she's an american beauty || p, silverlace

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    [font=arial][color=white][sub]The only advantage to being 5 months of age was that she could exit the castle without being nagged at for being too young and not having an escort, although she found it quite fun to sneak out when she wasn't supposed to, it was quite nice to have freedom, and she couldn't wait to become an apprentice. However, following the incident with the falcon, leaving her tail beyond repair, she was too frightened to use her new found freedom to go out alone, birds were everywhere, and, as she found out the previous day, even a feather would sent her into panic mode. Lovekit sat on the inner ledge of a window in the castle, two different colored oculars staring out through the glass, watching her clanmates outside.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 334px; height: 134px; overflow: auto; color: silver; font-family: arial;][justify]Silverlace, being a fully fledged warrior along with being a shakai, could leave the castle whenever and how often she wished. This day, however, she choose to remain inside for an unknown reason. It wasn't a fear or lack of age that kept her in. Instead , it was more of a peculiar feeling that told her abandon the outside and come into the room that the jaguar was currently standing in. Her goldenbrown optics were immediatly fixed on the kitten sitting by the window. Her mind quickly registered the feline as Lovekit. This was the poor kitten that had been attacked by the falcon. Noting this, Silver determined that it would be best to announce her presence so she wouldn't risk spooking her. "Hello there, Lovekit," the shakai said softly.[/fancypost]
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    [font=arial][sub]The kitten's large ears would raise from their rested position and strain forward as her eardrums picked up words, uttered by a soft voice belonging to someone she was rather fond of, despite the fact that they had barely spoken. Silverlace. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her previously tensed muscles to relax, and turned to the Shakai. [color=pink]"Hello there!" she answered cheerfully, the corners of her mouth raising to accommodate a semi-genuine smile.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 334px; height: 134px; overflow: auto; color: silver; font-family: arial;][justify]Silver allowed a small smile to slip over her lips. Her aqua gaze traveled over Lovekit, and the jaguar was surprised to find the young kit so calm. If she had had a life threatening injury, she would be jumping at every sound. "How's your day going, Lovekit?" the shakai inquired, her question genuine.[/fancypost]
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