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  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Her own blood had run thin; whoever was related to her no longer was of her concern, disappearing between cracks of the earth and retreating into their own minds. However close she'd once thought they were seemed to not be the case in the present. Her own blood siblings had families of their own, or simply moved on, while Spider remained prideful and thrived in her freedom. She had no kittens to tie her down, no mate to remain faithful to: nothing, and she was just fine about it. The warrior was within her prime, not fresh into adulthood but close enough, so of course there was time to think about starting a family — and knowing Spiderfoot, that proposal would never cross her mind.


    At the cusp of dawn, the slim warrior slipped out of the warriors' den, stray strands of feathers from her nest still clinging to her pelt. Unlike usual, hunger was not a prime motivator for the bengal's early rise, instead a need for the morning's fresh air. Then, no one was awake, or if they were, out on dawn patrol or sitting quietly within their dens. Slinking towards the entrance of camp, she took a seat and began grooming herself, enjoying the silence of camp and sense of being alone ... for now.


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    updated 1/06

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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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    Mornings were the perfect chance to catch someone off-guard. Not many felines expected a dawn attack while they were still groggy from the clutches of deep sleep. Mornings were good for the young kit, he was almost always up before the sun was, before his siblings were. They were boring, yelling at him to go back to sleep or go play on his own. As of now, playing alone meant talking to himself, or finding an older Riverclanner to torture with his "fun" activities. The latter ended up being the activity of young Jaggedkit's choice.




    The sight of a lone warrior at the edge of camp caused the kit to freeze. Prey. The silver tabby dropped into what he believed to be a proper hunting crouch and inched forward. Due to inexperience it was almost certain he would get caught unless the bengal mix was too preoccupied. After the kit had inched close enough, he attempted to pounce at her brown and gold tail with a feral look in his pale green optics. Whether he was successful or not, he would roll to the side and bounce up to his paws again.




    Jaggedkit eyed her with a humored look, glancing between the molly's stray feathers and her gaze. "Are you by any chance preparing to fly some time today?" he cracked a smile as he went on. "I've never seen a cat fly before, I think that would be a real treat!" Obviously his tone was on the sarcastic side, but it was a bit more hidden than intended.




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