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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]The fruit was small and soft, the pink and orange dappled skin a delicate membrane that would be so easy to tear away, juice dribbling from small holes where their claws had gone in. Yet they would not eat the peach, they had no interest in consuming the fruit as they had seemingly no interest in much lately, a heavy sigh rushing from their parted lips. They held little energy upon that cold morning, sleep having escaped them after only an hour and they had been forced to drag themself from the warmth of their bed though they were of little use to anyone in this state, and since departing their house had laid sprawled out in front of it.


    Once more their claws sunk into the skin of the fruit, yet this time they did not retract them as they had done on the various occasions this had happened before, no, this time they dug them in deeper. The tips finally scraped against the hard surface of the pit, catching on the grooves embedded deep within in that seed, their other paw moving to hold the peach in place. With one pull a chunk was torn from it, the soft orange center left exposed, what had been ripped of hanging from their claws, dripping juice over their leg. Forcing themself to take the piece into their mouth they chewed upon it, the sweet taste a thing they enjoyed before, yet now it was as if they were attempting to eat rocks. Uninterested in eating the rest of the fruit they shoved it aside, stretching out and simply watching the world go by.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
    [abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

    //i apologize for late post!


    forgottenpaw was casually strolling throughout the clan. usually, he would just keep himself isolated within his home, but for some peculiar reason, he felt like exploring the cool, autumn day. with each pawstep, there was a nice crunch sound coming from the dead leaves that have fallen from trees. the sleek black tom tilted his head toward an unfamiliar bug he accidentally knocked over; it rolled up into a ball, as if protecting itself from any further damage. after a hushed apology, forgottenpaw continued his walk, feeling better and better about this decision,(since he prefers to just stay at home). he most definitely enjoyed the silence of the walk. no one was talking, the birds were happily chirping, and the breeze whistled as it blew threw both the damp grass and his sleek pelt. today seemed like a nice one to be outside.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( it's perfectly alright and sorry this is so late, i've had little want to write lately, i was planning on replying yesterday but i got tied up in family matters )


    It seemed that had that in common for Isena had much preferred to spend each day and night curled up in their bed, the world locked outside where it couldn't get to them. Today they had felt the urge to leave it all behind yet everything proved too much, their mind struggling to handle it all. With a grumble the feline forced themself up, trudging down the steps that lead to their house, only to turn to the forest. Beneath that ever shifting canopy of leaves was where they felt at home, where the only fragments of peace was to be found, no destination in mind as they simply walked.


    It was the crackle of dried leaves that drew their attention, their lips pressing together into a hard line, posture becoming rigid as they drew to a halt. "Hello? Who's out there?"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
    [abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

    //that's alright as well i understand


    the sudden voice startled the apprentice, making him shuffle his paws almost uncontrollably; ultimately having him fall face first into the ground. so much for a good day to go out for a stroll. forgottenpaw got to his paws, shaking his head so he could recollect his thoughts. the silence of the stroll was now gone and it disappointed him. scanning his current location, he shakily looked for the location of the voice who broke the perfect silence. his ice blue visionaries soon spotted a figure, making him tense as he cautiously approached them. "ju-just walking b-by. i'm so-sorry if i bo-bothered you." he muttered, an unsure expression formed across his face. now he wishes that he continued to isolate himself within his room.