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    HAUNTEDPAW


    The girl was laying in the moonlight. Her normal pelt was changed by the moonlight. The once beautiful female turning into a black mess. White skeleton markings turning her into a skeleton in the darkness. She was used to this fact, it was one of her powers, unfortunately. Pelt color manipulation, most would call it. Yet, she had no control over this effect. No, she was a skeleton by night and a normal female by day. That was the life she was forced to live.



    (c)trexgirl


    Toxicwaste was envious of his child's power to manipulate her pelt, though he didn't know that she was not in control of such an ability. His pelt, more specifically his colors, just didn't pop. Black and gray? Jesus, wasn't he such the stereotypical emo kid? His unusual zig-zag markings that seemed to only impact his torso, though, did add an original touch to his fur pattern, so that was alright. But he found Hauntedpaw's skeletal appearance by night to be truly mesmerizing and intriguing.


    "Pleasant evening, isn't it?" the feline meowed, offering her a warm smile as any other father would. He had an unknown weak spot of sorts for children. Especially his children. It was true that he hadn't a care for others, but there were a few exceptions. Family was instantly one, unless he had a falling-out with them. An example was Venta's former partner Lihim, who he had never taken a liking to at all, especially after he harmed Tox's brother, Radio.



    Cyrus' fur had once been an interesting colour- back when he was a nyari, dark gray speckled with vibrant pink spots from his head down to the tip of his tail. He'd been proud of it- but the body he was left with now just wasn't the same. It was a plain feline form, long-furred ginger with a few patches of white. Ordinary. The skeletal pattern on the apprentice's pelt, however, were certainly unique. So was the way that Toxicwaste spoke to her, a genuinely pleasant smile unlike his normal formality. Were they friends, perhaps? Maybe family?


    He had to agree with Tox's statement though, the summer evening was wonderful, warm and moonlit. It seemed like the perfect night for an event of some kind- if only he could have known in advance.

    "Mm, it is a nice night," he agreed from where he stood a little distance away.

    HAUNTEDPAW


    The first to arrive on the scene was her father. She wouldn't even pretend that she was surprised, though. The young female was sure he knew where she was at all times. The female would lift her head a bit and look over her father. She had no idea that he envied her pelt changing as it did. No, she only knew that he was a living shadow in her eyes. She was not thrilled with her pelt changing on its own, and in fact, envied her father. Her pelt was not normal no matter the time of day. By day she was a dark red with white blotches all over her pelt. By night, she was a black with skeleton markings. Who would love her pelt? She longed to be normal like her dad. Craved his normal looks.


    "Father." She offered with a twist of her tail. Then, she would answer him. "When is it ever? It is fine, if you like the evening hours. Though, with my curse, I am not fond of the night." She admits as she closed her chocolate eyes. The female would flick her tail tip and then look over at the next to show up. Her eyes opening sharply as she took in the next face. Was she that amusing to them? A freak show for them all? That thought made her frown a bit. She was not going to pretend to like that idea. She was not here for their amusement.


    "I must admit, you both look like you enjoy this night time thing. Is that when all the fun happens? Am I missing out on all the parties because of the night? Don't tell me that!" She offered as she tried to seem more friendly in nature. No need to be rude, no?



    (c)trexgirl


    Toxicwaste actually didn't keep a protective eye over his child—generally he'd let her come and go as she'd like, and he didn't bother lingering just behind her. She was of apprentice-age, and he trusted her to make responsible decisions without him looming behind like a phantom (despite that fact that Hauntedpaw would probably grow to be taller than he was).


    One's appearance never really bothered him, and her drastic shifting of patterns and colors weren't strange in his eyes. He wouldn't call her a freakshow or circus clown, and not just because he was her sole parent who was meant to support their child. It was just...nothing in his eyes. What really mattered was the kind of person she'd grow to be—hopefully not a man like him, who held the most devious acts behind the Rift's back to protect his reputation. "I wouldn't call them parties. It's just a still night," the feline replied, arching a hidden eyebrow as he took a seat before Hauntedpaw. "Though a party would sound interesting..." The Rift needed life breathed into it, and he flashed a quick glance to Cyrus before turning back. They were trying, all of them. He knew it. He frowned at her remarks regarding her pelt. "One should never judge a book by its cover. Your looks shouldn't matter. You matter, dear."



    HAUNTEDPAW


    Haunterpaw was not really worried about her choices. The child was grown, in her eyes, and if her dad shadowed her, he shadowed her. She would do as she pleased anyways, but that was just how she was. She loved her dad, no mater how she acted. The girl would tilt her head a bit as he spoke.


    She had no idea how he felt about pelts until now. She had to disagree with him, though. She felt like she was a show for them. She wouldn't admit that, though. Looks opened the door for a person. Or, so she thought. It was how she felt about everything. She was a cursed beast in a land where looks mattered. So, she had to disagree for once. "A party would be fun though. We should have one. Get a bit wild, yeah?" She offered with a bright look in her eyes now. She would continue to lay there as she looked to the leader with calm eyes. Maybe he could give the okay and she could go nuts. She could have a themed party. "My pelt is not as great as yours. Looks open doors, no?" She asked with a tilt of her head.


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    (c)trexgirl


    They were father and daughter? Cyrus would have thought he was a bit young to be a father, but then again, Cyrus hadn't been much older than him when he'd fathered his own kits. He seemed to be doing a good job at fatherhood though, from the way they interacted. Better than Cyrus had managed to do.


    It had been a while since the Rift had held a party on their territory, not since the event with the Skulls a few weeks ago...

    "A party would be nice," Cyrus agreed. "Whether it's just the Rifters or inviting other groups, it'd be nice to have a little event going on, when the nights have been so warm like this." Cyrus was always a bit of a night owl, and there was a certain something about nighttime parties that the day just didn't match.