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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]Holland was exhausted by the time she reached the border of WindClan territory. Her eyes, a sparkling shade of green, had not eased their intense joy, however.


    The blue point had bounced and dawdled a portion of the way here, wasting time and playing around with whatever creatures she could find. She had amassed quite a bit of colorful flowers, all stuff in a satchel on her side. The colors ranged from a light lilac to a deep cerulean.


    Hopefully WindClan would accept her and she'd become a mighty warrior, just like her mother had told her. Just the thought made the molly's paws itch with excitement.


    She had just reached her sixth moon of age. That meant she would be apprenticed, right? Oh how exciting!

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Mothers, huh? What had his own mother told him.. once before..? What had his own mother told him that he should become? Had she ever sought anything from him, or had she seen some potential in him? It wasn't a dreadful thought, being unable to recall his parent.. He only saw a blurred, alabaster silhouette, in his faded memories of early childhood, but it was more confusing, than upsetting. Perhaps, being unaware of what she had been like at the time, gave him the ability to fuel himself with a sense of false-hope, that she had perhaps believed in him, as most mothers had done. Maybe, that was even the undeniable truth.


    "Hey, can I help you?" Cherviltea would opt to inquire, a curious expression traversing his cordial expression, as he approached the apprentice. It seemed as if she happened to brandish a satchel, which seemed crammed of flowers that she had picked. Admittedly, he preferred it when flowers happened to be implanted firmly in the ground, but he supposed that he couldn't ridicule someone else's enjoyment of said vegetation. He happened to have various slender stems and living alabaster flowers intertwined with the metal plating of his prosthetic fore-limb, after all, and he had to admit that observing them in the corner of his eye, from time to time, happened to be somewhat enlightening.


    TAGS 23/10/2016


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    He'd offer a smile, pausing behind the leader with a tip of his head. This one seemed like a nice girl, she had a pleasant look on her face.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]It was weird, because I didn't remember my mother, or father. The word mother, however, filled me with a sense of longing, so I must have loved her very much. Ideally, I'd slyly take a seat beside Boss Man.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]unlike chervil, the memory of frisk's life before the clans are in tact. or atleast, a good majority of it. the relationship with their parents are pitiful and have reached a point where they don't even acknowledge them as their family. they found a family in shadowclan and for that they're grateful. the child moves in beside their clanmates, tilting their head at the stranger, "hello.." they hum softly in greeting, before falling silent.
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    Huh... mother. Well, Milktea kind of had a mother now. After all, Chervil and San were together, and Chervil was her father now. However, in her opinion, San was kind of scary... and they didn't talk a lot. She didn't know if San wanted her to be a good fighter or anything. She didn't know if her biological mother would want that, either. She didn't even know her biological mother, though. No reason to fret over it.


    The lynx stood close to Cherviltea, waiting for an answer from the stranger at the border. She didn't say anything, but she did smile and wave a paw.


    serah .
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