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[color=#023D0D] ƒαηg¢ℓαη | тσм | ωαяяισя
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[align=right][font=Times New Roman][color=#056017] ρι¢тυяє: уσυ'яє тнє qυєєη σƒ єνєяутнιηg
[color=#056A19] αѕ ƒαя αѕ тнє єує ¢αη ѕєє,
[color=#077A1E] υη∂єя уσυя ¢σммαη∂.
[color=#098C23] ι ωιℓℓ вє уσυя gυαя∂ιαη
[color=#0A9A27] ωнєη αℓℓ ιѕ ¢яυмвℓιηg
[color=#0BAA2B] тσ ѕтєα∂у уσυя нαη∂.
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[color=#065F05] Storm looked at Darkness and saw her looking at him or Hope, one of the two, and quickly looked away. His eyes had shown some emotion that time. Not a lot, but enough that she could've possibly seen the longing in Storm's mesmorizing gray eyes. The warrior looked to Spirit to see what the Deputy would say.

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¢нαяα¢тєя мσσ∂;' Embarassed. {Not like he'd show it, though.}
мυѕє;' 9
ησтєѕ;' None.
lyrics © The Fray (Song: Never Say Never)
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Hope noticed the change in Darkness's eyes. If they were enemies, Hope would have taken that chance to attack. Her thoughts rambled, Who are you? I am.. Yes you are that, my beautiful cat. Now where do reside? Here. Yes..... The memory burned through her soul like a thousand suns. She shook her head, taking away the memory. You were weak in those days, Hope. But those days are past, and a true warrior never lives in the past. She thought, determination and cautiousness bloomed in her emerald eyes.

Midnight looked at Cacao.She's kind of pretty. He thought.

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[color=#056A19] αѕ ƒαя αѕ тнє єує ¢αη ѕєє,
[color=#077A1E] υη∂єя уσυя ¢σммαη∂.
[color=#098C23] ι ωιℓℓ вє уσυя gυαя∂ιαη
[color=#0A9A27] ωнєη αℓℓ ιѕ ¢яυмвℓιηg
[color=#0BAA2B] тσ ѕтєα∂у уσυя нαη∂.
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[color=#065F05] Storm could feel the eyes on him and knew Darkness was looking at him again, had seen him looking at her like that, so he kept his gaze on Spirit. The was a small rustle in the bushes that made the tom look up and unsheathe his claws instinctively, but it was only Cacoa back from hunting, some prey in her jaws. Storm sheathed his claws and looked back at Hope, then to Spirit.

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¢нαяα¢тєя мσσ∂;' Watchful.
мυѕє;' 9
ησтєѕ;'
lyrics © The Fray (Song: Never Say Never)
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Hope's thought went back to her memories. To the room, it was an old place with peeling walls and dark musky smells. This is Room, it is home, it is where you lose your will. Hope shook her head to rid of the memory.

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[color=#056A19] αѕ ƒαя αѕ тнє єує ¢αη ѕєє,
[color=#077A1E] υη∂єя уσυя ¢σммαη∂.
[color=#098C23] ι ωιℓℓ вє уσυя gυαя∂ιαη
[color=#0A9A27] ωнєη αℓℓ ιѕ ¢яυмвℓιηg
[color=#0BAA2B] тσ ѕтєα∂у уσυя нαη∂.
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[color=#085807] Storm looked to Cacoa, who was wondering what was going on. "Streak found this cat and Darkness and Spirit are deciding if we should keep her," The tom replied. He wondered were Streak, his brother, had gone. His tabbied littermate was an expert at dissapearance, and Storm never knew where he was. It wasn't like he really cared about the flea-bag, but he just needed to watch out for the Streak, who was always losing his temper an letting his mouth run wild. Some cats were so irrisponsible. Not Storm, who made sure to follow his leader's commands excactly, and never would back sass the deputy. Or anyone in his Clan, for that matter. Except Streak. He would backsass that tom any day, any time. Storm looked a Spirit, who was whispering to Darkness, and retreated back to the edge of the clearings, melding almost seamlessly into the dark shadows.

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¢нαяα¢тєя мσσ∂;' Watchful.
мυѕє;' 9
ησтєѕ;'
lyrics © The Fray (Song: Never Say Never)
fancypost © ❥ ғ ᴀ ɴ ɢ [Creater and Former Leader of FangClan]
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[align=center][font=Times New Roman] Storm looked up. "Oh, nothing," He replied. "Just about how stupid Streak can be all the time," The tabby added with a smile. Most cats in the Clan didn't know the two were related. They looked and acted completely different, and they never acknowledged each other aside from maybe a nod, but it was rare that they spoke.

