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    SPIRIT

    my head's above the water


    He was brave, he was strong.


    At least, that's what he told himself.


    Spirit sat in a corner of the camp, his head on his paws. It was times like these, random times, where he missed his family dearly. Well, not his immediate family, of course.


    "Spirit, get on over here! Get away from the humans!"


    His mother looked around for her son.


    "But Mom, isn't that runt better off by himself? If the humans catch him it's not the end of the world. He deserves to be paved over." Chomp, Spirit's brother, inquired.


    Spirit's mom paused for a moment, and sighed, her white fur ruffling in the wind. Then she laughed. "Oh yes,
    oh yes. Spirit has been nothing but a burden to me since I gave birth to him. I asked for one cub. Simply one. And what is so wrong with a white bear having a black bear cub?
    Chomp, you're a rarity!"     She nuzzled him.


    Meanwhile, Spirit was in trouble of his own as he got picked up by a claw.


    "Animals are such a waste of my time. They just...get in my way."


    The kermode bear cub was moved to the back of the short, dull blond-haired human.
    He was worried. This human was going to pave his home, his family! Along with her dumb tall assistant!


    It was lucky a tall skinny girl with a square-looking backpack on her back latched onto his claw and swung it towards the human whom had saved him. Martin.


    He remembered it so distinctly.


    It was all over in a flash. With the help of Martin, and another human whom was his brother, both dressed up in blue and green bear costumes respectively, Spirit was freed, and the bad humans went away.


    Later, as Martin and his brother, whom Spirit now knew was Chris, pounded the pavement,
    breaking it up, Spirit ran to his mom.


    "Mom, I got saved!"


    "But you didn't do anything to save yourself, did you?" Spirit's mom was unaware that he couldn't have done anything, gripped by a claw and dangling midair. "Come, my son."


    Chomp, Mom and Spirit made their way over to a corner far away from the pounding humans.


    Moments later Spirit was left with emotional scars.


    "I raised a son more foul than a poisoned salmon." she scoffed,
    her final words echoing as she and moved away.


    "B-but Mom!" he cried. But Mom never answered him, or did Chomp.


    A few minutes passed. Spirit wandered until he came across another spirit bear. She had a black bear cub. But it wasn't Mom and Chomp.


    Maybe this could be my new family!


    He climbed on top of the spirit bear. Surely this new Mom wouldn't mind if he joined her family, no?


    Sighing as he settled down on the bear's head, he was happy. He finally had peace and a new family.


    He closed his eyes and fell asleep, dreaming of happier days.


    And indeed they were.


    Spirit was adopted by a new mother and a new brother who loved and raised him.


    But that didn't mean he was happy.


    Sighing, he closed his eyes, trying to relive the memories in his head over and over again.


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    REVOLVING DOORS // WHAT HAVE I DONE?

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%] 2d was lucky that he had loving parents, or something similar to that. he knew that most other people had very sad lives with parents, with parents that didn't care about them at all. so instead of trying to be an asshole to everyone, 2d was just nice, trying to get everyone to forget any bad pasts. now was no different.


    the domestic would pad over, a small frown on his features. "uhm.." 2d knew that he was a weakling himself. but maybe he could cheer this person up while his brain was still working properly. "yew seem to be sad. is somefing okay?"

    SPIRIT

    my head's above the water


    He opened his eyes and shifted his gaze up. He was looking into the eyes of the same feline he'd seen a few times before but didn't know his name. "I suppose not." he rumbled. "I just...miss my family, is all.
    Which is quite odd, considering how they treated me."


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman][color=#e6ccff] Violeteyes was in camp, where she was most of the time. She didn't have the energy she had when she was younger to be out and about all of the time. The elder watched, blinking quickly.


    [color=white]"Are you a bear?"[color=#e6ccff] she asked, shocked. She could remember when it was odd to have dog in the clans - a bear? This was crazy.
    [color=white] violeteyes - elder - blizzardclan

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]It was Violeteyes, rather than Spirit, who attracted Nathaniel's attention. Tossing the elderly cat a surprised look, he asked, "You've never met a bear before?" Neither had Fadingmoon, when she'd first come, and so many of BlizzardClan's customs had been strange to him when he'd first arrived, but to be surprised by a bear! That seemed almost unnatural.


    Almost as an afterthought, the tall serval turned his attention to Spirit. "That's probably normal," he allowed. Nate hadn't thought of his family in a long time—it had been years since he'd last seem them. "How long ago did you leave them?"

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    IT'S HARD TO TAKE — gingerbread — blizzardclan — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Similar to Spirit, Gingerbread didn't miss his immediate family either. Why should he have missed them when they had left him on their own accord? His father had a little leeway as he hadn't even met the male yet and didn't know what their circumstances had been, but his mother on the other paw, didn't. She had abandoned him simply because she wasn't able to handle raising a child and wanted to get rid of all of her responsibilities. In his eyes, she had been a lazy coward. She wasn't considered his real mother, but a biological mother. Her only job had been to give birth to him. The one that had taken care of the rest was his adopted mother, Cassandra. So no, he didn't miss his birth mother. He missed the woman that adopted him as her own; the one who cared more about him than his actual mother had. Cassandra was pretty much his spirit bear. She hadn't ever said anything about regretting adopting him and had never called him her adopted son. Something he loved about the female serval had been that it didn't matter if he was related to her or not. In her opinion, blood was not necessarily thicker than water. He was just thankful that Cassandra had never had second thoughts about taking him in. That was one reason why he couldn't stand when women wanted children. What was the point when they were just going to end up wanting to disown them anyways? Didn't they pity the child at all? It was just a blessing that Spirit had been taken into a loving family, just like he had.


    Violeteyes wasn't the only one that hadn't seen a bear; Gingerbread hadn't either. Minus the ones he had seen in his picture books, he had never met one in real life. That was why the serval was so shocked when he came across Spirit. His pale optics rounded in size as he bounded over to join the Blizzardclanners in the conversation they were having with the bear. "Wow! You're a bear, a real life bear!" he cried out as he pointed a forepaw at the male. Today must have been his lucky day. He caught Spirit's remark about missing his family and held back a snort. "I certainly don't," he thought in spite. The only creature he missed right now was Cassandra. Thinking about his adopted mother made him wonder about how she was doing. He hoped she was healthy, happy, and safe even without him by her side. The spotted boy wondered if she missed him as much as he did. Gingerbread continued to stare in awe at Spirit, before he was interrupted by Nathaniel's comment. He hadn't seen a bear either? Did that make him and Violeteyes the weird ones? Weren't bears supposed to be rare? He waited for Spirit to answer the other serval's questions. As soon as they finished doing this, he went on to introduce himself. "Sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Gingerbread Xerses. Pleasure to meet you, mate!" he purred, enthusiastically shaking Spirit's paw.


    SPIRIT

    my head's above the water


    Spirit's gaze shifted towards Nathaniel, a fellow he had yet to meet. "Oh, many years ago. When I was a cub." he spoke. "My mother and brother treated me so bad I went to find another family to live with. I'm quite lucky they took me in." Sometimes, Spirit thought of his mother, growing up. Was she happy he was gone? Sad? And what about his brother? The questions stirred in his mind.


    His train of thought was interrupted by Gingerbread. He looked similar to Pierce, in a way, but a bit lighter infer color. He introduced himself as Gingerbread Xerses. The only last name he had heard was "Kratt" or something of the like, likely belonging to Chris and Martin, the spirit bear now realized. As the serial shook his paw, he smiled and chuckled. "It's a pleasure, Gingerbread. I am, indeed, a bear." Perhaps none of these creatures had ever seen a bear before. It sure seemed like it.


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