REPORT TO THE DANCE FLOOR! ( ANNOUNCEMENT?! )

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    Mourning Dove sat where her voice could easily be traveled around camp. "Cats of Sunclan!" the freedom fighter called, "To celebrate winter, we have a winter prom! The Impressionists will fancy cats up, and it will be a great party! There will be a prom king and queen and of course everyone is invited!" she beamed, waiting for approval.


    Espresso padded out of the medic den, ears pricked. A prom? Sounded like a great heap of fun! She began to wonder who would be her 'date'; ah, maybe nobody, she didn't really mind, it was going to be great anyway! Smiling, the she-cat wondered what the rest of the clan's reactions would be to her mother's plan.

    Victorypaw padded up, a prom? She didn't have a special someone, she didn't even have Frostpaw anymore. But she would try to be happy. "Sounds great!" She called up half-heartedly. "Any contests?"

    [color=white]Ninepaw felt his ears prick. He realized how late he had slept him. Shaking extra moss off his pelt, he trotted outside quickly to listen to what Mourning Dove was proposing. "A prom? A dance?" He honestly wasn't a very good dancer. Of course, cats didn't really dance, so he hadn't had much practice. Ninepaw looked around quickly for Faunapaw.
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    Radon watched Mourning Dove up on the high rock, curious. Did they have to have dates? Maybe he would ask little Espresso if she'd like to dance with him. Or maybe he'd go lone wolf style.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]The cream and white tabby giggled serenely as she approached the Freedom Fighter and her daughter, Espresso. Both were very respectable cats, and this prom was a wonderful idea. There was still the issue of who to take, of course... In retrospect, she should just sit back and wait for someone to ask her. That would prove who deserved her, and that was the way it would be.


    The gorgeous she-cat puffed out her chest a little, tilting her head to the side so that the bow resting on her head would move a little. "That sounds awesome, Mourning Dove," commented the Medic Apprentice in assent, smiling with glinting ivory teeth.

    [justify]Freedomfighter leaped up to where Mourning Dove sat. "We will need more fresh-kill and berries for this party, so please, start hunting and searching!" He yowled, "And I will be bringing in some twoleg things to decorate the place!" Looking around, he hoped that they thought it was a great idea. He hoped that his mother and Vertigo wouldn't declare this a bad idea. Ever since the apocalypse things had been edgy, but now it would be alright. For just that moment, he had forgotten about his father and merely wanted to please the clan.[/justify]

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    A prom?


    Prince padded towards the two, creamy tail waving like a flag above his head. He'd heard of a 'prom' before. Where felines took their 'dates' and danced. Sounded pretty boring to him. He rose his chin slightly, coming to a halt in the middle of the clearing. He was surprised no one really was here yet. He cast his sapphire gaze around the camp, tapping his ivory claws against the dusty earth. He was early? Heh, that was a first.


    He smiled at the Freedom Fighter, nodding his approval.

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    Victorypaw padded over to Prince, "Hey. " she mewed, "You up for this prom thing?" She asked, flicking her tail in boredom.

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    ''Possibly.'' he replied with a friendly smile, snow-tufted ears flicking,''Victory paw, right?'' he said, tilting his head. Oh, yes. He remembered her! He dipped his head in belated greetings,''fancy seeing you again.'' he meowed politely, straightening his spine.

    She gave what seemed like a chuckle, "So you still remember me? That's a surprise, I'm not very memorable. But yes, its nice to see you again. " Victorypaw gave him a friendly nudge.

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    A prom? Dovey's voice? Well this of course managed to spark the blue furred tom's interest. Padding up to the front of the gathered crowd he joined his brother smiling softly. Of course he knew exactly who he wanted to ask. Dovey. Rhodium flicked his brother gently on the shoulder with his tail tip as he joined him. Grinning he nodded his approval to the she-cat before them, amber eyes twinkling as he silently wondered if she'd thought of asking him.


