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    she was cold, but she bit her tongue. if she started complaining about the cold, azaleakit would to - and [i]it's chilly[/i] would turn into it's so cold i'm going to die let me write out my will acacia, and the feline wasn't in any mood to deal with a temper tantrum.


    did she blame her mother for dying? no. but did she resent her for it? certainly. that crazy loner had taken herself and her sister, and just as soon as azaleakit could walk, they'd run away. the feline had been absolutely batty, talking about the will of starclan, how brindlestar just had to die - her sister had picked out the less gory parts and chosen to believe them, but acaciakit wasn't that gullible. when you died, that was it. gone. zip. nada.


    'starclan' was the product of a fear of death. a fear of the inevitable nothingness, the big black abyss that was doomed to swallow up every one of them. starclan was what came out of cowardice, and acaciakit had faced her demons. she'd stared down bigger and badder things than any cat, she'd given up her childhood to raise azaleakit, and she'd never learned to fear because of it. because fear was inconvenient, fear would have left her curled up in a cave somewhere, terrified of sunlight and moonlight alike.


    so acaciakit bit her tongue as she stood at the border, black fur dusted and tipped with white snow, waiting for the next patrol to saunter on by.



    [spoiler=1/03/2016][size=8]GENERAL:
    acaciakit | cisgender female
    five moons | ages double time | 7th & 22nd
    kit of traditional darkclan
    good huntress | poor fighter | good tracker


    APPEARANCE:
     health: 100%
    black longhair | abnormally tall | yellow eyes
    no scarring or injuries


    PERSONALITY:
    mature, dependable, honest, stern, intelligent
    cold, unaffectionate, blunt, hard, literal
     all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: 
    brindlestar x cherrystar | gen 3
    littermate of azaleakit
    single | crushing on n/a | homosexual
    mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION:
    attack in bolded #D59D9E
    physically moderate | mentally difficult
    may powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    no kill/maim | pm for plots

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    while her littermate seemed insistent on tolerating the cold, azaleakit, in spite of her paws feeling numb and seemingly every drop of snow heading straight through her fur and at her skin, was in a trance. downy white drops fell through the darkness and she scuffled about the area, knowing better than to stray too far from her sister, trying to catch them, imagining them to be small birds, herself a fierce huntress.


    "fear me, birds, for i am the fierce azaleakit!" she howled over the wind and pounced again, erupting into a mass of giggles. this was how she was, how she'd always been; the runt, the little one, the baby. acaciakit had grown up quickly, so azaleakit didn't have to. she retained a wonder, a curiosity, an imagination that her sister had seemingly lost at birth. as far as the petite black feline was concerned, she saw no reason to ever grow up, to ever lose that hope, that wonder of life.


    she saw no reason to stop being happy without reason.



    [spoiler=1/03/2016][size=8]GENERAL:
    azaleakit | cisgender female
    five moons | ages double time | 7th & 22nd
    kit of traditional darkclan
    poor huntress | poor fighter | poor tracker


    APPEARANCE:
     health: 100%
    black longhair | petite | yellow eyes
    no scarring or injuries


    PERSONALITY:
    imaginative, curious, kind, socialite, lover
    childish, overly trusting, emotional, ditsy, recidivist
     all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: 
    brindlestar x cherrystar | gen 3
    littermate of acaciakit
    single | crushing on n/a | heterosexual
    mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION:
    attack in bolded #DAC5E3
    physically moderate | mentally difficult
    may powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    no kill/maim | pm for plots

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    S i b b l i n g t r a c k
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Cherrystar believed in a StarClan, though if he hadn't been Clanborn, he'd have possibly been a lot more cynical towards the idea of religion. Religion had always been a frail topic so easily criticised but hated for. It was difficult to settle a direct definition of it without many disagreeing. It was true that religion was born out of a curiosity of what happened after death, created through the act of ritual over time surrounding the bodies of those who had passed. It was what gave birth to the idea of a soul or spiritual realm, and that again ran towards the idea of life after death. It was a fear many had that one day they would disappear and fade in time with history. The flame point wouldn't exactly say he was afraid of death, but he was afraid of what his death would mean.
     
