gone too soon ll open, sadness

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    [justify]The day had been going perfectly well for Trevor until he'd opened up his songbook. Flipping through the pages, the young tom had come across 'I Wanna Fly.' He'd written that for the Rebellion of Terminus, more specifically his family. All of those memories rushing back into his brain was enough to make Trevor quickly shut the book, attempting to blink tears away. He couldn't break, not now, not here. He'd kept it together for so long, trying to be there for those around him. Now, Trevor had only his siblings after their parents had passed. The father he never knew and the mother who had left so soon. The tom covered his head with his paws, attempting to blink the tears away before anyone could walk over.[/justify]

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    Phil hated seeing people sad. The thing that the apprentice loved to do the most out of anything was to make people smile after they'd had a bad day. His charisma seemed o bring happiness wherever he went, his clumsiness contributing to his comedic nature. But deep down was Phil really scared people were laughing at him rather than with him? He couldn't help but feel like that sometimes.


    We all had our hardships, and it seemed for this guy (whom Phil must have admitted he had never seen, despite being in WindCan for his entire life), that hardship wat the songbook he held in his paws. The son of Io and Wineglass approached, his cranium tilted slightly, his lapis visionaries half-closed and soft as he gazed at the other blinking back tears. "Are you OK? I'm here, if you need someone to cheer you up," he began, a gentle smile curving his lips. "I'm Phil, by the way. Apprentice here." finished the ebony tom, blinking.

    [justify]Oh, Starclan. Trevor jerked upwards into a sitting position, trying to wipe away the tears that only continued to fall as he tried to summon a small smile for the native Windclanner. "Hey there, nice to meet you. I'm Trevor, I have a dual alliance, but I was born in the Rebellion of Terminus," the son of Vandeadcarnival and Sayaka stated in a rushed tone.


    "I'm alright, thanks. I just need to stop recalling sad memories. Cheering up, only if you've got some time," Trevor answered, ice blue eyes trying to fill with glints of happiness. The young tom finally managed a smile, attempting to keep his heart from beating out of his chest at the thought of someone seeing him upset. He had to keep calm, make sure that those around him were alright and happy.[/justify]

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    [justify][size=12][color=red][font=impact]tyler had his head tilted and a frown on his face, but yet he couldn't help but stare at the songbook. "h-hey, i'm here to talk too, but r-real quick, excuse me, i-is that a songbook? did you write those?" tyler's frown turned into a smile. he loved music. he always wanted to have some sort of instrument, but he knew he was a cat and it would definitely be difficult for him to toy around with some strings or blow into a piece of some sort. oh well. maybe that would be something for him to do in the future. but for now, he will continue being the tiny tyler joseph that he is. "s-sorry. i'm tyler, by the way."




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    [font=impact][color=red]blurryface/tyler | male | bisexual | just normal windclan cat who's always in the background | 12 moons
    [font=impact][color=black]NO KNOWN INFORMATION



    [font=impact][color=white]looks
    [font=impact][color=red]white pelt | black markings around neck and front paws | amber eyes
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    [font=impact][color=white]injuries
    [font=impact][color=red]a few noticeable scars on front legs
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    [font=impact][color=white]personality
    [font=impact][color=red]insecure | sweet | creative | shy | compassionate | a little protective
    [font=impact][color=black]DEMANDING | REVENGEFUL | CONTROLLING



    [font=impact][color=white]storyline
    [font=impact][color=red]born a loner | met josh | lived with josh for a while | came to windclan with josh
    [font=impact][color=black]BORN WITH TYLER | STARTED MESSING AROUND WITH TYLER | NOW CAN TAKE CONTROL OF TYLER



    [font=impact][color=white]relationships
    [font=impact][color=red]localdreamer/josh - best friend and crush
    [font=impact][color=black]TYLER - TARGET



    [font=impact][color=white]in battle
    [font=impact][color=red]easy | would never start fights | attack in [color=black]black
    [font=impact][color=black]HARD | EASILY PICKS FIGHTS | ATTACK IN [color=red]RED[/spoiler]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 25pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 146PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Praguekit[/fancypost][b] windclan - guardian - general tags - powers tags - battle tags[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]"A-are you crying?" questioned Praguekit bluntly, walking over to join his clanmates. He sat down beside Tyler, his usual faint frown in place. The young Siberian tiger cub gave Trevor a curious glance, watching as the tears slowly ran down the tom-cat's face. Praguekit had cried before - everyone had at least once - when his mother had first left him. It was still a sad memory to look back on but Praguekit didn't cry anymore. It was pointless and made him look too emotional. He didn't need any of that. Still, he couldn't help but wonder why Trevor was crying. Had his mother left him too?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:360px ; auto; text-align: justify; color:lightgray;][size=9pt]Oh no, someone was sad. Hatty was rushing over instantly, a tiny frown on his face. "Do you need a hug? Hugs always make me feel better!"[/size]


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