pink — open; first time out of the nursery

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CHILD! Studentpaw really, and I mean really liked children. Scampering over immediately after seeing the puppy come out of the den, he gasped excitedly. "You're so cute!" He squealed, sounding like a little girl who got surprised with a doll. He liked kids, if I didn't mention that already. The serval flicked his black-tipped ears forward happily. Oh, yes! "What's you're, um, name?" He asked, grinning like an idiot.
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Yelping in surprise, he recoiled. Oh... did he scare her? Now Stu felt bad.... really bad.... "Oh... I'm sorry..." He murmured, his ears flattening sadly. Man... Now as much as he liked children, he wasn't very good with them. He sighed. Studentpaw would have to work on that...
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[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Antee. Faustus would have to have a talk with Flicker and Bane - that was hardly an acceptable child's name. Although she could have been mispronouncing it given her apparent lack of proper speech.

The creature, compared to her, is massive. Scarred ebony fur, half of his face raw from the skin being ripped off, he probably looked like a monster. Brute-ish and ugly. Even so, Faustus liked children - they were so terribly innocent, they had yet to get a taste of what really went on in the world. It was endearing, and he often craved the presence of such innocence.
The Paradigm's ascent is slow, but he smiles slightly at the sight. Ah, Stu and his nose. [color=black]"Who're your parents, Antee?" He inquires softly. He knows who they are, he just wants to see if she does.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]Aw! Hinami noticed the two once she heard a soft bark of sorts, currently tending to her wings. Oh, a kid? She thought briefly, soon to wave her tail in a friendly gesture as she slowly approached. "Hey there. I don't think we've met before either. I'm Hinami." This statement was directed to the both of them, actually. She had met Student, but on a rather depressed note, so maybe this introduction would be a bit more formal.

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Children really weren't Merle's "thing," per say - hell, he could barely handle his own when they'd been around - but he tolerated them. You know, unless they proved themselves to be total assholes, then he tried to avoid them at any cost. Another thing was that he didn't exactly fawn over them as being cute, as Studentpaw did. He kind of just thought it to himself and moved on, and even then, the big bad Merle thinking something was cute was rare. Upon seeing Anthea, though, a snort of amusement exited him. The three-pawed tiger strolled over, metal prosthetic thudding against the ground with each step. "Don't get out much, kid?" he rasped, taking a seat near the female and craning his neck to look down at her. She was tiny, and he'd have to make a mental note not to step on her. "Got any parents? Or did ya' just pop up here outta' nowhere?"
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"Anthea!" Came Bane's voice, quickly to be paired with the tiger who arrived hurridly after the small pup. "What're you doing out, troublemaker?" He murmured with a smile, nearing the femme with a gentle nudge to her side in greeting, the new father moved to seat himself behind her to let the pup meet the others.

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 380px;][justify][size=8]Bounding over excitedly, the young lion cub was ecstatic to see that there was a new baby in the nursery, pleased to have another playmate, and even more pleased to not be the only child in ScarClan. Louis all but bypassed his clanmates, approaching Anthea with an air of superiority. He was the leader now! Well, at least until Kveta appeared.

Louis sniffed Wolfsbane's anklebiter experimentally, and after a second, seemed to deem her worthy of his time. The lion was growing up to be a straight up bitch, not that anyone would notice until he began to speak in full sentences, however. "Hi! Name Louis. Playtime?"

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• louis praelium
• male
• dodger & breakdance's brother
• too young to even grasp the concept of romantic love
• cub & loyalist of scarclan
• one month old, ages every 200 posts

FIGHTING & INTERACTION
• no powers
• 100% pathetic at all things battle
• ask for capture, no kill
• attack in white
• feel free to powerplay any peaceful actions

APPEARANCE
• small one month old lion cub
• tawny fur w/ pale spots on his face
• blueish/greyish eyes
• pretty much still looks like an oversized rat
• has a necklace w/ a dog whistle on the end of it

OTHER
• unable to hold a completely successful conversation, only knows basic words and phrases
• can pick up language from others
• moves very jerkily and awkwardly
• ic opinions only
• born april 28th

LINK HUB
• biography
• heartchart
• plotting

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Ah, childhood. Cade remembered his well. He was a cute bugger in his opinion. Chubby, full of spunk and questions, and ready to prove himself. Only one of those qualities was still present with the adolescent tigon.

