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[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

The American Curl hated days like this. But she always knew it would come. Sooner or later, it would reach her. And all of a sudden, she wouldn't have anything to do.

Boredom. Complete, utter, absolute boredom. It hit her like a stone in the back of the head.

The she-cat sighed, padding out of a carnival-like tent and tilting her head to look up at the sky. She went to a little solitary place, next to a weird sort of a contraption with a huge tree shading her from the rays of the sun. She knew that the only way to avoid sitting around was to give herself something to do. But it wasn't always easy for a cat who had boundaries. Still, even climbing a tree would be a bit satisfying.
She dug her claws into the brittle bark, and made her way up the tree. It had long limbs with broad leaves, which made it easier to hide in. She sat down for a moment, gazing down at her view of the Elite's home. It was easy to lose yourself in the huge piece of land, but there were too many animals around to get lost.
She felt like she could do anything to take away this feeling of boredom. So not caring anyone would notice, started climbing down the tree, with her body hanging upside down. It was actually like a certain cat she knew that would probably try this. She wasn't crazy. When you're bored, you're driven to perform strange things.
She did it as quickly as she could before ending up back on a branch, thinking of other things to do. She felt like she should go on a hunting patrol, but she didn't want to hunt. It also wasn't like she had many choices of what to do. Maybe she could walk around camp again to find anything of interest. But she was tired of doing the same things.
So she just sat there for a while, undecided, with her paws absently scratching the coarse bark.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

As soon as she heard a voice, she glanced down to look below her. "Yes, I suppose." she answered. The brown white she-cat alighted from the limb, like paws lighter than air, before meeting the ground. She blinked as she saw this familiar cat. She wasn't the best at names, but this feline was recognizable. "Jiyu, was it?" It had been forever since she was able to speak to someone else.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

Out of nowhere a bundle of fur tumbled into the tree she was standing next to, which soon appeared to be a silly little kitten. She was caught by surprise. She wasn't sure what to do, other than to say, "I haven't seen you around here before. Do you need some help getting up?" Nope. She wasn't used to being around young cats. She wasn't the best, but this was really all she could muster.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

"Welcome to the Elite then," she replied. "Name's Blithe." Studying from Thalum's expression, she seemed ambitious. She could only guess what the kitten was thinking about. Mostly everyone wanted to get a high position around here. Including herself of course, but her main goal for now was something a bit different. It was harder than it looked.
As her eyes flickered to Jiyu, she spotted a cat out of the corner of her eye. She nodded back towards the approaching she-cat.

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[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

In a few minutes, she was meeting fresh faces and other cats she hadn't met personally. She found it was nice to take time talking to others, being the introvert she was. Probably she would take more time in the future to do this more often. She took notice to another cat padding by. "Hello," she greeted the tom.
Now that she thought about it, she could do something. Just waiting around wasn't going to get the she-cat anywhere.

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[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

"Good that I got it right then," she answered. "Your name gets tossed around a lot these days." She flicked her ear, both green orbs gleaming. She usually learned names when the other various groups in the Elite talked to each other. She usually never butt in; Too reticent to add what she'd like to say, so she just sat sometimes and watched. She looked down at Thalum Aestate, who was now silent, and said to her, "Is there anywhere else you'd like to be right now? Or something you'd like to do?"

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

A game? She should have expected this response from a kit, but she was still surprised by this answer all the same. Her tail wavered slightly, trying to decide what to say. She didn't want to turn this offer down right away.. She was unsure on how Thalum would react to that. She glanced at the other cats surrounding her. She bent down a bit. "It depends on what it is," the American Curl replied gently, trying to sound honest. "What game is it?"

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

A brown and white she-cat padded up to the scene, a bit disgusted by what she saw. Practically a crumpled, bloody mess.. She quickly padded towards the cougar. "What happened to her?" she asked the others around Fauna. Obviously, she was in a state of suffering by the amount of damage that was done to her body.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

Blithe checked to see what was going on. What was this.. A trader? She went up to see it for herself up close. She nodded to Lady Midday before examining the fine specimens for trade. There were large amounts of twoleg things that caught her eye especially. Being from Twolegplace, there was a bundle of small items and trinkets she could recognize. Some stuff.. she thought silently. "I believe those are called necklaces," the American Curl said to both Mary and Cara. She became very interested in trading with this feline, but didn't portray it in her expression. She knew what to put up for barter. The former alleycat looked up at Vindico but said nothing else.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

Blithe turned to look at the other cat, before thinking on what the kit had said earlier. According to Thalum, there were three games she rather liked. Tackle-tag, Eagle-Eyes, and Cougar. She didn't want to hurt the tiny bundle of fur, so it was best to avoid that option. Cougar.. It sounded rather fun, even though they had to wait until sun-down for it to actually get dark. She felt a bit uncomfortable, the first time in a lifetime she had been asked by a kit to play a game, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt, would it? And it was also surprising that Jiyu would like to play along. Well, the news had spread that she was a mother now, so probably she had a soft spot for kits now, perhaps? She felt a little unsettled until she let out a gentle sigh. "Well, would you rather wait for the night to come, or to play it right now?" She gave Thalum a faint smile.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

She quietly listened to the trader's remarks. A fox pelt for some food? To the she-cat, that made it sound like something was missing in the bargain. But then again, the red orange feline wanted something 'nice and filling'. Would the tom maybe get something big to make up to that offer? Probably not, she thought. Animals like herself would want the best deals, trading to the minimum as much as possible.

