Opalescence padded through the halls of the Elite, almost unrecognizable from the cat she once was. Her fur, usually smoothed and groomed, was tainted brown from the dirt outside. Clumps hang by her paws, and her mismatched eyes, already scarred and slightly drooped, were bloodshot from lack of sleep. She padded past cats without a quiver or a lower of her head. She was too tired to be shy, to saddened to care for what other cats thought. Opalescence was changing.
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Kal recognized Opalescence almost immediately. Padding up to the former Stylist with a concerned look in her eye, she placed her long tail on Opalescence's shoulders comfortingly. She had heard about the stylist post being taken away, and her heart ached for the she-cat. Kal spoke softly, tone warm. "Hi, Opalescence. I'm so sorry." The small she-cat looked down at the beautiful necklace Opalescence had given to her, frowning.
OOC: Lame post is lame. :3
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[font=georgia]"Hey Kal," mewed Opalescence somberly, here eyes flickering up at the other cat and stopping on the necklace. It had been a truly beautiful piece of work, and the sight of it only made her heart sink lower in her chest. "H-how are you?"
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Kal smiled. "Good. You?" She shuffled her paws, gaze flitting around before resting on Opalescence and all the dirt on her pelt. "Goodness, Opalescence! I know you're not a Stylist anymore, but you should still carry the pride of one. Let's clean you up." The small she-cat set to work, tongue rasping over Opalescence's side. Soon, she had cleared a patch of dirt off and you could see the former Stylist's white coat again.
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[font=georgia]Opalescence let Kal touch up her coat. "I'm fine, r-really," stuttered the she-cat with a quiet melancholy. "I'm j-just tired."
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Kal nodded, finishing cleaning the former Stylist. "How long has it been since you slept?" She smiled at Opalescence warmly, tickling the she-cat's chin with her long tail.
OOC: NO MUSE! D:
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Nightbird saw a cat who was ill, ill in mind and spirit not body. She hadn't been to hear the announcement that the stylist's position was removed. She was not one of the elite at the time, but she had heard of it soon after her orientation. The copper abbysinian padded over noticing the gravity of the situation. Because she didn't know many names yet, Nightbird didn't call the two by name, but agreed with Kal "it is important to take care of yourself no matter what happens."
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Kal smiled at Nightbird, soon recognizing her from the Orientation. "Why, hello," She began in her slow, Okie drawl. "You're a new recruit, aren't ya? Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Kal, and this is Opalescence." The small she-cat continued to groom the former Stylist, purring quietly.
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The large Greek did not instantly reconize the usually well beautied up Opalscence in all the dirt and mangled fur. It surprised the silky furred cat then again not so much the poor gal had lost doing something that she loved so he couldnt blame her. Pacing over with a gentle smile and soft words he mewed. "Opalscene... Gal your torturing yourself, you need to get out and do stuff you love one and awhile. Remember he never said you couldnt still design its like me with decorating rooms I still do that because its my hobby... And besides I have been recently wanting a bracelet for my gal Quantum.. T-think you can still make one?" A little bashful at the end but giving off a nice suggestive way.
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Kal's eyes brightened when Aristotle spoke. "Right, Opalescence! Just because there isn't a stylist position anymore doesn't mean you can't do what you love most! Why not open up a little shop? You can use my room for the space. It's real nice, with all these shelves and things. I was gonna move out anyways," The small she-cat flashed a huge grin at Aristotle, nudging Opalescence affectionately.
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You were a stylist? Nightbird caught herself before saying it in a way that might remind the poor cat more of the position she just lost. "they are right." she mewed quietly, "one does not have to have an official position to create things. You should use your talents. Letting yourself get sick over a title will simply prevent you from doing what is important for you."
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Kal smiled at Nightbird. That she-cat was pretty smart for a new recruit. "If you're willing to help me move out, I'll gladly give up my space for your work.
OOC: NO MUSE D:
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"I will gladly help out with making the space ready" Nightbird offered with a short nod. She was looking forward to doing something that would be useful to the elite. Maybe their end result would be better than Opalescence's previous workspace. It was worth a try.
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[font=georgia]Opalescence watched the other two cats, amazement reflecting in her mismatched optics. Whoever said the Elite was unkind had never been a part of it. "T-thank you," she mewed softly, beginning to help. [b]"Of course Aristotle, I-I would love to."
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Kal smiled, standing. "Now, you ready to open up shop? The room's just up the stairs." She flicked her tail towards a nearby staircase. Her room was in one of the busiest areas of the Elite, and Kal knew the space would gather plenty of attention and customers. "Ever since the Stylist position was taken down, I feel like the Elite's been so drab. Time for you to change that."
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"But you know you will have to design your new space", Nightbird joked waving a paw in front of her own face as she reminded Opalescence. "you can't expect normal cats like Kal and I to do it like an artist would." Nightbird actually possessed a slight artistic talent herself, but it was nothing compared to what she could guess a stylist would have done, not even worth being called a hobby.
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Kal nodded, agreeing with Nightbird. "You'll have to personalize it; make it your own. But I'm sure you can do that. You're Opalescence!" The small she-cat let out a small laugh, nudging Opalescence affectionately.
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Nightbird began to climb the stairs. There was no better time to start working on things than now. "come on." she called from halfway up to the next floor, "we can talk about doing it all day, and never do a thing."
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Kal lead Nightbird up the stairs and around a bend, nudging open the first door on the left to reveal a cozy room. One window directly across from the door did a fantastic job of lighting the space, and huge, tall shelves were mounted against the other two walls. Warm, fuzzy blankets were spread across everything and on the highest shelf on the right was a huge jumble of trinkets Kal had found during her adventures in the Elite. The small she-cat flicked her tail, motioning for Opalescence and Nightbird to follow. Padding up to the bottom shelf on the left bookcase, she slipped through a small hole, revealing a large hollow that rats and other critters had crafted over the years. "This is where you can keep all of your supplies." Kal said to Opalescence, a huge grin on her face. "Do you like it?"
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Standing near Opalscene the tom gave a loving purr and mewled out in his calm foreigner accent. "Gracias Opalscene, and those rowdy kiddos are might helpful. You can still do alot but remember you have duties with the Elite warriors now. So keep this in your own free time. But Adios amigos I have to see the kits today." With a flick of the tail the tom set off.
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