[b]"Cute kiddo." the male said briefly, finding a seat beside Studentpaw and plopping down to watch every ohh and ahh over the pup.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; text-align:justify;]Cotton loved children, even if they could be a pain in the ass every once in a while. Exhibit A; Louis. The male trotted over, smiling down at the lion and wolf. They were both very cute; and Bane seemed to be a very proud father. He should be! The serval mulled over what it would be like to have children, but tossed the thought away. Why should he be worrying about that now? After taking a seat next Cade, he smiled down at Anthea, enjoying her spunk.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Jemma could tolerate children; before, she loved them, actually thought to maybe have a few after she and Fitz had settled down somewhere. Now, she drifted between the free thoughts of never wanting the difficulties of raising a child but still holding a love for them. The tribune followed Cotton over, regarding Wolfsbane's child with a mildly amused look before shifting it to Louis, who she hadn't seen in a while. "Let them play," she harrumphed, though the smile on her face clearly betrayed her tone. She directed her words at the father of Anthea. "They look like they could use it."

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The female almost didn't have time for games. She was about to be an apprentice soon. Playing around with these dumb babies was a waste when she could be spending her time with pre-training. Flicking her tall, dark ears, the direwolf pup trotted over. Kveta blinked her yellow eyes and looked at Louis. With a smirk, she rose her head in a regal manner. "I am Leader." The pup made this clear as she came to stand in front of Athena. "Louis is my slave, and so are you, now. Welcome to Kvetaclan." The five month old said with a twitch of her tail and a slight growl.
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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: dotum; height: auto; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px]Flicker and Bane better watch out, because Kveta was ready to truck over this newborn. With a low growl and a flick of her ears, she shook her head. "Think again, mutt." The fae snarled. In her early moons, the ebony direwolf would continue this ruckus. She was a trouble-maker, wanted to be the best before anyone. Eager. Unfortunately, her line of fire was pulling away from Louis, and now pointing at poor Anthena. With a growl, she attempted to jerk her head forwards, in attempt to bash it into the smaller one's cranium.
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Louis snarled right back at the direwolf pup, attempting to throw himself into her side in hopes of pushing her to the ground. If accomplished, the creature would perch atop Kveta with a smug grin. "Louis the leader!" he crowed, gaze flickering briefly at Anthea in case she tried to usurp the power.

[align=center][spoiler=tags / may 28th][justify][size=8]BASICS
• louis praelium
• male
• dodger & breakdance's brother
• too young to even grasp the concept of romantic love
• cub & loyalist of scarclan
• one month old, ages every 200 posts

FIGHTING & INTERACTION
• no powers
• 100% pathetic at all things battle
• ask for capture, no kill
• attack in white
• feel free to powerplay any peaceful actions

APPEARANCE
• small one month old lion cub
• tawny fur w/ pale spots on his face
• blueish/greyish eyes
• pretty much still looks like an oversized rat
• has a necklace w/ a dog whistle on the end of it

OTHER
• unable to hold a completely successful conversation, only knows basic words and phrases
• can pick up language from others
• moves very jerkily and awkwardly
• ic opinions only
• born april 28th

LINK HUB
• biography
• heartchart
• plotting

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Shit got violent fast.

"Woah, okay.. disregarding who is or isn't leader, let's not give each other brain damage, huh?" Golden eyes flit from his uncle to Kveta, back to Anthea. He's glad they're a lively bunch, likely to grow into formidable warriors, but for now he hoped he wasn't alone in his opinion that they shouldn't slam into each other's heads.

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Although Wolfsbane himself was quite the quarrelsome being- or had been, at least- he was also fiercely protective of his pups. After Uma's miscarriage and Sylmae leaving their kids for Bane to raise himself and most to leave, Bane was not about to lose another. As Kveta moved her head in Anthea's direction, his instincts kicked in, and he aimed to quickly grasp Anthea by the scruff and pick her up. He then would aim to place the pup just under his chest and between his large paws if successful, attempting to keep her safe. "Hey, hey, hey," He said lowly, brows furrowed. "Keep your head bashing to yourself." He grumbled.