She watched as Cara received the necklace. It seemed fair. And the shape of the item Cara traded looked kind of like a nose. She knew there was a twoleg term for it, but she couldn't put a paw on what it was exactly.
Come to think of it, it would be rather nice to grab something for herself. She looked over the things again. Then she spotted a shiny golden item. It looked like a small bird with its wings stretched out wide. "What do you want for this, ma'am?" she asked, gently using her paw to point at it.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

Oh dear. That cougar is clearly messed up. But how could she have possibly gotten broken bones in the heart of the territory? Unless.. She looked up to stare at the ferris wheel. it would make sense, considering the fact that it was one of the only ways to wound yourself that way. She shuddered. Was that fall on accident or on purpose? She watched as Amor and Benvolio worked their magic slowly and carefully. She cleared her throat and spoke up, "Could I help in some way?" She didn't know this animal, but she felt she should try and help one of her fellow Elitists.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

This was a huge shock, considering all the change that had been going around the Elite, but clearly this by far has been the most astonishing. The brown and white Curl came to the meeting late, as usual, but now she wished she had arrived sooner. Arosa? Leader? she thought, her eyes flicking over to the dark red feline. What's with the sudden position shift? And what the heck happened to Lorem? She thought she was just the usual talk of the Elite, as well as a member of that Simul Stamus family. She had no problem with the she-cat, but it was just very startling.
So many Guards were demoted as well. Felix, which she had met on some few occasions, seemed like he had earned his position well. She practically knew almost every name being yowled out for once, except for the name Misery. They all seemed decent enough to fill their rank, and she didn't think she should just dump almost every single one of them all at once. Maybe she thought there were better members out there fit for the job. That was left to all the high positions in the Elite, she supposed.
Completely ridding the Elite of the Orientations? That was definitely something else that would be talked about. She thought it was very stressful but worth it when she went through the process. At least others wouldn't need to be crammed together and make tension.. Or would they? She didn't want to see cats filed in lines waiting to be accepted like twolegs applying for a job.
So the Guard spots were opened, since most of the lot were disposed of. She wanted one, of course, but she doubted she would get it. It seemed now that whoever was the most popular around here would fill in.
Grim! Now that was one happy piece of news. She knew she didn't know him that well, but she still remembered him as the one who accepted her into the Elite. He knew that side of him was only for show and for intimidation, but usually doing that herself, she could tell he had warm feelings for his friends and family. She was happy for him.
And that last part of the announcement: Caramel Mortem. It was nice that she got what they thought she deserved. All in all, at least part of it seemed fulfilling to her. "Congrats, Grim!" she said out loud, which she very rarely did. She felt the need to say that, even though she doubted he would hear or even remember her.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

That small golden bird for a pile of bluejay feathers? That sounded fair enough to her. "I'll be back," she replied. She passed by the small accumulating crowd before making her way into the woods. She climbed up into a tree, eyes darting back and forth for any signs of the blue bird. A sudden flutter of feathers caught her eye. She slowly looked behind her to see a nest. Looks like she didn't need to kill one of those bluejays after all. Daemons, she didn't even know bluejays lived in this place. She delicately plucked the soft down out of the nest before trotting back to the trader with a fair amount of it. "How's this do?" she asked, putting the feathers down in front of her.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

(Timeskip?)

"I'll wait then," the American Curl said with a flick of her tail. She rubbed her forepaw over her ear to scratch it before settling down on the grass. She might have more fun anyways if she waited for when the game was best played.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

She was just about to pass this group until she heard that they were about to tell stories. Stories! Being a former alleycat and a loner, there were no such thing as storytelling in the alleys. She remembered one time though, that she peeked through a glass pane to see a large twoleg showing pictures to her kits. That was one of the high times of her life there, just being able to relax and look at the images, even when she couldn't understand the twolegs. She had listened to Solem's story and the previous one before deciding to join the circle. "Mind if I listen as well? If I remember a story, I'll tell you," she added.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

She nodded. "Thanks." She scooped it up with her paw, taking a closer look at it. It was more beautiful than she had originally thought. She gazed behind her to see if anyone else was curious to see the trader. She did have good things for trade.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

"Sure, but Thalum here says we should wait until dark," she answered, glancing at the kitten. She just hoped for the sake of the kitten that everyone here knew to wait patiently.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

Blithe was padding around as usual, looking for something interesting to do for the day. Having wandered a long time before reaching the Elite, she always felt a need to walk around, paws itching to move. She sat near the carousel for a brief break, watching the other Elitists pass by or talk idly to one another. Then she noticed something odd. She bent down to the right to register the scent. A rat? Why would a rat be here? She thought that most rodents would be frightened away because of the many predators that lived in the Elite. And no, why would she want to eat a rat? There were better prey in the Elite, and she didn't need to catch any more to survive. Over that laid the scent of some strange smelling thing.. She remembered now. She moved slightly away in disgust. That was twoleg poison, wasn't it? It smelled like it came straight from Twolegplace. She quietly padded over to see a rat like she expected. She wasn't dead like she thought. It muttered strange things, which made it sound like an idiot. She sighed. I don't need to be bothered with this, she thought. Besides, there were better things to do. She started to walk away.

[size=13pt]But fighting your feelings is the most difficult battle of all.[/size]

[size=28pt] .● ◌ Blithe ♐ ◎●.[/size]
_{The bittersweet alleycat of the Elite}

[size=13pt]Some things are worth fighting for, and others are not...[/size]

Blithe hopped up to see what was happening. Her eyes widened. "Quite a thing we have here," she said. She'd never seen this type of strange machinery before, but she knew that twoleg kits played in here like this, bumping each other. What was it's name.. Bumper cars, perhaps. She watched them enjoy the contraptions as they swerved and bumped each other for plain fun. She had no idea why there was any need for something like this.. But then again, like she said, before, it was the twolegs' loss. There were really good at making contraptions, despite how thick headed they were. It was great that someone learned to work it. Now they could benefit from this in some way. "May I join?" she asked.

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