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      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]When she'd first met Smokestar he'd been no stranger to her, she'd watched him strike down her half-sister, that of whom was too twisted by her own desires and fears to cease her warpath. And now? Now they were both leaders, logical, efficient, familiar leaders. It was hard for her to wrap her mind around truly. That was no matter though.

      She'd given it a few days, giving him time to settle into his leadership and rest before she'd even came close to the RiverClan border, but now? Now she'd grown impatient, with dissent running rampant in her clan at her cold, calculating treatment of Butterflysong, that of whom she'd demoted to Butterflypaw and assigned a mentor (she was lucky to be allowed into ThunderClan to begin with as far as she was concerned) she could use a friend and Mossflight had her own stresses.

      That left only one person, and so she settled on the border and wrapped her foxish tail around her neat white paws, her amber eyes observing her surroundings calmly.

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      GENERAL: [biography]
      · CHERRYKIT | CHERRYPAW | CHERRYTAIL | ADDERSTAR
      · heterosexual | interested in smokestar | she / her
      · phys: 34 moons | ages every month
      · fearsome, take no crap leader of traditional thunderclan

      PHYSICAL: [reference]
      ★ MOGGY, 50% ORIENTAL LONGHAIR | health: 100%
      cinnamon spotted tabby w/h harlequinn white & amber eyes
      notably battle-scarred, medium fur length
      current injuries: none

      INTERACTION:
      · learned combatant, well trained | blind right eye
      · start fights | shows mercy situation-ally | will kill if necessary
      · speaks in #EFB293, thinks in [i]white

      · can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
      · all opinions are ic.
      [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#fff;font-size:10px;border-bottom:1px #fff solid;width:310px;height:11px;padding:0px;line-height:11px;]SO HERE WE GO, NOW YOU CAN JUDGE ME THOROUGHLY[/fancypost]<br />[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#FFAE6C;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;width:310px;padding:0px;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:1px]IT&#039;S TOO LATE FOR APOLOGIES ♡ ° .[/fancypost]<br />[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#fff;font-size:10px;border-top:1px #fff solid;width:310px;padding:0px;height:11px;line-height:16px;]TRAD. THUNDERCLAN LEADER / BOLD, LOGICAL, EFFICIENT[/fancypost]
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      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify] * Smoke had settled into his position easily. By the time Quietstar took his life he was already practically leading the clan, whether they thought of it that way or not. He was inexperienced and young, too young. Too young to deal with the backstabbing of his beloved friend and pushed into the position of leader. He was immature and didn't want to deal with it, yet, he did. He did because of the possibility. The possibility that Quietstar would return, and things would return as they were.

      He just wanted his friend back. He just wanted to live the life he'd wanted as deputy, taking the position swiftly and actually have the training a deputy should have.

      Here he was as leader, with a deputy he couldn't be more proud of, yet, it was impossible to move on from Quietstar's death. He still had that hollow feeling he'd grown so familiar to. He'd accepted it. He'd accepted that Quietstar was not coming back, but, still. He was numb. Often times he'd visit the cliff where Quietlark had jumped, hoping to find a better understanding to the emptiness inside but to no avail.
      He could have at least showed up during his ceremony. Only then would he feel resolved.

      He was.. happier, though. His dull eyes had shed their darkness and come anew with a glinting silver. They flashed the sunlight as he bounded across the frozen marsh, muscles moving smoother than ever beneath his ashen fur. He ran with a new grace that he hadn't before, like a liquid navigating through the snow. What drew him to the border was the scent of a familiar femme- Adderstar.

      Nosing his way past the reeds the leader dipped his head in greeting.
      "Hello, Adderstar," the words escaped his jaws, dripping with honey.
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    • Re: LOOK HOW FAR WE'VE COME | private

      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]What it was to be betrayed by a friend was something cold and small. It lanced deep into your chest, lingering there and leeching off off your sense of trust, your peace of mind, your happiness. She was familiar with the sensation, numb to it. Hopefully no one else would do the same, she wished the same for Smoke. What he'd received hadn't been deserved and the death of Quietlark had affected him some great deal.

      She disliked seeing him that way, hollow and vulnerable. He deserved better, and now he'd got it, she hoped that much aanyhow. Lifting her gold eyes up to flitting silver her expression eased into something hard to read perhaps but that wasn't a strange default for the white and red molly. More often than not she took up a more neutral set of features in favor of a smile or sneer. "Smokestar," she greeted cooly, her own words sweet and smooth not unlike his own, "it's good to see you, though I can't say I didn't seek you out."

      She rose to her paws then, aiming to brush his side with her tail in a friendly greeting if nothing more. "I trust you're settling well into leadership? Who did you name your deputy?"