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[color=#056A19] αѕ ƒαя αѕ тнє єує ¢αη ѕєє,
[color=#077A1E] υη∂єя уσυя ¢σммαη∂.
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[color=#0A9A27] ωнєη αℓℓ ιѕ ¢яυмвℓιηg
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[color=#085807] Storm rolled his eyes. "Yeah," he said, almost sarcastically. He looked at Darkness and could almost sense the she-cat's uneasiness. "What do you think's bugging her?" The gray tabby asked, nodding to his small black leader, who was now dissapearing into her den. He hoped it wasn't him, or the way he'd looked at her, or anything. That would kind of suck, if she got awkward whenever she saw him. Personally, it was bad enough that she hated about everyone she saw. But if she hated Storm in particular. . . Well, the FangClan warrior wasn't sure he could handle that. He really did like Darkness, but he also wondered if she was "out of his league." There were plenty other she-cats, like Cacao, maybe even Spirit, that were vicious enough to become Storm's mate. But Storm wasn't looking for a mate. He was looking for Darkness.

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¢нαяα¢тєя мσσ∂;' Watchful.
мυѕє;' 9
ησтєѕ;'
lyrics © The Fray (Song: Never Say Never)
fancypost © ❥ ғ ᴀ ɴ ɢ [Creater and Former Leader of FangClan]
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Hope thought for a moment, what would they decide? If they say no, i'll have to move on to another place. They probably will need to know more about me before the decision is final. I hope not. The scarred calico thought.

ooc:
Sorry for the sudden absence guys.
Recap, if it's not too much trouble?

bic:
Kestrelstrike lay down, pondering. He wondered when next would be a good time to go and visit Stormy; he missed her already with an ardor that could not be replaced by any one of the toxic-breathing pieces of mouse-dung in this entire camp. Stormy was his mate and only mate, not that stupid she-cat of MoonClan called Goldengaze, nor that easily frightened wuss of a warrior he called Jayfright, who hid her insecurities behind cuss words, and whose name had slipped his mind at the moment. Stormy was his, and he was hers. Stormy was his she-cat, and the only she-cat he would ever want to listen to or care to spend time with. Sure, all of the others had probably bore his kits, but they were hardly his. He had never known them, and didn't care to know them. They had been born, he was sure, after he had been so brutally exiled from the Clan, after his treachery had been found out, after he had been cast away from MoonClan like the vicious devil of a cat he was. Maybe one of his kits would follow in their father's pawsteps...maybe. And even if they dared not to, all hope was not lost; Kestrelstrike still had his sons, Disharmony and Bloodlust, who loved, with all of their hearts---or what was left of them---their father and mother, the witch and warlock of all things hatred and cruelty. Kestrelstrike and Stormy had bore a daughter...a single daughter. But she hadn't proved to be useful enough---obviously. She had died shortly after...from what reason, Kestrelstrike himself didn't know, although he was pretty positive that Stormy had somehow had something to do with it...after all, Kestrelstrike knew not how their daughter, the caring, loving she-cat named GlisteningGem, carelessly, died, but he knew that she did. After all, the golden-pelted tom was the one who had so listlessly arranged her hastened, hurried death. It had been beautiful, but...that was over and done with. And certainly not the first kit, or cat, for that matter, that he had had arranged to die a horrid and painless, maybe painful, even, if he was in the mood, death.

All of this centered through the malicious killer's mind as he sat, stewing, thinking, by the warriors' den; his green eyes searched through the crowd of cats that mingled about, and he sought through for either Spirit or Darkness. He was not particularly afraid of them---in fact, he believed he could probably take them down if he truly tried, but he tried not. He didn't want to upset them, and have them come after him and attack and beat the golden-furred tom. Or worse, condemn him to a slave, when he wouldn't be able to own anything, or go anywhere...he would not even be able to own a name. He would become just like those worthless scraps of fur, Katze, or maybe even Snowflake, or the new meat, Hawk, he thought he remembered. He spat on the ground. Disgusting---they meant nothing. It was terrible. Worst of all, Kestrelstrike wouldn't be able to slink off for his daily arranged meetings with Stormy, whom he just could not, maybe would not, be able to live without.

Then, as if on cue, Kestrelstrike stood, looked left and right, glanced momentarily, but certainly not fearfully, at Spirit, glad and satisfied that the deputy was distracted, and then just as much so that Darkness was hardly in sight, and then slithered out of the FangClan camp, green eyes dark in the undergrowth. He felt alive, as if he had broken free of the chains binding him to the camp; as if he had just slashed through a tightening noose that was squeezing itself stronger and stronger against his neck, slowly but steadily, and surely too, killing him from the outside in...

Hope looked into Spirit's eyes. A look of calmness loomed in them, yet a dark past kept its place behind them. It would be there for a long time, and beyond. I have only seen the dark of this world. That must change.