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    Eyes alight a bright red tabby padded in, slotting into place beside Ninepaw. "Coming with me to this prom?" she asked teasingly, looking at him although she knew the answer.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8][font=georgia]Thor's loud ivory peppered paws were evident for his arrival, despite the grace that his long legs carried, he was a heavy-pawed tomcat whom lacks the subtle elegance that his father had. Espresso. He whispered in his mind, pondering on the tempting idea of settling beside her. Without much control of his own body, the Freedom Fighter's sculptured limbs carried him to the little medic apprentice.


    Without a word, just a simple grin which shone with so much more than the tomcat could ever put into a simple sentence. A date. The copper tabby's green eyes flickered down to his large paws for a moment, averting around the bunch of felines whilst lingering upon Ninepaw. He was no enemy of Thor's, he hadn't done anything wrong. He was thinking of Faunapaw again, the heartbreaking ache that made him want to crawl over in pain.


    But he was with Espresso, she was his perfect thing, she was his lovely light in the dark. So why didn't he just ask her to be his date? Rejection scared him slightly, it wasn't something he was used to. He toke in a gust of breath before turning his chiseled face to meet hers, "Espie . . .will you go to prom with me?" He pulled a face, lifting his paw in a jokingly gentlemanly fashion beside his ivory chest.

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    ''You are too memorable.'' Prince argued, smiling. He nearly tumbled over as she nudged him, due to his particularly uptight posture. The cream tabby watched as more feelings started to pour in. He nodded his greetings to Faunapaw, Ninepaw and Rhodium, then returned his blue gaze to Victory,''Who are you thinking of taking to the prom?'' he asked, raising his nonexistent eyebrow.



    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Storybookpaw tilted her head to the side, glancing affectionately at Espresso and Thor. Aw, how cute, she thought. Thor's asking Espie... Her violet eyes were warm as she turned back to Mourning Dove.

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    ooc. frenchy, hurry up and bring dovey into the crowd. rhodium needs to talk to her x3

    [color=white]Ninepaw gasped a bit when he felt Faunapaw come up beside her. "I thought that was my line, silly." He teased, flicking her with a tail. "Of course I'll go with you."

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    As soon as she saw some cats gathering, Dovey smiled. "Suggestions to make the prom better are appreciated as well! Thank you!" she watched Thor arrive and go directly towards Espresso and her heart fluttered with joy for her daughter. Hey, she had a love life, too. Spotting Rhodium, she smiled, waving to him with her tail rapidly, hoping he'd notice her.


    Espresso had been absentmindedly blurring off into the crowd again when she finally saw a red blur. "Thor!" the half blind, fragile girl smiled. She licked him on the bridge of his nose playfully, tail swaying behind her. Listening to his question, her whole face lit up. "Sure! I'd love to!" she giggled at his pose, eyes dancing with excitement.


    [b][ hurr is dovey, deccy! xDD ]

    [justify]Freedomfighter looked over at the crowd and noticed all of the little kittes asking out others to prom. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Thor asking Expresso out. Well, they were indeed a match made for heaven. Considering he had no mate here that he would openly dance with, the tom decided to help design others. He knew he wasn't an Impressionist, but they would have a load of cats to take care of, they would probably appreciate his help.


    Looking as Mourning Dove left, he called out. "If anyone has any suggestions, please tell me and I will accept or deny it!"


    ooc; Freedom is forever alone ;___;[/justify]

    [color=white]Tinkerkit's pelt looked like it had been spilled on by brown and black cans of paint. She wove herself through the crowd. "I wanna go to prom with someone! Can jokers go too, Mourning Dove?" She asked, eyes alight and glowing.

    Victorypaw laughed for her first time in weeks, "Oh really? " then chuckled again as Princepaw nearly fell over, "You're not always that clumsy, where's your accent by the way?" She asked, eyes shining for the first time in moons.

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    ''Oh, it's here.'' he mewed humorously, tail wrapping over his snowy colored paws. He gathered himself from the near-embarrassing situation, spacing his paws farther apart to secure himself. His ivory whiskers twitched happily as she laughed, corners of his maw curling in a smirk.