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Preposterouslie had been wading around the foresty side lines of the graveyard until she heard a lot of ruckus behind a bush then the moaning and cries from Austere. Green optics widened at that and on instinct the Omen ran with urgency the fear of maybe death, an attack, something along the lines of pain. Running taking a quick U turn around the close bush and nearly stopping to quickly into a almost face plant by the sight before her. And lie a flick a huge smile erupted across her face as Austere began to kit and boy did she know the pain herself! Taking a seat close to Austere the Omen looked side to side and grabbed a close by stick and rolled it over, then pausing to see the nearby life less body the smile was instantly wiped away with a dull ache of sadness but the Omens mind quickly turned to her old friend. "Austere bite this, it will help you ignore the pain to come trust me."

(c) MATHIAS
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Smiling enthusiastically the Omen made a tail gesture. "Alright today I have something special in store! It's not at our regular training place though." A sly smirk roused to see if Deliah could guess it. "Heres a hint, it was one of my most favorite places when we lived in Boneclan. And one of my greatest specialties."

(c) MATHIAS
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A sad aura washed over the Omen as her eyes dully looked at the 5 unmoving bodies and felt the wind whip as Austere shot away in agony of the lost kittens. She was too struck by the thought of loosing any of her own kittens to chase after the younger gal. Of course tears openly spread across the Bengals face, she hated death especially upon kits it was sickeningly unfair and it panged her side that she herself would not understand Austere's pain for Prep's kits had all survived not one dead or miscaraged. Then the mewls from the four breathing let loose her eyes lit with worry and turned quickly to the bashed woods as Austere shot away. Quickly standing to her feet with silence Preps lengthy legs instantly shot away through the crushed brambles and wooded area following the paw printed and wrecked path and found Austere laying flat on the ground in a shaky mess that startled Prep severly. "Austere.... Get up... They need you." Yes it sounded harsh to say that to the grieving mother but Prep needed to direct her mind to Austere's responsibility of the four living. Stepping up besides her Skeleton and raising a voice above Houdini and the younger bengal with saddened eyes at the sight of Austere.

(c) MATHIAS
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Green optics sparked with a little chuckle, Deliah knew her quite well that both activity were of Preps highest favor. "Yes both are correct. Yet there is only one of those two we will be doing today. But both activities go hand in hand for they work your sense of direction and strength of your body, yet the atributes of your legs constant going." Taking a turn and a step forward the omen motioned on. "Lets head out kiddo, it'll be fun I promise."

(c) MATHIAS
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The Omen was in a spitting fit of laughter as all the kits tussled at eachother with distaste, man did it run in that family for sibling bickering it was pricelessly adorable. Smiling wider and wider as she paced closer to the group and adventure made kittens of her old friend Austere, she remembered meeting Austere when she was maybe four moons old? Prep was not quite sure for she herself was now around 15 moons older and had always been a bit older than the gal Austere but it had been so funny to watch her tag behind Cos and become bashful when the tom had given questioning glances back but smiled in the end.

Then a pang, Cosentino her bestfriend was still, gone and these were his kits. Eyes softening down a little smile fading to a tiny one as painful memories evaded quickly both of her bestfriends no longer around, Creed was so upset he wanted nothing to do with her anymore, and Cos was gone where had her childhood gone? Kits now, a mate, all friends so distant, Mana with kiami, being an Omen, Hazeleyes now a grandmother and friend not her mentor. Where had the time gone? Pacing up closer with a smile the Omen mewled on with a half hearted chuckle.

"Oh Dawn don't act like their mother, they are kits let them be cranky at eachother. It's brotherly and sisterly bonds that grow tighter that way, a love hate relationship you should be teasing along with them. But my little nieces and nephews you should be careful what you say for this may be the last words you will ever be able to say to them." Yea prep considered herself like an aunt to the silly few, for Cosentino had been like her cool brother growing up, and maybe some family compassion and love would make them be a little sweeter towards one another.

