i ain't sayin she gold digger - open, bloodclan child

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]I would like to begin with the fact that the child had never intended on delving deep into the depths of an enemy's territory- well not at the beginning anyways. Bohemian's curious nature had overtook him completely that morning, having explored each and every crack and nanny of bloodclan, he'd began to wander farther beyond the scent markers and severe headed borders of his home. Now, the child was not stupid he had been well aware that he'd been crossing into a different terittory and he knew it was windclan. But he was reckless by birth and daring by nature, and so not a one of these said facts stopped him from continuing forward.


    After coming across a large temple, completely enveloped by a lilac blue, he found that it was completely worth it. Bohemian's stunning hues gazed upon the structure with awe mixed in with excitement. It was absolutely beautiful, he simply had no choice but to explore. The fragile creature approached the entrance cautiously, before rushing into the building with great enthusiam; books. There were books, everywhere. Bohemian felt his small heart beat almost entirely from his chest. As he continued onwards, he attempted to pull one from the large shelf; this ended with a small "creak" a large "rumble" and several books falling straight onto his head. He may as well ran into the middle of camp shouting "look at me" at the top of his lungs, great.

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    [font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]It seemed these days Alaska was always out and about, rather than back at camp lounging around. She had more energy than usual, and she couldn't just sit still with all this adrenaline, even if she tried.


    She hadn't been in the Ancient Temple yet, but at least now she had a reason to. Normally, noises wouldn't peak her curiosity, but along with these noises came a scent. One she knew quite well. Her former home, BloodClan, which she'd chosen to leave. A small twinge of fear did nothing to alter her footsteps, and soon enough she was peaking inside. However, instead of spotting a big, bad monster like she'd expected- fear had obviously clouded her judgement- she saw a child. What on earth was a BloodClan kid doing in their temple?


    Alaska never had realized there were books- so, so many books. Her eyes would haze gazed about in wonder and amazement had she been alone. But she wasn't.
    "What are you doing here?" The golden fae inquired, not unkindly, but not with her usual warmth. It was more a neutral question, and though she didn't want to threaten the child, she couldn't help but be wary.

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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]WELL SHE WANTS TO BE THE QUEEN, THEN SHE THINKS ABOUT HER SCENE
    PULLS HER HAIR BACK AS SHE SCREAMS, I DON'T REALLY WANNA BE THE QUEEN.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Now of course Victorykit could be found put and about the territory - why should she stay in boring old camp? Her fur was mussed up as per usual, and she didn't particularly care to groom it down. The marbled tabby heard the ruckus coming from the temple, and her curiosity was naturally piqued.


    Vic made her way inside to discover a stranger with an awful stench to him, and Alaska confronting the young male. Oh, this was interesting. "Who are you?" she added to Alaska's inquiry. He certainly wasn't from WindClan, but Victorykit couldn't pinpoint his scent.


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    [justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Alaska, or more so Alaska Abshire was one who happened to be drawn like a moth to a flame as far as kits were concerned, even if it was unintentional. Bloodclan kits were honestly no different to her. They were all small and most were innocent and some were nice, so what was the difference. Yeah, enemy clan that was a problem but even with that considered she couldn't bring herslef to be mean to any kit, no matter the situation. The Abshire girl padded through the entrance of the temple, and despite almost stopping to let the scent of books flow through her, she continued on. Her sapphire blue eyes fell upon the kit, and she had to stop herself from smiling. That was really cute. Had he been trying to get a book? "Hey, are you okay?" her voice was softer than the others' had been, and she hoped that he wouldn't run now that they were here. There were questions they all needed answers to, no matter how cute he was.


    #alaskarevised
    #alaska16

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]Ah yes, the idealism of the big, frightening bloodclanner; with large teeth of sharp angles, crimson soaked paws, glinting eyes of pure bloodthirst. Then there was Bohemian; he was a fragile creature, looking as if though if one were to handle him to roughly he'd shatter into shards and pieces. His bones seemed to be made of glass, and were as light as a birds, body small and petite despite belonging to the race of liger. Truly frightening that Bohemian, truly frightening indeed.


