[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; height: 190px; background: url(http://31.media.tumblr.com/bf4…f0zewsrg1qfpe3mo2_500.gif); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; a: hover; font-family: felix titling; font-style: bold; font-size: 20px; color: navy; letter-spacing: 20px; text-shadow: 2px 1px 2px #000000; width: 470px; height; 10px]BITTERBLUE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#090909; width: 470px; height; 10px; borderwidth=0px;]HawkClan Warrior - Domestic Cat [/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Something was wrong. That much was obvious. A cat was trotting along, alone, fur standing vertically along its spine as its head moved from side to side, trying to peer into every dark crevice of the forest as it went. Anyone could have recognized the emotion shining from the feline’s blue and orange eyes as confusion and fear, the mixture of feelings that could usually be found when someone was lost. Every time a leaf or branch would rustle, the feline would flinch and its fur would find a way to spike up even more. There was no comfort to be found in the birdsong that was floating through the treetops or the beams of light that would occasionally stroke the cat’s white pelt as it broke through the canopy. No, instead adrenaline was igniting the feline’s super senses and the pearly white thorns that were its claws were leaving deep gouges in the ground as it picked up speed. Bitterblue wasn’t always like this; afraid of what may await in the shadows or what could be lying beyond the mountains. Once upon a time, she had been fearless. Coming face to face with the unknown had given her life, not scared her to death. But that was before. Before Calum had possessed her and before he had taken her from her home. Before he had set fire to her mind and left her without her identity. She couldn’t remember anything. Not the months she was possessed mind you, no, she couldn’t remember her. It seemed as though her mind had been scrubbed clean by the time Calum had finally left her. Not a single memory remained to direct her back to who she was. That was why she was running at full speed through the forest towards the home that she couldn’t remember was home. It had taken her months to even find a hint about where she should go. Every stranger she had encountered on her journey knew nothing about what she was looking for. Yet again, it is hard to know what you are trying to find when you can’t remember what it is that you have lost. Someone however, had finally recognized her. Bitterblue. HawkClan. Two words from the stranger and she had taken off. Now she was here, running past the sequoias with her ears flattened to her skull, the strong scent of the border invading her nostrils. The femme’s legs slowed themselves. In her gut, she knew her surroundings weren’t quite right. The trees seemed too tall. Eyeing the vegetation suspiciously, Bitterblue settled down onto the cool forest floor. Whatever. Her odd colored gaze flicked away from the trees to inspect the shadows that filled the forest, her super senses working to find any life hidden within.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; width: 468px; height; 10px][sub][align=center][size=7pt]Be careful making wishes in the dark.[/size]
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