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      GENERAL: [biography]
      · CHERRYKIT | CHERRYPAW | CHERRYTAIL | ADDERSTAR
      · heterosexual | interested in smokestar | she / her
      · phys: 34 moons | ages every month
      · fearsome, take no crap leader of traditional thunderclan

      PHYSICAL: [reference]
      ★ MOGGY, 50% ORIENTAL LONGHAIR | health: 100%
      cinnamon spotted tabby w/h harlequinn white & amber eyes
      notably battle-scarred, medium fur length
      current injuries: none

      INTERACTION:
      · learned combatant, well trained | blind right eye
      · start fights | shows mercy situation-ally | will kill if necessary
      · speaks in #EFB293, thinks in [i]white

      · can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
      · all opinions are ic.
      [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#fff;font-size:10px;border-bottom:1px #fff solid;width:310px;height:11px;padding:0px;line-height:11px;]SO HERE WE GO, NOW YOU CAN JUDGE ME THOROUGHLY[/fancypost]<br />[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#FFAE6C;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;width:310px;padding:0px;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:1px]IT&#039;S TOO LATE FOR APOLOGIES ♡ ° .[/fancypost]<br />[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#fff;font-size:10px;border-top:1px #fff solid;width:310px;padding:0px;height:11px;line-height:16px;]TRAD. THUNDERCLAN LEADER / BOLD, LOGICAL, EFFICIENT[/fancypost]
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      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify] * Smoke eyed her movements with pools of silver dancing across her frame. He let out a musical chuckle at her last inquiry. He didn't know what led him to laugh, but in a way it felt needed. His eyes moved to the sky for a brief moment before settling on Adder's glowing amber.
      "Cougartail," he announced finally, features blank but tone contradicting said blankness, "She has the smarts, determination, and cunning to do it." He felt confident in his choice.

      There were a few candidates on his mind, one being Palemoon. She was the seemingly obvious choice. She was smart and tactical, logical. She drew a lot of similarities to himself. What in the end led him to choose Cougar was her lack of respect to her superiors, and disregard for the warrior code. If he were to elect such a chaotic feline into the role.. she was too unpredictable. He needed someone dependable and flexible.

      His tail brushed her cheek in response to her own. Finally, a gesture so natural it lacked the usual robotic nature of his movements lately.
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      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]"A good choice." Agreed the harlequin molly as she relaxed under the brush of his tail. Yes, she had to remember she among friends here, safe, for once. "I have no doubt she'll serve you well." Something about the seemingly normal phrase seemed strange to her. Cunning, determination, was he as close with the huntress as he was herself? Perhaps he could humor her, maybe someday in the future they could find something in one another encouraged by the code.

      For some reason she really despised that thought, she was no fool of course, she knew why, but at this point she figured if she didn't mention it that it would go away. Surely. It'd been some moons since they'd first met, unfortunately it didn't appear to evaporating like mist did in the summer. Moreso it pooled, gathering moisture and dripping in a swiftly expanding puddle. The leader was half-convinced if she left it unattended or for some reason fed it that it'd end up a lake.

      "It's good to see you," she drawled finally, her tone cool and sweet, "And to hear you laughing again. You're much better to hang around when you're not hollow." The slightest hint of a smirk tugged at her maw then as she flicked her tail tip dismissively. "I have to admit a friendly face is a relief as of late."

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      GENERAL: [biography]
      · CHERRYKIT | CHERRYPAW | CHERRYTAIL | ADDERSTAR
      · heterosexual | interested in smokestar | she / her
      · phys: 34 moons | ages every month
      · fearsome, take no crap leader of traditional thunderclan

      PHYSICAL: [reference]
      ★ MOGGY, 50% ORIENTAL LONGHAIR | health: 100%
      cinnamon spotted tabby w/h harlequinn white & amber eyes
      notably battle-scarred, medium fur length
      current injuries: none

      INTERACTION:
      · learned combatant, well trained | blind right eye
      · start fights | shows mercy situation-ally | will kill if necessary
      · speaks in #EFB293, thinks in [i]white

      · can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
      · all opinions are ic.
      [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#fff;font-size:10px;border-bottom:1px #fff solid;width:310px;height:11px;padding:0px;line-height:11px;]SO HERE WE GO, NOW YOU CAN JUDGE ME THOROUGHLY[/fancypost]<br />[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#FFAE6C;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;width:310px;padding:0px;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:1px]IT&#039;S TOO LATE FOR APOLOGIES ♡ ° .[/fancypost]<br />[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#fff;font-size:10px;border-top:1px #fff solid;width:310px;padding:0px;height:11px;line-height:16px;]TRAD. THUNDERCLAN LEADER / BOLD, LOGICAL, EFFICIENT[/fancypost]
    • Re: LOOK HOW FAR WE'VE COME | private

      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify] * Smoke's oculars scrutinized her movements secretly, almost testing his newly acclaimed abilities of extreme focus. He looked across to her, examining her whiskers as they twitched with the movement of her muzzle. He let out a sigh of relaxation. It was nice. The crisp, cool air. The snow surrounding them and the silence of the river as it was frozen.

