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    that was what also led him to his long bout of depression. it was sickening to think about, and the feelings and emotions he had still lingered and popped up at unexpected times. so, he hardly had any reason behind why he was in the most triggering place for him. he guessed he just stumbled here, probably while he was high or something or the sort. so now it was too bad, so sad for java, as he'd probably spend the rest of his day navigating and exploring the familiar territory.


    heaving a raspy sigh, the cream apprentice clipped a green barrette into a long, fair tuft of fur by his ear before hearing a snap of a twig from show nearby. too nearby. his hazel visionaries widened a drastic amount before he zipped behind the cover of a bush, body pressed low to the floor and ears folded back against his skull as his breathing began to pick up pace.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    wow this sucks pls let me get used 2 writing again...i have not in a while,


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:420px; text-align:justify;]Feldspar wasn't sure what it was that gave him away — his sniffles maybe, or it was the jingling of the bell on his collar, or maybe the twig that he had stepped on. Regardless of what it was, the guy had zipped off behind some bush as soon as he had gotten remotely near them. Pretty irritating, but he had been sneaking up on him. He could give the guy some credit for being on their toes while trespassing.


    He was not the best trainee in New Spain; clumsy with the most basic of apprentice tasks and just this side of lazy, but the bushy tail that poked out from under the bush was a dead give away. You'd have to be blind to miss that clue. His paws were hopefully quiet enough that they wouldn't hear him approaching the bush.


    He didn't glance down at it, but he did mumble to them.


    " Hey. You know you're not supposed to be here, right. " The sentence was punctuated by a loud sniff, sinuses heavily clogged from Fall allergies.

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    and at that moment nearly died. just about blinked out right then and there as the nasally voice accused him of trespassing, which he was in right, but that wasn't the point. he.. he wasn't supposed to be here? after his little fiasco the day of which he departed they probably all despised him! the tabby should've known! he mentally beat himself up over it, squeezing his eyes shut for a fleeting moment before whipping around to face the other individual, large eyes practically bulging from his hollowed features, worn from sleep deprivation and slight starvation, although neither were voluntary of course.


    the thin, sickeningly thin may i add although it wasn't all too visible under his abundance of thick, ragged cream fur, feline backed up a pace until only his wide luminaries were noticeable within the coating of the bush. already his claws were unsheathed and his fur stiffening out on end, ears pressed flat against his skull. the short creature didn't play around, oh no, now he had to defend himself. death had been all too scary when stared in the face he realized, he wanted to live now. not out of enjoyment of life of course, but rather the phobia of death.


    anyways the apprentice aged tabby didn't offer a reply to what the other said, just twitched, making the bush shake slightly with every involuntary movement, and prepared himself for a fight. yet as he stared at the black feline, he couldn't help but think he recalled seeing him around the camp when he was younger. it didn't matter now though! no, no. new spain was out to get him, yup! they hated him.. all of them except renato and kisa, everyone else who mattered had faded with time.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    tfw u get sick gosh Dang


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    The intruders fur was on end, claws unsheathed for a fight. A fight.. he had never fought before.. but never late than never is what they had always said. At least he wasn't much bigger than him..




    " [b]Fine, we'll do this the hard way. " He all but spat out, distaste rotting his tone.




    Icy oculars narrowed, tall ears flicking back to press tight against his skull. His own claws unsheathed, his tail lashing against the air behind him. With little time wasted, he aimed at to get the first strike in, a blow across the other's ears.










