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    shockingly, palemoon had been young once. more than that, she'd been young with power.


    being the daughter of two leaders could get you places. quietstar gave her free reign over riverclan, and sheogorath gave her free reign over bloodclan. she'd crossed borders at her will, she'd done as she pleased. but at their demise, came her own. she was forced into reality, that she was a warrior, that she had to follow rules. but she'd never listened well, and she'd gone to bloodclan with this realization.


    the feline sat under her favorite little tree in the park, watching the sunset with it's pollution caused colors, a sigh escaping her lips as her gray gaze watched the colors cast upon her usually gray world.

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    Andromeda was rather frustrated. Lately, after her talk with Dee, she'd been trying to teach herself to hunt and fight, the latter a lot easier said than done. In the past, the silky tabby and white she-kit had tried hunting rats in the warehouse, but to no avail. She was clumsy somewhere in her form, she knew that much, because she always approached things silently like Lester did. Each paw step wasn't compared to a shadow, as Lester's was though. Definitely nothing dark and brooding. Instead, each step was like a cloud, airy and graceful. Andy had asked for Dee's assistance a while back, he'd seemed to be the one who brought the subject up after all, but he had yet to comment on anything she'd tried.


    A few hours ago, the kit had tried her luck outside, but had caught nothing but more aggravation. The tawny molly grumbled curses under her breath, long since giving up on the prospect of hunting. How was she supposed to be independent when she couldn't even care for herself! She'd scrawny and ugly if she kept at the scraps and kind sharing. Stomping through the park on her way back to the warehouse, Andy paused at the sight and smell of a cat she'd never met. It was a young warrior, scent smelling of both of the forest and BloodClan. Befuddled, Andromeda padded nonchalantly towards such a serene looking feline.


    "Hello? Miss? You happen to be on BloodClan territory, if you weren't aware," the silky child commented blankly, blinking up at the older cat with narrowed sage optics.[/fancypost]


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