(c) MATHIAS
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Whistling with a snarky reply. "Sombody is acting immature right now." The Omen only shook her head smiling and stood up turning around the tree with sparked eyes of mirth. "And how might sitting behind a tree doing nothing but fuming like a little antisocial child, be anything near mature?" The Omen inferred with a knowing glance down at the kit, and a tilt of the head but a slightly warning gesture for no back talk. "I'm being quite serious. You should respect your loved ones, for my brother and I's last words were I hate you and he died of a horrific disease without me being anywhere near to say i'm sorry." Mewling on with a sadder tint than before but holding sincerity not to make the angry little it upset. "Be thankful for the ones who care for you, and respectful to the ones eldest to you. For you may never see the daylight of another day in the life of this world. Life never plays it's card fairly, so be thankful for all that you have before it is gone."

(c) MATHIAS
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Sighing gently and making a shake of the head the Omen pressed on with a gentle voice unphased by his rudeness. "Well thinking is not your strong point young one, it is your ignorance to facts and the lies you tell yourself and press on to believe though you very well know one day you will accept it. So think about that very hard, one day you'll understand." Chuckling lightly, the Omen aimed to place a paw a top the young toms head as he faced away from her and give it a little fluff to the head fur.

(c) MATHIAS
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The Omen giggled thoughtfully as he whisked away in more than enough of a pissy attitude.Then chuckled louder by Deliah's remark. "Nieces and nephews? Your still just a baby yourself. But the firey attitude it reminds me a lot of myself. Immature, rude, protective, and head strong all thrown into a big pot of kithood. It's how it all plays out until it's time to grow up." Then pacing back over to the group and taking a comfortable seat next to her Omen in training.

(c) MATHIAS
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Something didint feel right with Cosentino, it was really Prep's last friend of the past, other than Jekyll her lover. But Creed had been so distant, Austere never even considered talking anymore, Hazeleyes was too busy for any speeching with her. Cos was all that was left and memories were clawing at her heart once again yet Cos acted so differently? It was sort of scaring the Omen, but only slightly for this was not the first sequence of weird acts from Cos. Quietly, slipping around camp ears erect eyes wide the omen guessed the Bones den he may be slumbering in. Stepping in the slim Bengal called in a calm melodic voice. "Cos, you in here?"

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Prep had changed a lot since she last saw the tom that was ages ago during her Omen in training days, now here she was. A mother, mate to Jekyll, and been running as an Omen for five moons now. Stepping in with a large relaxed smile hearing the death of the cat, and a even greater excitement rouse that the bastard was dead, f*cker. He had r.ped her old friend and it pissed her off greatly. The lovely eyed diluted furred Omen looked on with greatful eyes and ivory pads lacing off the ground in gentle smooth paces to sit besides Flya. "Congratulations on your kill Cali."

(c) MATHIAS
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The Omen had been striding around and smiled lightly at the site of an Omen in training handling the situation. Striding up letting the question slide expertly which the Omen nodded in approval, and the answer. This part Preposterouslie took up, taking a seat next to Dawn. "And why would you wish to join? Can you hunt, and fight? How well are you in these atributes."

(c) MATHIAS
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Smiling gently the Omen nodded on and off at all of her replies, the spoke up once more at the end. "Sound's great to me. Now all that's left is for you to reiterate in your own words. To pledge your loyalty to our leader, it's respected memeber, the clan itself, and promise on never betraying for yourself will meet our death threatning consequences."

(c) MATHIAS
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Smiling a little giving a sly look but quickly nodded it off then mewled on seeing as though it were true but it didint seem to fit his atributes really. "Ah, I see. When ya get old these days you seem to get creaky my friend." Then a small idea sparked giggling. "Oi! Big boy, maybe that head ache can turn to a swirl of a beat. Come dance with me Sage~!" Swirling a tail slightly and side stepping, giving off a non exsistant eyebrow raise giving off an enticing gesture. "Let's show these youngins how it's really done."

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Calling from a tree loudly. "And who gave you permission to leave without telling me goodbye?" A gentle expression was placed against her face, and the Omen slithered from an Oak she'd been playing around in and resting. Looking Deliah up and down and seeing how much that small nervous kitten had grown up, it was a little depressingly beautiful for the Omen. Stepping up to Deliah, raising a paw to gently pat her head. "Your a brave little soldier arn't you? Well you better remember your family here is going to miss you those two days." Giving off on a gentle gesture, and secure eyes.

