GLORY AND GORE GO HAND IN HAND [open]

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    Depression. Is this what it felt like? She wasn't sure, for the young femme had never experienced this type of feeling before. Maybe it was a different emotion or state of being, but it sure as hell didn't seem like it. The Noblelands were attacking, and Steamy had no kind of training for the battlefield. She didn't want to risk being severely injured like other people she had known. Even worse, if she entered that battle, she ran the risk of dying as well. She was only three moons, and she did not want to end her life here.


    Most of all though, her best friend had been captured by the enemy. Steamkit had learned of this not too long ago by an unknown NPC, and it quickly devastated her. She wasn't sure how Bridalkit was captured, or what was being done to her, but she could only assume the worst. Seeing as the Noblelands had had the bright idea to capture Noodle, too, she was sure that they would only bring pain and bloodshed. The sounds of the audible raid outside only supported her thoughts.


    Glaring at her paws in pure angst, she felt as if action needed to be taken. How many others knew of the kittens' disappearances? The question would most likely remain unanswered. Even the young tabby's optimism couldn't shine through at this time, and it was the first time since arriving that she felt horribly wrong. In all of this frustration, she yelled out, "What's wrong with the world?!"



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify]Rose's first meeting with Steamkit had left her with the impression that nothing could bring the young, naive tabby kitten down. She had bounded up as a pile of fur and energy, and although Rosetta found the questions somewhat annoying, she had amused Steamy and even felt some fondness for the kit. This pessimistic outburst? It wasn't something that Rose would think Steamy could express.


    "What's wrong?" the newcomer questioned as she walked over, a bit concerned for her Clanmate. What if she was possessed or something? That would be troubling.


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    [justify]The same question was about to escape Lavakit's jaws when she heard Rose beat her to the punch line. Instead of repeating the question, Ava simply sat down across from Steamkit and waited to hear the answer.
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    Steam didn't even realize what she said at first –– or the responses from Rose & Ava, for that matter. After about 5 seconds in the mini-oblivious stage, she snapped back to reality and felt slightly embarrassed about what she had yelled out. "It's just... the captures are getting to me. Fairly badly, to be honest. I want to storm into the Noblelands right now and just save them. But what can I do? I want to do something, obviously, but how much longer must we wait?" As she finished, she continued to stare at her paws, trying her hardest to refuse the horrid reality.



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    [justify]The kitten knew exactly how Steamkit felt, she had been outraged by her sister's capture and had almost stormed their camp herself. Of course, that only would have resulted in the capture of herself as well, which would have been useless to Bridalkit. "It's okay, Steam, we'll get them back." Ava murmured.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify]Ah, this was why Rosetta didn't let anyone get close to her. Why she didn't let herself get close to anyone. There was just too much risk of acting rashly, unleashing her thorns so they weren't covered by her gorgeous rose facade. The cream tabby she-cat cast a sympathetic glance towards the younger WindClanner. "We just need to trust Lilystar to make a decision. I'm sure they'll be alright," Rose reassured gently.


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    "Nothing is wrong with the world, it's a wonderful place," Mint purred, rolling on the soft grass and ruffling her fluffy golden brown fur in the process. It seemed like such a melodramatic question, the sensitive and intelligent kitten hated drama and fights. They were all meaningless.
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