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    the hard way? if it was possible, the tabby's eyes widened to their full width, daring not to blink as he stared at the other apprentice and felt tension seep into the surrounding air, making the breaths he took harder to swallow as to him it seemingly became thicker, hung heavily and pushed pressure onto his thinning frame. however, when the new spaniard's paw jolted forward with the hope of nicking his ear or something of the sort javapaw skittered back into the safety of the bush, thankful for his quick reaction time and speed. the feline blinked a few times before deciding on how he'd proceed with the fight.


    abruptly, a streak of ecru fur tore from the shrubbery it had once been encased in, letting branches tangle into fur and rip strands and chunks from his untidy pelt. the tabby aimed to tackle the smaller individual to the floor with a headbutt to his flank. fear ebbed away, and instinct took over the loner's body instead.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    how sick can i get in 1 week?????? real sick. RIP me.
    i dont have muse for the dominion so i'm gonna be moving him somewhere else!!! idk where yet tho


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    The raggedy tabby had quick reflexes — skittering back into the safety of their bush before his claws could rip through their ear. Ire and vexation only seemed to bubble further within the more that Feldspar came to realize he had gotten himself into something he couldn't handle on his own. He wouldn't admit it, wouldn't turn tail or call for whoever else was in the area for help; the former kittypet just lashed out at the bush, needlepoint claws trying to break through the stiff branches. Some gave way, some splintered and got lodged in the soft pads of his paws.




    Feldspar didn't stop until the loner had abruptly torn through the bramble, effectively tackling him and pinning him to the dusty ground. For him, that was where fear and panic set in; he couldn't get out from underneath him. Nobody had really taught him how to fight outside of playful tussling. Fuck, fuck, he was so absolutely fucked.




    " [b]Get off of me, lardo! " In the end, he took to what he knew best in these situations. Hissing and spitting insults, his icy blue eyes were wide and expressive. Black paws batted at him as much as he could move them, trying to get the bigger of the two off of him.




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    at the comment that was spat his way, javapaw felt confusion flow through the cracks of his mind for only a millisecond before his focus was entirely directed back on the situation below him. the wriggling apprentice beneath his firm paws made a flash of sympathy glimmer in his swampy optics, even if the emotion was fleeting as the paranoid tabby considered this interaction more critical then better judgement would've lead him to believe. he just prayed to whatever divine deity resided amongst the clouds that this would all turn out fine in the end, for him at least. although the ecru trainee didn't really want to harm anyone at the moment. that'd be preferable. for him and the dominionite.


    so, although fear was beginning to cloud other potent emotions that resided within his willowy figure, javapaw had to remain stable and calm. keep his cool and hold this other apprentice down. he managed to maneuver around or away from most of the swipes directed his way, but still flinched as a few new nicks appeared under his matted pelt, oozing sluggish droplets of blood.


    the shakes that racked his thin, malnourished form only proved to make the challenge of keeping the other down more difficult, but despite that the feline still managed to hiss nervously, "s-stop str-ruggling!"

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:400px; line-height:96%;][justify]Above him, the other apprentice seemed to be an unstoppable, immobile force. Feldspar's paws were soft and delicate - the true sign of a lazy house-cat without a clue how to really fight. Oh, how he tried, though. Despite how many times his claws actually met the willowy form of the lighter-colored apprentice, he couldn't get him to budge. Needle-point claws continued their attempted assault, batting at him almost relentlessly; one of them was torn from earlier tasks, sluggishly bleeding still.


    " Get off of me and I just might! " Feldspar hissed again, though it wasn't followed by another biting insult. Only a few more moments passed before his paws ceased batting at him. The black-furred apprentice sniffed harshly, still squirming around in an attempt to find a way to get out from beneath him.


    " Seriously. Dude, you're heavy. Uncle, uncle, jesus, just get off of me. "

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    in attempt to cease the insistent squirming, the trainee tried to apply more pressure to where the other laid, nonexistent eyebrows furrowing tightly together, although his optics still remained wide and ears pointed to alertness. "i-if you p-p-pull anyth-hing funny i sw-wear i'll kill you!" it was more big talk then anything, as the oracle trainee never really planned on harming anyone anytime soon unless the situation proved to be dire. his paranoia didn't let him think he could take this kid though, simply reminded him the other could be holding something up their sleeve.


    reluctantly, javapaw leaped back, spine arching upwards and claws ripping into the earth as he observed the ebony feline, watching for any quick movements.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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