      It was truly a shame that the two always had to meet like this. At the border. It was too.. official. Like they were talking business or something. Yet, it was just small talk. Something he and his clanmates could do anytime. He tipped his craniumto the side at her next statement. To hear him laughing. Not being 'hollow'. He felt suddenly felt a bit of.. sympathy. It was the life of empathy emerging from within his body.
      "I apologize if I came off that way, I was really struggling at the time," he ended with another chuckle to keep things lighthearted, and to ignore the true darkness hidden within the words, "On the subject of deputies, how's yours? I'm curious about Mossflight as we've never formally met." Was he actually curious? It was an easy excuse to get a peak into Adderstar's.. personal life, should you call it that. It was jabbing at him. Surely the two spent a lot of time together.
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      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]The last life she'd gained had been the first she lost, the ability to have strength in adversity, something she, thankfully, hadn't needed. No, the molly had never been one to bend to peer pressure, to appeal emotionally when it was otherwise illogical. No, she'd always done the smart thing, the right thing. In her mind they went paw in paw. At his statement she flicked her tail tip, drawing up to sit by him, part of her brushing him as she shook her head lightly, "No need to apologize, you had every right to. I can't imagine the strength it took to deal with half of what you went through."

      In truth she was impressed, had something happened to that degree in ThunderClan she likely would have been much the same. They never had gotten it easy in the political eye, they'd weasled their way into being the clan of heart, the clan that took in outsiders without a second thought and was a pushover in all regards. No, for a ThunderClan leader to assert themselves was cold, tyrannical, and rude. The clan of feeling and moral obligation. That would be their brand no more. She had no obligation to anyone's bloody feelings and the outsiders served well to expand their ranks and gene pool, keeping the threat of inbreeding at bay like was often at risk with such colonies. Sunningrocks was their's, there would be no more leniency on trespassers. If the other's thought her cold then so be it, maybe she was a little frigid at the soul but she cared little of opinions.

      It was progress, her clan, those she cared about. They came first. Not the other clans' feelings. They'd soon learn that or she'd soon see to it they did. "Mossflight? She's excellent. Efficient, cunning, takes crap from no one and no thing. I'm glad to have her honestly, she has brains, something ThunderClan tends to... set aside to make room for their hearts.." It was frustrating to say the least. Her focus shifted then, to him, to his life. She wondered how RiverClan operated, if he had any friends there. Surely he did.

      "I think you'd get along well with her." That wasn't what she'd wanted to say but it was what was said, no, she wanted to prod, to inquire, to learn about him not his clan. "Are you close with anyone Smokestar?" Drawled the she-cat suddenly, her tone cool and demeanor relaxed in the quiet cold of the winter day.

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      GENERAL: [biography]
      · CHERRYKIT | CHERRYPAW | CHERRYTAIL | ADDERSTAR
      · heterosexual | interested in smokestar | she / her
      · phys: 34 moons | ages every month
      · fearsome, take no crap leader of traditional thunderclan

      PHYSICAL: [reference]
      ★ MOGGY, 50% ORIENTAL LONGHAIR | health: 100%
      cinnamon spotted tabby w/h harlequinn white & amber eyes
      notably battle-scarred, medium fur length
      current injuries: none

      INTERACTION:
      · learned combatant, well trained | blind right eye
      · start fights | shows mercy situation-ally | will kill if necessary
      · speaks in #EFB293, thinks in [i]white

      · can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
      · all opinions are ic.
      [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#fff;font-size:10px;border-bottom:1px #fff solid;width:310px;height:11px;padding:0px;line-height:11px;]SO HERE WE GO, NOW YOU CAN JUDGE ME THOROUGHLY[/fancypost]<br />[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#FFAE6C;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;width:310px;padding:0px;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:1px]IT&#039;S TOO LATE FOR APOLOGIES ♡ ° .[/fancypost]<br />[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-family:arial;color:#fff;font-size:10px;border-top:1px #fff solid;width:310px;padding:0px;height:11px;line-height:16px;]TRAD. THUNDERCLAN LEADER / BOLD, LOGICAL, EFFICIENT[/fancypost]
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      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify] * He let out a chuckle upon her response. He was glad that she had a good deputy, and his own was sure to prove most effective. In terms of his own clan, he had no problems with logical-thinking cats. It was what Riverclan was known for, aside from being stubborn and lazy. They were smart, generally, clever and witty. Of course there was always a couple who were feeling over thinking, but not enough to sway the tide.

