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    Well, those memories had slipped away fast.


    This was a barn, and all of these creatures were living in it- that wasn't hard to comprehend- but how had she gotten here? She must have asked to come in, because otherwise someone would be questioning her right now- but for the life of her, Rorschachkit couldn't remember doing any such thing. Granted, she had done a lot of things that she ended up forgetting about just a few hours afterward, but that didn't make the whole situation any less unsettling.


    The kit sat in the hay, paws wrapped around her trusted hat. Maybe it would be better to go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning, but she wasn't tired, not in the slightest.

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    &&     Breathing Snowflakes rarely had forgotten her past memories, she remembered most of her past which was quite strange if you were to ask her in all honesty. it had been a life fit for a queen, one she had wished not to live despite her lifestyle being so relevant to most dreams as well as what she could have had being an easy path into life and a family, she had chosen not to follow it. those were her most vivid memories, one's she could not even imagine forgetting even if her life depended on it. The only way she could figure she would loose those memories is if she were hit really hard in the head.


    She had been born into pure royalty due to her family's 'special' abilities to either read minds, have photographic memory, make events happen with their minds, or predict the future. Her mother read minds and her father predicted the future as well as being a reincarnation of many past old spirits. Her mother and father had come from two long lines of royalty as rivals until they joined together and made rivals become friends, uniting the kingdoms. They became King and Queen and quickly gave birth to their first litter. Their first litter had been pretty messed up... What the kingdom hadn't known was uniting two royalty with powers such as their could create... mistakes.


    There had been four in the litter. All four had been long-haired silver tabbies. Two were boys, two were girls. The two girls came out the most wrecked. One of the two was born with a single eye and a pair of wings that were broken, bent, twisted, and one wing wasn't even half-created. She had been killed by the royal guards at first glance. The second girl couldn't close her mouth and she lacked her back legs as well as having a very obvious yellow brain through a large crack in her skull (which was shown obvious in certain places). the boys were not better though. One boy had been born lacking facial fur and without eyes, and the other boy had been born normal aside from worms that had found their home in his body.


    The two royals killed all the others and the King and Queen looked for some other cat with powers to fulfill the next queen or king spots. but alas, there was none and the kingdom was to end after the king and queen's death. But then... the unexpected happened and the Queen gave birth (without knowing she was pregnant) to three beautiful children. Her body had gotten use to the magical sperm that had filled her body thus making her kits come out stronger and more correct than the one's before (despite this being one cat in a million able to do this). There was two girls and a boy. One of the girls had been Breathing Snowflakes whom was born a pure white long haired she-cat like her mother. The second girl had been a short-haired white cat with grey spots and she had been named Clouding Galaxy. The boy had been a pure grey tabby like his father and he had been named Imagining Royalty.


    Despite this empirical, Breathing Snowflakes had been the only one born with powers in the litter. She had photographic memory and could predict personalities as well as future and past personalities. So of course, she had been promised the throne to rule beside another royal kit born for another royal family named Casting Promises. She hated this life style though seeing as if she was pampered and her siblings were nothing more than a burden on the family. Her brother had powers but he didn't wish for the lifestyle either, so he hid his power better than Breathing Snowflakes ever could. He could make events happen with his mind, which was a less-obvious power. After months of trying to get him to take her place as royalty first, she could no longer take it and she left the kingdom at night to make her own life.


    that was the path that had gotten her to where she was at the moment. But she didn't like the idea her family was not bearing good without her (more than likely) so she shook the thoughts away almost as soon as they popped in her mind with the exception of this time. After that memory she would shake her head to get the thoughts away as she spotted the younger feline whom she offered a smile, she had never met this cat had she? in the next post she would attempt to read her personality as she usually did even correctly at times. "Hello, I'm Breathing Snowflakes." she told the kit.



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    Rorschachkit had been born into a fairly average family- no royalty to speak of, as far as she knew. Not that she longed for it- from what she'd observed in her early childhood, the royals tended to be closed-off from everyone else, forced to stay close to home at almost all times. They had no freedom to explore, to choose what they wanted to do with their lives. She couldn't even bear the thought of never being able to go out and see the world, of having to do what everyone told you for the better part of your life. Heh, thinking of it like that almost made it sound like slavery.