(c) MATHIAS
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Chuckling lightly to her old mentor the Omen inquired. "Now doesn't this look familiar Hazeleyes? When I went to go on a search for Creed's brother you gave me a pat on the head too." Remembering the silly expedition they did even though he had been right outside camp but Hazeleyes and her motheroly ways had kicked in that day and she remembered the Omen giving her a stern look to be safe.

(c) MATHIAS
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[Before I post. Don't wanna bust any bubbles but this is Boneclan. Or was that a typo?]

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Now authority was stepping into place a dark thunderous look carved it's way into her eyes as that all too familiar fearful look reminded her of her own kit days seeing Marcus snort and leave the kit be... And Mystica, that f*cking bitch tortured her till she sobbed it had been awful for Preposterouslie and slaves, or kit torturing had been outlawed before Faithsong herself had even been born. Snarling and pounding her way up the Omen glared at Marcus deep green eyes burning with solid anger and a burning agitation as the Bengal tabby met the tom at height and looked him dead in the eyes with a frightful glare that would run any kit off in anguish. Raising a paw the Omen aimed to smack the Coon right across the face.

"Who in the hell told you, it was okay to torture any kitten in this area! Slaves, and kit torturing are highly against the rules Marcus! I have half the mind to beat your f*cking ass right here and now and drag your bloody pulp out to the side lines of the Grave yard and leave you to rot. Or I can just give you to the Bloodclanners for meat since they love cat innards, so you better keep your act together or your out of this clan quicker than I can say 'Die'." Snapping visciously ivory pads slamming down on the ground. This was the first time in ages Preposterouslie's firey side had shown and boy could she blare flames then looking to the other incoputent bastards the Omen growled with agitation.

"And any of you ever do this crime I will personally dispose of you. And don't you dare talk to my Omen in training like that a again do you all UNDER STAND ME!?" Snapping ivory fangs pressed out wards and glowering fear and bloodlust, no kit deserved what she had been through and now that she had High positional power she could use it on b*stards like Marcus. Stomping a foot down once more growling taking a breathing break before she went a-wall on all of these cats and mewled with a grave tone. "Now let Houdini finish this work. You must be givin special permission to publicly torture a cat in this way, or have a slave of any kind. AND NO KIT! Will ever be a slave in this clan, that is their god's given right! For a pure being cannot commit such crime as that b*tch right there getting beaten to death. "

Taking a breath once more she spoke up. "Now I see one of you have a slave, kit, or public torturing without permission. You're dead." Green optics flashing with darkness of a serious voice, she meant it too and would beat them down to a merciless sobbing pile of blood.

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[Ah okay, it's fine just wanted to make sure!]
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"Well, My name is Preposterouslie an Omen of Boneclan and I say.." Smiling brightly the Omen mewled on happily to her now new clanmate and let on a boisterous tone. "Well then, welcome to Boneclan Jay! Your are now a full member of Boneclan, congratulations." Turning a look to her nephew Capricorn and speaking smoothly. "Capricorn dear, could you please show Jay around camp?"

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Preposterouslie was still in tremours of anger from yesterday blowing up in the tom's face, the sic b*stard but she'd given him a good hounding that was for sure. Walking soothing steps it seemed as though all traces of anger had washed away into the bluest and purist of ocean's but in truth every step she took had a heavy pound and shake to it, for her past was coming to her again when the sight of the kit getting abused. Speaking of the the Omen spotted her Omen in training making it pace along, and the Omen gave a thoughtful look and calmly padded over with a soothing tone. "How is the little fella?"

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The Omen happily stepped in to the odd named dog, who clearly spoke cat so it was one with experience around felines. Stepping through the little group past Sangfroidpaw and Dawn. Preposterouslie let on a calm soothing feature and lightly beautied green irisis looked the kanine up and down and she mewled in an even tone. "Nice to meet you Peggy. I am Preposterouslie an Omen of this clan." Pausing then speaking once more. "You seem to have the requirements, your honest, and our quite a challenging size you'll just need to be train properly so you'll have to take on the rank of an Skeleton. And I warn you, you betray this clan you will meet brutal standards of torture and/or will be killed. Are you sure you want to join?"

(c) MATHIAS
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