MY YOUTH IS YOURS // o, introduction

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    it was a beautiful day; the sun was shining brightly through the clouds on a background of clear blue sky, a rare occurrence for the city bloodclan resided in. there was a warm breeze in the wind, a remnant of summer times that would soon be gone completely.


    for bluebell, it was her first day out exploring by herself. she had been frail as a newborn kitten, too weak to play with the other kits for the first two moons of her life. but today, she felt better than ever as she skipped along the street, a sweet smile gracing her maw.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [font=arial][size=11pt] The silver-blue femme had been watching her daughter with a careful eye from afar. Having stepped away to observe how her petite child would manage without her. It was no secret Bluebell had been the runt of her siblings. Diva had hoped that the tiny child would have bulked up a bit by now, but it was beyond her control.


    Rising to her feet the abyssinian mother would approach her kit; a somewhat loving smile present on her face. "I see you've found your way outside." Diva would say with a leisurely flick of her tail. Blueway was almost a mirror image of herself, making her her mother's favorite child. The birth of her children had no effect on her selfishness in the slightest. If anything, it made it worse.


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    Those two looked alike. Really alike. Seeing as the kit was on good terms with Diva, he would assumed they were related somehow. Approaching the duo, he said, "Hey Diva, Who's she?"



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Diva wasn't fat anymore, and this kit bore similarities to her, so Six thought it was safe to assume that Bluebell was the Abyssinian's spawn. The kitten was pretty small, shockingly so. Were kits usually small? His experience was mostly with the the kit squad, all of them maine coon mixes, and Skip, who'd already been about four or five moons old when he'd captured her. The child looked about the right size to be dinner - not that he was in the habit of eating cats, but if he was.


    Approaching, the lean feline glanced from Scythe to the two females and lightly inclined his head in greeting. "Is she yours?" he wanted to know.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [font=arial][size=11pt] "Why yes, she is." The former queen would puff out her chest with pride as she grinned at her clan mates. "This is my lovely little Bluebell." Lovely due to the fact that her daughter resembled her greatly.


    //super rushed sorry!


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    bluebell gave each of the bloodclanners a small, dainty smile as they approached. she puffed out her chest when her mother introduced her in front of the older felines. they were all much bigger than her, but then again, everyone was much bigger than her. "hi." bluebell would meow meekly while she shuffled her paws nervously, hoping that they would approve of her.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Six eyed Bluebell with some interest. Fresh blood meant that the group would live on, that they would not be the last generation of BloodClanners. She was an interesting little thing; she'd seemed proud when Diva had introduced her, but she looked nervous now. Shy. That was, he hoped, something she would grow out of. If you couldn't appear confident in front of your peers, you couldn't do anything. Six didn't think that a cat had to be tough to be respected, but he did think that a cat who wanted respect couldn't seem afraid of being around others.


    Offering Bluebell a slow, cool smile, he meowed, "Hey. I'm Six." His tail twitched idly as he added, "How old are you?" A moon? Could kits run and talk at the age? It had been a long time since he'd been a kit. Perhaps one day he'd have some of his own and figure it all out, but that wasn't at the forefront of his mind right now.

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    bluebell felt reassured as six smiled back. she tried to stand tall and proud as the much larger tom loomed over her. "i'm two." the kit meowed, leaving out the 'moons' accidentally. "what about you?" bluebell didn't realize it was rather rude to ask a grown cat that. she simply assumed that was what she was supposed to do, like when someone asked 'how are you' you were supposed to reply and ask them the same thing.
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    Scythe suppressed a laugh to see how Six would react to that, before he would introduce himself. Of course if Bluebell was two moons, she wouldn't know better, but it was still kind of funny.



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Two moons. He hadn't been far off. Six let out a low chuckle when he was asked his age; he supposed that was the logical question for her to follow with, and it didn't much upset him. "Twenty-six moons," he told her. It was funny, realizing how young he was. He'd only lived a little more than eight seasons. It was true that, on the street, cats didn't live that long. The oldest he'd met had only been about five years old - sixty or so moons.


    He glanced at Scythe as the tom bit back a chuckle but didn't comment, instead simply smirking at the other male.

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    "I'm Scythe. Twenty moons if you're wondering." He was better off saying it now than being asked later. He didn't mind giving that information out - it was nothing terrible for him, but other cats could think otherwise.



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