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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]

"Hey," the brown and white cat called up to her. "What are you doing up there?" She stopped to look at her. Dang, I'm so hoping she does not try to kill herself, she thought. That's what happened twice last time. So many Elitists recently had tried to kill themselves because of grief. She desperately hoped that was not the case this time.

[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 knew that feeling. That was never fun. "You want to talk about it? If not, I'll just leave you alone," she answered. It was a simple but rare offer from the cat, especially since she wasn't comfortable talking with others. Usually you felt like it, or you didn't, or else you felt like you wanted to rip someone's throat out. Those were probably one of those times.

[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]

The American Curl looked at her, reading her expression. "They took something away from you, didn't they?" It was obvious, especially since you wanted to injure whoever did it. The animals that were in Clans were stupid, following their sacred codes and whatnot. They'd take away their own rights for the sake of it. How dumb.

[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 raised an non-existent eyebrow before slowly trailing back. "Yes, there has been a recent battle," she answered, casting a look of doubt upon this rat. Why would it be so considered about the Elite? "And what would be so surprising about it?" It was slightly difficult to understand it, considering the words he was using, but at least it was comprehensible.

[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]

"I'm sorry for what happened to your brother," she replied before sitting down. "It's hard dealing with a death of someone you love. I had a brother like you.." she trailed off. She hated whenever she thought about that time. "He died a long time ago," she said, now surprisingly bitter.

[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 sighed wistfully. "You know those huge big things that twolegs go in and have lights?" It was a very vague, but if she were from Twolegplace, she'd get what she was describing. "Probably not, but I think they're called cars. One ran over him and killed him."

[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]

"True.. Is there anything you wish that you could have done with him?" she asked, tilting her head to look up at the sky. "Honestly, I don't know about me.." It was hard to remember what she did with him, but she still knew.

[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]

"My brother was my only littermate," she responded. "But at least we had someone to stick by our side for a while, right?"

[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 nodded back to Clove before replying to Shagul slowly. "You see that other group we were fighting was RiverClan. And our group, the Elite, don't like Clans. We fought one another for a reason," she said, thinking of more to say. "You see, we had some of their friends and families locked up in the dungeon, and I guess they wanted to get revenge. As for the other animals you saw there, different animals join our groups and ranks for the same reason all of us had come here," she finished. Probably not a good explanation, but it would do for now.

[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]

"Go ahead," she said as she sat down, curling her tail around her paws. She hoped it would be nicer than the other two.

[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 in response. "Do you want to do anything to get your mind off of it for a while?"

[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 watched as Kal asked Sanata, who was probably unhappy with what she was doing. She would have been feeling the same if she didn't want to do something right about now. Maybe she was celebrating her promotion, swing back. But she did this all the time. The fun loving guard never ceased to make her smile, even just a little bit. Sure, she was playing with the other members, but that was what made her so lovable. She wasn't ashamed of herself, but just the polar opposite. Proud. Even if you were silly, she realized that if you were proud of who you were it wouldn't make a difference. People would learn to except and respect you soon enough. That confidence was something she lacked, and in that instant she realized she kind of liked the spunk of this feline. Laughter was a virtue, perhaps. Even if she was a cold hearted thing before, she was learning to warm up.
As soon as the American Curl found an empty seat, she jumped into it and took hold of the controls. It didn't make her very happy that the name Bumper Cars had "Cars" in its name- She hated those wretched twoleg things. But she tried to push it out of her mind and focus and having a good time. That's what Kal would want, right? Now all she had to figure out was how to move it. She gingerly put her paws on the steering wheel and tilted it. Instantly the car jerked to the right abruptly. She was pleased with herself. This thing is pretty cool.

[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]

(It would be nice if everyone could bring their characters and roleplay here. I need some peeps in the Elite for Blithe to hate, for her to befriend, and for her to love. I'm looking for as many people as possible in this thread. I don't feel the need to set up a plotting thread unless the demand for my charrie rockets up. So type away!)

Blithe roamed past various tents, eyes gazing at everything and yet at nothing; Observant but whisked once again into thought. Her mind aimlessly trailing after her, she looked for someone new. Someone that would refresh her. Someone that would mock her. Either way, she was nonchalant about it. Just someone new. Or someone she had met before.

She wanted to get her mind off what she was thinking. She couldn't decide, so she needed to set it down and clear everything. She wasn't sure what to do. But she needed to do something else. Then everything would sparkle crystal clear. Then it would all make sense, she was sure.

She wanted to rip that thought out of the book. She might do it, she might not. But whatever she did, she had to be firm on it.

But she was having trouble staying aloft. So she made sure she would leave her mind blank and void so that she could enjoy life for even a few seconds.

Bright two orbs searched for someone. Anyone that could be nice, or snappy. She was a bit reckless right now; She didn't really care. She didn't care what she looked like. She looked murderous with all of her scars, but did she look like the mood now? She wasn't really sure if anyone could tell.

Her lengthy brown tail waving from side to side, her vibrant green eyes rested upon someone. Finally, she thought as she made her way over. She swept past faces of faces. Cats, dogs, and other various species that had joined in the Elite. This one promises to be interesting. I don't care who I talk to today. I just need to settle down for a moment. Find myself again.

[size=13pt][color=#902dcb]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]

Her paws skidded to a stop as she looked around. Shoot.. She'd never screwed up that badly. You're only looking for someone and then realize they're gone. What kind of cat actually does that? It was hard to find anyone when everything seemed to meld together into one huge conjoined blob. It was strange, but it was also like sinking in a sea of faces. She was kind of ticked that she still wasn't used to that about now. She oughta be. She should be.
Strangely, she was kind of happy. Or not. Which was why she had these stupid problems in the first place. She wasn't sure how she felt about anything anymore. Not after that. Because she was reluctant to leave this when she could move on. Why was she having such a hard time?

For the first time in her life, the American Curl was actually looking for a conversation. She grimaced. Was she really like that now? Revolting. Trying to ease her hyperactive brain, she found someone else. She flicked her ear as she approached this cat. She knew that look all too well. Something was wrong. Somebody in this place supposed to be prancing around, and then they stare into space. It's obvious something is amiss. She hesitated for a moment, but then padded straight up to her. "Something wrong?" she asked the cat, her question terse.

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

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