    The kit had had an elder sister, although she hadn't been much older- only a couple moons, if she recalled correctly. Her name had been... well, Rorschach couldn't remember. It still bugged her to this day that she had forgotten, but she figured it would eventually come to her. Maybe when they eventually found each other again- her sister would be so proud that she hadn't lost the hat.


    The hat had been special to both of them. It was like a good-luck charm- even if common sense dictated that such things didn't exist. It kept the kit convinced that everything would be okay, and managed to curb the mood-swings when she forgot about something important.


    It was the one thing that remained from before the fall.


    Well, it couldn't really be called a fall- that implied that the incident had been an accident. No, she remembered that someone or something had shoved her backwards, and the last thing she recalled clearly was the explosion of pain as she hit the ground.


    After that, everything had just sort of... disappeared. She didn't remember ever seeing her sister again, or her parents, or anyone she had used to know. Everything between then and now was a mess of disjointed minor details, with the major points lost within.


    Hearing the other kit addressing her, Rorschach looked up. Another friendly face that she would probably forget, but she refused to let that bit of cynicism show. "Breathing Snowflakes?" she responded, attempting to smile. "I'm Rorschachkit. Nice to meet you."

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    &&     Royalty had been much of a prison for her she wasn't going to lie. Sure getting most anything at your will and being promised the most amazing lad in all the world could be considered living the life, but to her it had been not great. She only got what was good for her health, everything was checked over before eating as was all the toys before being played with ans basically everything she ever layed paws on since birth. As for the young lad, he was as basic and narrow minded as a small flies digestive tract. The poor thing couldn't tell left from right, up from down, and overall he was what some may consider brain dead at moments. he would make a horrible father despite his powers as well as a mate.


    She hadn't left entirely for running free though, she had left merely to esscape the world of having everything handed to her, she wished to work for it like any other feline anywhere in the world had to do to get where she was. just because she was gifted did not mean she deserved such a high position of power, and it seemed her and her brother both were the only two that had seemed to notice that for generations and generations and probably for even more generations to come. It was something they had found themselves peace in, working for things. Something they simply were not aloud to do back home. But now that she had freed herself, it was a different story.


    She could never imagine being without a memory of her past though, the thought itself gave her a shiver down her spine. She had heard npc's talk about how the kitten forgot things, but she assumed more the less she was ditsy, not damaged within the brain. The poor girl probably knew it by now after a while of everyone telling her, but that didn't make matters any better, if not worse. Waking up, not knowing how you got there as well as many other things like if you ate or not, had a date, if you had kittens the night before, if you went to see a medic, what the medic told you to do, things of where to go and how to be would fly out her other ear, and she knew it much overly suck.


    but thinking nothing more of the matter, the white fluffy apprentice-aged girl offed her yet another bigger smile. Rorschachkit... it was long and she found herself assuming she would give the girl a nickname soon seeing as if the name didn't quite roll off her tongue properly. She hated it. not the name, but rather how she struggled to say it. "May i call you Ro? your name is rather hard for me to pronounce." she asked the kitten, a friendly smile forming on her maw as it usually was



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    It did overly suck, she wouldn't argue with that. Not being able to form lasting bonds with anyone, never recalling what she'd done the night before... what if she'd done something horrible in the past?


    Ro... it was short, but it got the point across. She probably wouldn't need to remember it, either- it was easy to figure out who was being addressed. "Go ahead," she answered, with a nod. "It is kinda hard to pronounce."

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    &&     Smiling upon being able to call her that she tested it out. "Ro, I admire that." she said


    //omfg so rushed i am sorry
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    (It's totally fine XD)


    "Yeah, it's easy to remember too. No one else has that syllable in their name, right?" Well, someone befitting that description might join later, but for now, it would work. Stifling a yawn, she asked, "Just curious, do you know how to write?"