Meeting you for the first time--[p, sylvester]

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    Cerulean gaze fixed on the alabaster clouds that littered the sky, kindled features composed an apathetic expression as he pondered on things he was never told. ''I wonder who else I'm related to,'' Paintedpaw inquired to himself, tipping his head to an angle as if a certain imaginary weight was being placed on it. He wondered and inquired for hours upon hours and never realized the time that whizzed past him as he ventured deeper into the realm of thought. But no matter how much he meditated on his conundrum, his knowledge was too miniscule to decipher the reason why so many blue-bloods shared his relation. He remembered the shock he experienced when he realized that Substitute was his relative, and the same with many others. He just seemed to stumble upon ones who he never knew to be his family, and it seemed like he was a brother to all of ScarClan. Maybe he would meet yet another cousin or relative to boggle his mind. [/fancypost]


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    Hercules seemed to enjoy these in afternoons, just playing around with friends and chatting with the new ScarClan members. The lively apprentice thought it was great to have many friends and many relatives to count on; he would hate living life alone in a dull world wih no color. The other cats in his life urged him forward, and he liked that. The lilac smoke was sure proud to admit his relations, like his father Ishmael and his mother Event. He would openly say it with his chin raised high and his feathery tail wavering about him like a flag.


    Now Hercules trotted down the hallways, and soon enough he came to the grand castle entrance; a beautiful, seemingly ancient masterpiece welcoming the ScarClanners and other loners and visitors. Hercules noticed another cat, and purred as he chuckled, padding over wih those heavy paws and thickset shoulders showing. "Hi here! I'm Herules." He remembered seeing the red lynx point somewhere, but had never had a full conversation up until now.

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    ''Hey...fella.'' The flame point said absentmindedly, optics still fixed on the marvelous blue that covered the sky above. His whiskers twitching, the feline know as Paintedpaw immediately snapped back to his senses, beginning to apologize for his tendency to ignore. '' Sorry.'' He mewed a bit simply, curling his cream-colored tail around his dainty paws. ''Maybe this is another one of my relatives.'' He thought sarcastically, a smirk apparent on his face. He didn't know how truthful his statement was. But he would soon learn. Turning his head to face the cat with a significantly darker pelt color than his, the son of envypaw yawned, the muscles in his neck tensing as he did so. [/fancypost]


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    "No prob!" Hercules watched the red lynx point with interest as he apologized, pale-shaded hazel eyes glancing up at the blue sky as well. A few cumulus clouds brushing by in thick bundles of water vapor, causing the puffy lilac smoke to glance up for a few seconds before looking back to Paintedpaw. Hercules spoke as last, fluffy tail swishing against the ground and picking up bits of grass and dust. The playful tomcat didn't really mind, to be entirely honest. "You're Paintedpaw, right?"