with his fading strength. It took him several minutes to travel back to the building, in which his condition continued to become worse and worse before finally his body couldn't move anymore. He collapsed just a little bit outside of the building, his body slowly becoming colder by the minute. If there hadn't been another slave disposing of corpses, Daisuke would have died there in the snow, which would have been a horrible way to die. Even after a couple days, his paws were heavily scarred and he was forced to walk on them, opening up the scabs several times. At this point in his life, he no longer felt any pain like most creatures did, unless it was something as severe as a broken bone. The bengal also realized that he would never be able to talk himself out of his punishments. At Flowrepaws words though, he snuck a glance at the silver tabby before looking around. "O-O-O-Only i-if you w-wish for m-m-me to be a-a-a-able to u-u-u-u-use them." The over sized male stuttered as he cowered in front of the smaller female.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Flow had led a normal life, and, though Tiddly wouldn't go into detail, she was a long-story-short housepet until five months, when she'd ran away, and had joined Solarclan at her current age; nine months. Never before in her life had she had friends before making the decision she was interested in having any, and she hadn't ever even considered a family. Aside from children and a husband, of course, but she doubted such a dream would ever come true. Perhaps she'd adopt? Sooner or later, maybe, otherwise admittedly unlikely.


    The world she'd seen was at the state that, in the wild, you weren't there to make friends. You were there to survive, because there were plenty of clans to go to at any time, and instead you remained away from them. Barren, and lost in a world of others the same as you, harsher and making you just as cruel as them. That's why Flowerpaw found her way to Solarclan before she slipped into the violence everyone else seemed to have outside of their clan.


    "Of course you can use them, darling, that's what they're there for." Flow structured her assurance, feeling the urge to lift his chin to see his eyes, something that was apparently rare. He never did seem to look anyone in the face, his gaze giving the impression of being too antsy to really stay in one spot. Sooner or later, she'd find out what happened, surely; but it was a little too soon to bring up a topic like that. Especially since her history was nothing but the simplest, despite life being constantly intricate no matter what you did.


    holy mother of hawks
    i'm bookmarking that
    so i can read it without stopping
    flosuke