    The first windclanner to appear was a young female with stunning molten amber eyes, her lovely features were ruined by a stern expression, however. Now, there were two main possibilities for him to talk his way out of this. Firstly, the child could pretend to be a cheerful, dumbstruck with no concept of boundaries and enemies and a super scared, apologetic response. That card would play sympathy, no doubt about that. The second choice he could simply act stupid about alliances and apologize deeply for causing such trouble, but that was not a sure get out of jail free card.


    What are you doing here? "I've come to seek a great perhaps." Bohemian noted cheerfully, innocence about his smile as he began to play the game of getting out of trouble. One in which he'd become rather adept to, if he might say. "Bohemian," The child answered Vic's inquiry brightly. "This sure is pretty temple out here, weird it's in the stretch of land between bloodclan and windclan's borders, huh?" He was acting as if he thought this were lying on loner land, and the two hostiles were in fact loners themselves. Playing stupid was hard work. "What are you're guys names?" He inquired cheerfully with wide eyes and a slight tilt of the head. Oh yeah, he was nailing it.

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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]WELL SHE WANTS TO BE THE QUEEN, THEN SHE THINKS ABOUT HER SCENE
    PULLS HER HAIR BACK AS SHE SCREAMS, I DON'T REALLY WANNA BE THE QUEEN.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]BloodClan. Is that where this guy had come from? Vic was instantly wary. But Bohemian didn't seem to be of the particularly bright variety. "My name is Victorykit," she introduced softly before going on. "I think you might be confused. This isn't loner land - you're on WindClan territory right now," she explained, trying not to seem rude.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: none; width: 500px; font-size:8pt][justify]"Ah -" Harborpaw wanted to stop her child from answering the Bloodclanner's question. However, it was too late. Stepping next to her daughter with a frown, she looked over the enemy boy with a frown. "Leave. Leave now." The perturbed she-cat muttered with a lash of her tail.


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    [font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]His cheerful tone did much to ease the tenseness in her shoulders. Though visibly relaxed, Alaska couldn't help but remain wary, at least on the inside. Maybe it was the constant trail of BloodClan scent disturbing her scent glands that put her on edge, but that was a personal issue. Bohemian, as he had said his name was, seemed like a nice child. He wasn't causing any harm, and she couldn't blame him for his interest in the massive collection of books, so she saw no reason to chase him out.
    Every chance they got to socialize with the enemy, they should. Especially if the form of the enemy was a small, innocent-enough child.


    "I'm Alaska," she replied, this time allowing her voice to attain it's usual softness and warmth. For her size, and species for that matter, her voice didn't match it too well. Usually, a tiger was a vicious and menacing creature. She, although, was rather young and liked it that way. It didn't give others the wrong idea about her: instead of seeing a scary, giant creature with claws sharper than needles, they saw her for what she was: an undersized, gentle almost-giant. With the occasional sarcasm, of course.


    "Do you like books?" Alaska continued, briefly glancing towards Harborpaw to blink curiously. Clearly, the head bodyguard had zero liking for Bloodclanners.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-size=8pt][justify] quickkit approached the other kit happily and cheerfully. [b]“h-hello..!”     he said, quietly. the kit seemed nice. he also knew the other kit, victorykit, and hoped they both could be friends with this newcomer. he smelled odd, but he thought nothing of it. he was about to suggest they play a game, but someone else spoke. the small kit flinched at harborpaw's words. the caracal's ears flattened, and he began to shake, his eyes watering. a small tear dropped from his left tear duct. the caracal atrepted to stop- but many tears fell, all at once. he whimpered a little. he had no idea why his fellow windclanner was yelling at the other kit- what had he done? he had wanted to become friends with him- why couldn't he?


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