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    However, Ashenkit guessed that he would no longer have the -kit suffix on his name. What was the next one? He wasn't so sure. He knew that by now he wasn't the best at focusing and learning, and he felt a sad, pulling sensation in his gut that said, "You should know this." He didn't know how to feel about that. Ambivalence was a common emotion that Ashen experienced, and in fact, he was ambivalent about that.




    The 6-month-old seated himself in the center of camp, his yellow-hued eyes staring down anyone who looked at him. He was definitely an odd duck, but he tried not to focus on that. He knew that he was strange, but knowing was always going to be half the battle. With a large, theatrical sigh, Ashenkit flopped over on his back and pretended to be dead. Oh, well. [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: #d2d2d2]All-nighters generally weren’t fun, as Polarispride knew from experience; he’d pulled plenty of his own, both accidental and otherwise, and he had always regretted it later. Sure, he’d had some interesting adventures late at night, but the day after had never failed to be anything short of miserable. Then again, that could have been just because he was Polaris.


    Regardless, he’d slept well enough last night to be capable of functioning properly – as well as he could, anyway. This made him no less confused to see Ashenkit feigning death in the middle of WindClan’s camp. For a second, the Siamese almost fell for it; he spent the next few moments avoiding eye contact out of shame. Of course the kit wasn’t dead. Nobody just dropped dead like that, especially if they were still clearly breathing, stars. Maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep after all. ”…Uh. Y-you okay?”
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    [color=#5c7180]info - tags - powers - bodies - injuries - [abbr=npc x npc, adopted by legacy brides ★ bisexual panromantic ★ engaged to kenshi ★ mentoring alaska ★ tag #polariswc]other[/abbr][/size]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:white solid 1px; background: url(http://www.luvimages.com/luvph…/beautiful_space-3687.jpg); background-size: 100%; height: 100px; width: 373px; background-position: center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: Georgia; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px beige; font-size: 25pt; margin-top: 80px; margin-left: -31px; color: white; letter-spacing: 1pt]DEAR DUMB DIARY...[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 405px; font-family: nayla; text-align: justify; margin-top: -2pt; font-size: 9pt; color: white]If it weren't for Huck yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs, I wouldn't had fall for the fact that Ashenkit was simply laying on the ground with his eyes closing like if he was sleeping. Not dead to be exact. Since he did, I swore someone was like really injured and I rushed my way over to where the yelling was located. At the sight of the six month old male who was laying on the ground, I quickly padded up close to him and immediately observed his appearance for any injuries he had. Nothing. I frowned as I attempted to check Ashenkit's pulse and noticing it was still pumping, I realized he was "pretending" to be dead and took a step back and narrowed my bicoloured eyes at Huck then at the honourguard while I was slightly trembling in fact that I was actually really scared that someone could be seriously hurt. It was just a false alarm. God, this was my first time experiencing one and never was I scared so much over someone yelling like if someone was really going to die in under ten seconds. I really thought someone was heavily injured. What was this, a sickening prank? [b] "He's fine, Huck. He's just... resting." I explained rather in a sharp tone and couldn't resist but to act so harsh on someone who may was well couldn't tell the different of being actually in pain with no injuries or really was. But this was some scary shit I just had to go through. This was like a boy who cried wolf for goodness sake.[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 405px; font-family: nayla; text-align: center; margin-top: -3pt; margin-left: -15pt; font-size: 9pt; color: white]©: Wolfrry

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px transparent; width: 460px; height:; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 1px solid #000000; margin-top: +0px; color: black; font-family: playbill; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]The dog's flailing and hysteric yells died down when Rhys spoke and he took another moment to assess what the other had to say before shutting up completely. So, he wasn't dying? Phew! Well, hopefully he was okay at least! A bit of worry on his face, the kid slowly approached being a bit ashamed of what he had just done without consulting a doctor to see if his sucipisions had been true about the poor guy. "I, uh, I sure am sorry, Rhys.", apologized the lad as he finally took a seat before the cat. Why he was acting like this anyways? Maybe he just wanted glory and fame for being "brought back to life" if ever he stirred from his "death" much like Huck's best friend had once done.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"What's going on?" inquired the tall tom as he padded over, whiskers twitching ever so slightly. Chervilpaw sat down beside his Clanmates and allowed his pale green gaze to drift over to Ashenkit.