the sanity of your mother ++ open, nightmare

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    [ APPRENTICE of TIDALCLAN ★ MtF TRANSGENDER ★ attack in #8CDD81 ]
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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: dotum; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; width: 300px; margin-top: -10px;][justify]chocolatepaw hid in the bushes, his minty-green eyes narrowing as he watched his mother lead his younger siblings towards the waterfall. he didn't trust her at all - his father may be dimwitted, but he was smart enough to know that she was suspicious.


    his father had slept with another, leading to the production of his young siblings. of course, his mother, a simple-minded female that went under the name betsy, forgave him and took the kits under her care. but chocolatepaw knew better. betsy had plans.


    he watched as she stopped at the edge of the falls, and picked up one of the kits in her jaws. and horror struck him as she flung it off the edge, one by one, each kit was thrown off to their demise. except for one.


    he flung himself at her, knocking betsy off the edge herself, panting. the surviving kit let out a cry, and in a suicidal move, followed her down in an act of faith. he let out a cry of pain, feeling himself start to shake.


    chocolatepaw awoke early that morning, panting. she couldn't remember much about her past - was that part of her past? she prayed not.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 300px; margin-top: -10px;]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:140px; margin-left: -7pt; overflow:auto;][justify][size=7pt]He had just heard a cry of fear. His long ears perking, he immediately followed the source of noise. It was only natural, after all, for him to react to cries of pain and fear. Which was one of the few thing that set him apart from his old BloodClanners. "Is something wrong?" he called out, blindly looking around. Goddamn territory. He hated moving around. "Is something scaring you?"

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    Pastel had already been awake at that time, wandering the nearly empty halls of the mall. The most peaceful time in the clan was about now, when many had yet to wake. That and when much of her clanmates had already gone to sleep. Those were her favorite times. Though, today she caught the faint sound of someone talking a distance away. Her paws began to trail after it before she even knew she was moving.


    [color=#00EE89]"Do y-you want something to calm y-you down?" Pastelpalette inquired quietly. She was sure she still had some thyme in her herb patch she hid under her scarf.



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    Snow knew this girl, sort of.. He had met her when she joined and once again she made him frown. "You okay, kiddo?" The alabaster serval asked.

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    With an almost nonexistent nod, Pastelpalette began to dig through the small pouch until she came across what she was looking for her. Gently, she push a few small leaves towards Chocolatepaw. [color=#00EE89]"Chew o-on these for a bit. I-It's thyme. They'll help but they might taste a-a bit bitter,"     she warned softly.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; font-size: 9pt;][justify]The young woman simply moved in beside Chocolate, aiming to press herself against the other apprentice in a comforting way. Hopefully it would calm her down a bit, as she still seemed a bit shaken up.