LOOK UP TO THE STARS [★] open, definitely not swimming.

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    Eaglesoar turned sharply to Charlotte, teal eyes meeting sea foam green. "Are you saying my slim, pedigree build matches that of you feral cats? I was specifically bred to be beautiful, and you compare me to your wild beasts'?" the former kittypet had snapped.
    Eaglesoar was quite confident in her appearance.
    Unbeknownst to even herself, generations back, in her homeland of Poland, her familial line had been quite prestigious in the show industry. They were well-known for their long legs, slim builds, and vivid eye colors. Her ancestors had adapted physically to living in the wild, but their well-defined pelts still blazed strongly down the dynasty.
    But that wasn't why Eaglesoar believed herself to be attractive. She admired the fact that she had her mother's eyes, and that her physique had been earned through moons of vigorous training. It's okay to be proud of who you are. Boastful? Not so much. And it's certainly not alright to put others down in the process.
    "You don't need to have a 'pedigree' to be beautiful," she retaliated. "And you're certainly not the only good-looking cat in this Clan. In fact, I think that Rainfall's fur is a very nice shade of silver."
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    Rainfall kinda shuddered when she heard Eaglesoar compliment her "a-actually, it's supposed to be blue. I'm a blue russian cat . Well half blue russian cat since I have blue eyes instead of green". She knew that her breed isn't a usual RiverClan breed but she was clanborn.

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    For a moment, he stood there in the crisp air, his cream and seal point fur glistening beneath the reed-shade- debating whether or not he wanted to approach the crowd. He appeared to be a stilt walker, on his lanky chocolate legs, long whiskers sensing everything, deep eyes counting mosquitoes.


    Eventually, he shrugged and a sigh fell from between his angular lips. Why not? It's not like you have to join in on the argument. Just pretend like you can't hear them.


    He smirked a white-toothed smile. A benefit to being half deaf.


    At that, he slipped down the hillside, aiming to dive into the water without being noticed.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; word-spacing: 2px; line-height: 117%;][ ★ ★ ] Charlotte let out a snort at Eaglesoar's response. 'You don't need to have a pedigree to be beautiful." That was the best joke she'd heard since she joined. "That's good, I have to admit," she snickered, her features turning sour. "Listen here, Eaglesoar. You can't lick your fur a few times and deem yourself beautiful. That's now how beauty works. Beauty is something you're born into--a birthright. It isn't a label you can slap onto any old cat." Her words were shards of ice, as were her eyes as she glared at the other femme. "And I should know--I was a show cat." She let out a huff, lifting her head so that her nose was turned upward.


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    [size=8]"You know what else is a birthright? The honor and intelligence that comes with being Clanborn! Once a kittypet, always a kittypet!" Lichenpaw was perched on a rock, his ginger tail swishing in the water. Annoyance and fierce pride shone in his blue eyes. "Beauty doesn't make you a good RiverClanner, minnow-brain. If I were you I wouldn't boast about being a 'show' cat. You were a little Twoleg toy." with a small snort of laughter, the young tom turned and plunged into the river, paddling a few fox-lengths away and listening as the sound of the rushing water drowned out everything else.

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    "We're all just cats." His Irish accent began quietly, standing a slight distance from the crowd, but loud enough for them to hear. "Putting labels on who we are because of where we come from, has caused the most violence, and the most death out of everything we do. If we forgot the labels, life would be so much better..." He trailed off, his blue eyes darting to his slightly muddy paws. "I haven't met a cat that isn't beautiful in their own special way, inside and out. If preening and licking, or training and honor, make you feel beautiful, then do it, but don't bring other's down because of it- because no matter how different we look and act- we're all just felines on the same earth, trying to survive."


    Quiet Lark looked at Lichen Paw, then to Charlotte, then to Eagle Soar, although he truly knew none of their names. "Nothing is going to change that, and harsh words- fighting- certainly doesn't make it better."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; word-spacing: 2px; line-height: 117%;][ ★ ★ ] Charlotte stared daggers at Lichenpaw at his response, but before she could make a witty response he dove into the water with a loud splash. She then turned back to Quietlark to hear him speak with his odd accent, a scowl forming on her maw as she listened. "Whatever," she spat, her eyes narrowed. "I don't need your advice." The she-cat turned to stalk away, though she gave Sandstep a last glance behind her before she headed back to camp. She didn't need to listen to those annoying cats anymore; she could talk to Sandstep later, in private.


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    His chocolate ears slightly flattened, and he kneaded the earth as she sauntered away dramatically. "I'm sure you don't need it, lass, but some others like to hear opinions" He shrugged, sure she wasn't listening anymore anyways. "I was just defending the fact that everyone's beautiful. You're gorgeous, no denying it."


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    [size=8]Lichenpaw was on the shore in a flash, scrambling up next to the long-legged seal point and gave a small groan of relief. "Thank goodness she's gone! I was getting really tired staying in the water." indeed - at only six moons, he had little to no stamina built up yet. [b]"Who are you?"

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    After a moment, the strange tom's bright, blue eyes shifted downwards to the younger apprentice, his chocolate-lilac muzzle taut. "Hush...No need to further push the anger, lad." he meowed, releasing a light breath.


    "--Besides." The warrior cooed, leaning his long neck down with a mischievous smirk "You'll end up bringing her back over"


    At that the incredibly tall tom began to saunter lazily along the shore-line, his oddly lithe body moving like a snake in the sun- his shadow strangely accentuating his abnormal height.


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    [size=8]That was a cool name, although it did make him wonder why the lark was being quiet. He was about to introduce himself, but the seal point continued talking and Lichenpaw gave a wide grin. "Heh. Okay." curiosity about this tall new warrior gripped him and he trotted after him in pursuit, tail waving. [b]"My name is Lichenpaw! How long have you been a warrior? I've just been made an apprentice."

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    "I've been a warrior a long time, since birth." He began cautiously "But not here. I'm new here."


    Quickly the tom flicked his ear and changed the subject. "Are you liking your apprenticeship?"


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    Eaglesoar sighed as Charlotte walked away. "She's a Clanmate- we gotta learn to love her, right?" I wish we didn't, though, she growled, averting her teal eyes from her Clanmates. Why is she even here? She's a kittypet. Whose idea was it to let her in?
    Cursing herself, she dug her claws into the ground. Stop being such a foxheart. In any case, she's here now; and, like you said, you've gotta learn to love her.
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    "Oy!"     He eventually called down the bank towards the brown tabby "In the mood for a walk, lass? You can come with Lichenpaw and I?"


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