    Nevertheless, it was also born as a spiritual explanation of what came to be in the physical overworld. When lightning struck a cat, believers would say it was a sign of StarClan. A warning through a terrible tongue. But something Cherrystar had long learnt was that cats would believe in anything if their life was built over unstable ground, shaking at their every steps and signalling misfortune at every corner. It was like his hallucinations. The fresh pain of it all was like thunder, rumbling at every wave of sickening voices and trembling figures. At the reminder of it, he held his breath.


    What would Thrushmumble say if he told him he was getting nowhere near to getting better? How would the Clan react when he told them his mind was infected by the poison known as madness?


    Sometimes it took the flame point a while to notice he was following a scent. It had become almost normal that the male would first ignore what would waft towards his nose, unsure if what he was sensing was even physically there. Sometimes he found himself stalking after air. But it was different now. He could hear an unfamiliar voice rebound from the trees and to his ears, and by the sound of it - a kit. He quietly approached, careful to keep his paws from sinking in the snow. It didn't seem like there was just one child present. No, there was two. Two kittens with pelts as dark as the abyss of his mind.


    "The forest isn't safe at this time," he said, he was neither loud or quiet - but still his voice seemed to resonate. Maybe it was just him.
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    "leave the snow alone, az. it's too cold to waste energy." she told her littermate, not scolding but certainly disapproving. who knew how long the wait could be - no point in wasting energy that could be used for warmth, who knew how long they could be out in the cold.


    but a tom approached and gave a wary warning, and acaciakit immediately went on the defensive. "the world isn't safe, sir. we're, uh, looking for darkclan." she explained, whiskers plastered across her face as another gust of wind blew.


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    [spoiler=1/03/2016][size=8]GENERAL:
    acaciakit | cisgender female
    five moons | ages double time | 7th & 22nd
    kit of traditional darkclan
    good huntress | poor fighter | good tracker


    APPEARANCE:
     health: 100%
    black longhair | abnormally tall | yellow eyes
    no scarring or injuries


    PERSONALITY:
    mature, dependable, honest, stern, intelligent
    cold, unaffectionate, blunt, hard, literal
     all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: 
    brindlestar x cherrystar | gen 3
    littermate of azaleakit
    single | crushing on n/a | homosexual
    mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION:
    attack in bolded #D59D9E
    physically moderate | mentally difficult
    may powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    no kill/maim | pm for plots

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    .MAKE T H E  S A C R I F I C E

     

    WHO BUT I IS SUITABLE?

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He raised a figurative brow at the two kits, surveying them carefully. It seemed like it was one of those situations where one of them was dominant over the other, although he could see why when he watched one of the kits seem to play around in the snow. He guessed someone had to take initiative, and that someone happened to be the one to reply to him first. It wasn't a bad reply, but still avoiding the point he had mentioned. He was referring to the fog, and the twolegs, and the coyotes. Some territories were safer than others, and DarkClan wasn't one of them.


    "Well congratulations, you made it to DarkClan," he mewed, then took a second moment of thought to properly process the feline's comment. The world wasn't safe, she said. And that referred to the obvious he had overlooked. They were looking for safety, or at least a place of shelter. Of course. He guessed he was falling into the habit of thinking too narrow-mindedly. "Are you two looking to stay here or are you possibly here for directions?"
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    before the fem could bite back some reply about her littermate being an old grinch, a tom apptoached and began to speak with her littermate. they'd gone over this quite a few times, how they were to behave well and how she, more specifically, was to keep her mouth shut. but this tom, she was sure he must know their father, or knew their mother.


    after all, acaciakit had made them out to be very important - she'd used fancy terms, something about new names, but she hadn't bothered much with that nonsense. she just wanted to find her family, perhaps someone a little more... happy than her littermate.