      Her next question caused his ears to swivel to the side, a bodily act of curiosity, one of his lives. He was sure to not how she'd turned the conversation to him. Being well-versed, the leader picks up on these things. He's play along, but the burning desire to find out more about her remained. She was still very mysterious, despite their constant meets.
      "Of course- Ratbreath, Spiderfoot, Cougartail as well, he replied smoothly, his tail curling delicately at the tip, "Silentstorm is definitely somewhere, we've known each other since Quietstar was still Quietlark, although I'd say our relationship is more of a.. mutual respect. What about yourself?"
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      [justify]A shift of lean muscles beneath soot and jet, steel eyes blinking in calm. He'd noticed her shift of attention, the small slight of words. How acute of him. In her clan he'd be invauable, on her border he was insurmountable, a far better friend than foe. Strangely enough she didn't like thinking of the political side of their relationship. Not in their frequent meets that was.

      She processed the names and recognized a few, Spiderfoot, a lean, powerful she-cat, Cougartail, efficient, cunning, Ratbrearh, spoke her mind assuredly. Silentstorm, she knew that name well enough having met them on several occasions. "I am the first of ThunderClan's leaders to lead by logic instead of my heart in moons... that being said I have few friends. Daisystem, my half sister is kind but we are not particularly close. Mossflight I'd say is whom I'm closest to besides you." The white and firebrand femme admitted with a shrug, knowing full well the path she took would not be an easy one.

      With sickness taking the lives of her clan by force she could afford no less. A weariness seemed to slip into the she-cat's calm facade and her gaze shifting towards her territory before she twitched an ear and returned her attention to the tom.
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      opinions ic | "speech" | primary character

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      GENERAL:
      · ADDERSTAR | SHE-CAT []
      · heterosexual | interested in smokestar | she / her
      · phys: 35 moons | ages every month
      · fearsome, take no crap leader of traditional thunderclan
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      PHYSICAL: [reference] [scar reference]
      ★ [abbr=F2 SAVANNAH (♀) x ORIENTAL LONGHAIR (♂)]F3 SAVANNAH[/abbr] | health: 100%
      tall, broad-shouldered she-cat with forward facing, rounded ears that are servaline in nature. her features are exotic and sloped not unlike that of a oriental longhair, also in resemblence to the breed she has medium length fur with her main body sporting a shorter, sleek coat and her tail foxing out to be more long-furred. she's a cinnamon spotted tabby with white covering most of her body except for her tail, ears, and some spots on her rump. set in her skull are narrow amber eyes and a massive scar runs the length of her body.
      notably battle-scarred, defined muscles
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      INTERACTION:
      · learned combatant, well trained | blind right eye
      · start fights | shows mercy situation-ally | will kill if necessary
      · speaks in white, thinks in #FFAE6C
      · can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
      · all opinions are ic.
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      ——— A FIRE IN HER EYES, A STORM IN HER SOUL ———
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      IN GENERAL
      ★ spiderfoot — she/her pronouns — called 'spiderlegs' — physically: 21 moons
      ★ biromantic bisexual — generation 1 — single — monogamous
      ★ warrior of riverclan — part of the salt squad — 'the salt queen' — true neutral

      APPEARANCE ( x )
      — sleek brown mottled molly with olive-green optics [bengal x moggy mix]
      — long-legged and pretty
      major injuries deep gash on chest, throat scars [healed]
      minor injuries nicked right ear [healed]
      — tv tropes: Deadpan Snarker, The Cynic, Jerk With a Heart of Gold

      INTERACTION
      ★ physically: hard, mentally: medium
      ★ attack in italicized & bolded CCECDA
      ★ hub
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      [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 440px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify] * He'd give her a taste of his personal life, this once. She moved the topic back to him, after all.

      Smoke raised an eyebrow upon her response. The first one in moons? From his experience they usually didn't end well. Take Quietstar for example. If he'd only seen the illogical decisions he was making by getting together with Sheogorath, they'd be in a better place. Smokestar would be Smokebreath, and Quietstar would still be alive, leading the clan to a prosperous future, and not leaving a war-torn clan, damaged, sick, and scarred for Smokestar to fix. Fix his mistakes.

      But the clan was growing by the moon, new joiners regulated by himself and Cougartail, and the clan getting more and more healthy. He would not bring it up, though. He chuckled. "Your second closest friend is someone from another clan?" he teased with a playful smirk upon his dangerous jaws. Another natural move so foreign to him, and so contrasting compared to his usual robotic self. He wasn't awkward, more mechanical. Automatic. Precise. It wasn't often he could act so carelessly without thinking.
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