Its Obvious To Me || Splatter

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    The strange one of her litter. Small, thin, and missing the long fur that ran in her family, it was quite clear Vixen didn't belong. She knew it, her father knew it, her siblings knew it, and she, quite honestly, did not care. She thought she was beautiful, thought she could rule the world one day with how hard she trained to be better. How she was smarter, faster, and wouldn't take shit from her family. She was a leader. She knew it.


    She inhaled, staring up at the meeting spot with shining bright dandelion yellow eyes, the black and ginger calico's thin tail flicking expectantly and eagerly as her face was hardened with determination. She would be the best. She was sure of it.


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    COTTON !

    he could not fathom why he came back. he didn't belong here, he didnt belong anywhere. former kittypet, with a bad temper, a murderer at that. not that he meant to do it. he suffered from vitiligo, formerly a pure black cat, covered from nose to tail tip, another reason for him being bullied. now, he was just a paranoid messed, fueled with anger towards the universe that he could barely contain within his fragile body. the young warrior moved across the forest floor, pushing his way through the entrance. after a bit of time, the tom looked over at the cat looking at the meeting rock. what was she doing? he should of probably... striked up a conversation or soemthing. that was the nice thing to do, right? moving nearby, the tom spoke quietly, clearing his throat as politely as he could of. "he-hey.. you alright? what are you uh looking at?" he asked, flattening his ears slightly.