    turning a delighted smile to the much larger tom, she began to sniff him curiously. "acaciakit can be such a humbug someyimes, honestly - but i promise, she's noy all bad one you know her! my name's azaleakit, mister, and we're here. our momma, she was a leader here, you see - brindlestar! and our father, cherrynosr, was the, uh... deputy, i think that was the right word. some wicked lady took us when we were born, she'd led some nasty dog right to our mother to insure her death, you see, and, well, we've spent quite a bit of time trying to find our way back here. please let up stay - our dad, surely he'd take care of us. that's what fathers do, right?" she turned wide eyes, terribly innocent to the datkness of the world, onto the tom.


    she was hopeful, optimistic, like a dandelion growing between the cracks in concrete. she was so terribly tired of the cold, and the not knowing, and the longing for someone other than her sister to boss her around. she wanted everything acaciakit had promised, a clan.



    [spoiler=1/03/2016][size=8]GENERAL:
    azaleakit | cisgender female
    five moons | ages double time | 7th & 22nd
    kit of traditional darkclan
    poor huntress | poor fighter | poor tracker


    APPEARANCE:
     health: 100%
    black longhair | petite | yellow eyes
    no scarring or injuries


    PERSONALITY:
    imaginative, curious, kind, socialite, lover
    childish, overly trusting, emotional, ditsy, recidivist
     all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: 
    brindlestar x cherrystar | gen 3
    littermate of acaciakit
    single | crushing on n/a | heterosexual
    mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION:
    attack in bolded #DAC5E3
    physically moderate | mentally difficult
    may powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    no kill/maim | pm for plots

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]They reminded him of yin and yang. Not the stereotypical good balanced with evil, but the more fun flamboyant one balanced with the more serious and responsible one of the two. He could tell immediately with the way they behaved and the way Acaciakit would scold her sister for her brighter attitude. She was almost quite dark in his opinion, dark for a kit. But life alone and struggling to survive could do it to anyone. Someone had to stay stern and focused in that situation. His gaze softened slightly at the thought. What would he have done if he was alone in the elements? With his current personality, he knew that he would be more cynical, more hating towards the kindness of others. He would never be able to open his heart to Clan life. Everyone was different to others he supposed.


    Then the other sibling seemed to face him, smiling and trying to make his scent recognisable as she sniffed. She seemed to jump straight in with the talking, trying to justify her sister's personality as she introduced herself. Azaleakit. Their names matched. Whoever their mother was must have been good at naming. Cher knew that he'd never be able to come up with something so creative. He was more down to earth over starry-eyed.


    His heart felt as if it were about to drop from foxlengths in height, hearing them mention the name Brindlestar, claiming she was their mother. And for a moment, he almost choked over her words. '...our father, Cherrynose...' He didn't even recall having children with the former leader, but then he soon realised. It had been that one night, hadn't it? Trying to comfort each other and give each other company. Being tired never worked well with his mind as he held onto his deadpan expression. Still, he clenched his teeth.


    Azaleakit continued to speak, mentioning the events which led up to Brindlestar's death. He almost wished Thrushmumble was here to listen, hear out what Brindlestar's children had to say. Had they been around when the medicine cat was being delusional, the male would have been saved a lot of trouble. He hadn't killed her, but there were still some cats who suspected it to be the case.


    There was a shaky breath. He felt too awkward trying to tell them he was their father, too awkward to give them an overemotional display. He just wasn't that type. "You two may stay. Even if I was against the joining of kits, it's against the warrior code to deny children who are in danger," he stated, keeping himself as distanced to the current situation as possible. He had no idea how to break it to the two as he continued, "That's not to say you two aren't able to look after yourselves, but like Acaciakit said - the world isn't safe."


    But he couldn't avoid it forever. How would they react if he kept it quite the whole time? He released a sharp exhale. "My name is Cherrystar, by the way," he said after gesturing to them to follow him. He would lead them into the tunnels of their camp and bring them towards the storage dens. They must have been starving. Leaf bare, after all, was difficult. Even if they weren't dying from hunger, it would be good for them to have some extra food as a reward for staying alive. "...I have no idea how to be a father."
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    each word that escaped the toms lips made her heart pound with anxiety and hope, filling her veins with a thrill and excitement. immediately, she gave a poorly suppressed squeal of joy, gaze shifting to her sister, who she proded happily.


    "oh, isn't that just grand, acacia? i told you they couldn't deny the daughters of a leader and a deputy. we'll be spectacular, the best warriors the clans have ever seen!" she squealed, the idea of having clans and cats chanting her name. on, she'd be adored by everyone! they'd all love her, love her imagination, which had been rather underappreciated in recent moons.


    turning to the strange tom, mind in the clouds and not putting the pieces together, she smiled at the tom and began to trail after him. "oh, i can't wait to get to the camp! what's it like, sir? is the whole territory really this foggy?" she seemed to rambled as she walked, brows quirked in curiosity, wanting to know everything about this clan and this strange tom.



    [spoiler=1/03/2016][size=8]GENERAL:
    azaleakit | cisgender female
    five moons | ages double time | 7th & 22nd
    kit of traditional darkclan
    poor huntress | poor fighter | poor tracker


    APPEARANCE:
     health: 100%
    black longhair | petite | yellow eyes
    no scarring or injuries


    PERSONALITY:
    imaginative, curious, kind, socialite, lover
    childish, overly trusting, emotional, ditsy, recidivist
     all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: 
    brindlestar x cherrystar | gen 3
    littermate of acaciakit
    single | crushing on n/a | heterosexual
    mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION:
    attack in bolded #DAC5E3
    physically moderate | mentally difficult
    may powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    no kill/maim | pm for plots

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    acaciakit watched her sister chat away with an everpresent, ever-critical expression. she was hesitant to trust this tom at first, hesitant to let her sister near him, until he introduced himself. cherrystar. while azaleakit wasn't bright enough to put the pieces together, acaciakit realized it almost immeditely, long legs easily putting her in step beside him, brows still furrowed, gaze still mistrusting.


    "when a leader dies, the deputy becomes the leader and takes on a new suffix."she observed aloud, eyes slowly narrowing as she tried to imagine this brooding tom as her father. hm, maybe it wasn't that far off. "you're our father, then. you're cherrynose. or, cherrystar now." she inquired, pausing for a moment to make the observation before hurrying along once more.



    [spoiler=1/03/2016][size=8]GENERAL:
    acaciakit | cisgender female
    five moons | ages double time | 7th & 22nd
    kit of traditional darkclan
    good huntress | poor fighter | good tracker


    APPEARANCE:
     health: 100%
    black longhair | abnormally tall | yellow eyes
    no scarring or injuries


    PERSONALITY:
    mature, dependable, honest, stern, intelligent
    cold, unaffectionate, blunt, hard, literal
     all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: 
    brindlestar x cherrystar | gen 3
    littermate of azaleakit
    single | crushing on n/a | homosexual
    mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION:
    attack in bolded #D59D9E
    physically moderate | mentally difficult
    may powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    no kill/maim | pm for plots

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Azaleakit seemed to have bees in her brain, or she was at least a lot more airheaded than the other cats he had met in his life. He sighed as he led them into the storage den, poking around some freshkill then pulled out a squirrel for the two to share. His head turned to the happy-go-lucky fem. "Well the fog is always here, but it's only this bad during leafbare or rare occasions," he stated with a roll of his shoulders, shrugging without much thought. He avoided reacting to her earlier comment about being grand, he had enough Raccoonpaw's.


    The male's ears would perk when Acaciakit spoke up, his head turning to the fem but avoiding direct eye contact. She had definitely been listening and taking things into account - smart kid. "That's me, but I'm the worse father anyone can get," he said, keeping as casual as possible. "The least I can do for you two is support." He couldn't provide things such as love, it just physically wasn't possible.
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