Posts by Mockinglullaby

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Even in her previous life, the lean girl was a sloppy hunter, but now that a second opportunity had presented itself to her, she was learning to take advantage of her prior mistakes. In her best attempt to copy her mentor, the apprentice dropped to the ground, using ever bit if leg muscle she possessed to keep from the curly hairs upon her stomach to brush against the dusty ground. Her tail moved with obvious excitement and as she tried to progress with silence, her paws tread over bundles of leaves and sticks. "Shoot!" She thought, allowing blush to redden her cheeks as she finally sat up.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Bombshellpaw was a natural klutz, but the petite soul desired praise. The girl, now focusing upon his previously uttered words, straightened her tail, fixing her stance in the whole. She looked a tad bit awkward, and the overview of the move was sloppy and flawed, but it stil worked for that particular moment, and the apprentice slid forward, trying to get the illusion that she was indeed floating. Of course, her muscles were screaming for such a workout, and as she neared her prey, she felt her legs give out from under her, Bombshell's body tumbling down to the ground in a heap of sandy fur. "I was close."

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]She wanted to be able to joke with Frostbite, to tell him that she understood why he packed up and left. But she couldn't. It didn't stop her from approaching, though, eying her "father" with a quizzical glance as he addressed Tiger and MacTavish. "Hey, everyone," The reincarnation of Starbucks smoothly called, voice flat as she surveyed each if her clanmates.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"What are you yowling about?" The copper eyed girl glared upon Tiger, who was, ironically, her sister when she lived as Starbucks. She had yet to discover this yet. "Your going to wake up the whole school," Bombshellpaw hissed flatly, usually dreamy gaze narrowing with irritation.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]His words made no sense to her, but she managed to halt the flow of tears. "But you came back," She firmly decided, her voice wavering in just the slightest as she offered him a weak reply. Her mind was still shocked, as she could not see reasoning behind any of his actions, and heck, she had just met the man. "And that is what counts."

low muse. ;-;

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]There was a sliver of confusion within her copper gaze, but Bombshellpaw managed to hold her tongue. Permafrost was her mentor, and from what she had encountered from the almost ghostlike serval, she felt as if he was an excellent teacher. "Frostbite, he is my mentor," She finally replied, shame crossing her features as she looked upon her "father".

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"I could get a new mentor, if it disturbs you that much. He was just the only one that wanted to take me, nobody likes somebody from ShadowClan," Bombshellpaw whispered in a steely manner, regret facading her maw. How had she not known any of this? Why had she been so dumb as to keep a blind eye upon this matter.

I'm such a idiot."

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"If anything happens, then yes, I'd love for you to be my mentor, but until then, no." Her voice was somewhere else, drifting and dreaming as she tried to place what was possibly irritating Frostbite. She was slightly oblivious, and while she realized that the topic of this conversation was Permafrost, Bombshellpaw couldn't help but feel as if there was something more, something deeper. With a mental shrug, the sandy coloured apprentice allowed her copper gaze to fall upon Twistkissed. A smile embraced her then, memories of her familiar voice singing threw her mind.

The reincarnation of Starbucks was certain that this was indeed her previous mother. "Hello."

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Bombshellpaw was a simple soul, one who was pleased easily and had little needs or wants. She had recently discovered (courtesy of Frostbite and several, haunting memories) that she was indeed the deceased Starbucks. Her mind was wandering as she walked along, copper optics peering into each room in hope of finding either some vacancy or a feline who was suitable enough to speak to her.

Her patience was rewarded.

The former ShadowClanner saw him, looking upon the sky and in obvious thought. She felt bad approaching him, but felt compelled. "Starbucks must of known him." She had not the slightest of ideas that they were sweethearts. Big surprise.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]She was definitely an interesting soul. One who wandered aimlessly threw twisted corridors in hopes of revealing forgotten whispers and hidden secrets. She had been pondering her previous life, so deep in thought that her name, which entered the air, transformed into a mental vision of it's own. She knew better to fall for her illusions, though, and quickly blinked the beautiful pictures of herself away, large ears perked forward with utmost curiosity.

She remembered him, they discussed mentor ship within the leader's office. Part of the sandy apprentice wished that he was her sole mentor, not someone who would simply train her on the side, but that was only because she had come to the realization and knowledge on how hated her mentor was. She actually liked Magnus, not in the manner that she liked Talisman, but in the form of an acquaintance, maybe even a friend. Her copper gaze fell upon his body, large, white, and heavily scarred. She pondered, for the briefest of moments, how he received each and everyone of those horrid blemishes, but thought about inquiring about it— she didn't wish to appear snooty.

The daughter of Badromance (a BloodClan player that she never, truly met) entered the chamber he had placed himself in, body itching to do something other then push-ups (virtually the only done that Permafrost had her do along with Alice), something that would be incredibly enjoyable. "Hey, Magnus," The slender Bombshellpaw purred, unbeknownst to his house arrest. "What are we going to do?" She inquired softly, sliding into a sitting position as she addressed her "training buddy".

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]The sandy, almost cream in appearance, apprentice had been drifting with little destination threw the corridors, seeking out something of importance. She of course, did not hear Frostbite's words had not the slightest idea as to what he was planning on doing, she merely approached him, nodding to Caleb in a polite manner. She was envious of the boy, he was able to call the ex-Divine father and she was not, even if, technically, he was. "Hey," She called gently, sliding to the ground in the form of a sitting position as Bombshellpaw acknowledged the Slayer.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Being gifted with invisibility surely did have it's quirks. Her sandy form materialized then, her copper optics mere slits as she glared upon Blair. "Your just being a drama queen because you are envious of May. How can you be so shallow as to hurt a little girl just because she admit that she had a crush on your boyfriend? This is fucking ridiculous, I never expected mere trainees to be googly-eyed over some guy. It's just stupid and unnatural, get a life and stop mooning over some impossible love life, both of you. Right now, your life should consist of bonding with best friends and having the best possible training experience offered, not thinking about starting a family."

"All your going to do is throw away your life." Bombshellpaw spoke with truth, her mind playing images of young females who's lives had been tossed haphazardly away because they had the sudden desire to love somebody. Nobody saw the reincarnation of Starbucks confessing love.

Like she mentioned prior, it was just unnnatural.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]With a wavering breath, Bombshellpaw felt a wave of raw guilt soak her being. "Listen, Blair. I didn't expect my words to come out like that, really. I just don't want you making the mistake of having a family to young. My sis-" She paused then, fear facading her maw as she almost forbid one of her many untold secrets. "A cat I know had kittens when she was young, if I'm correct, she fled to RiverClan and I never saw her again. Blair, your a pretty little thing, with a whole life in front of you, I'm sorry I yelled, I yell when I get defensive because I got so close to experiencing it."

"Because I'm Starbucks and I know what it is like to see kittens brought into a world by two, way too young parents."

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"Listen, I don't care if your some sort of Medic, but I was some sort of keeper previously. I know all about SunClan, I watched kittens being born, and I don't agree with see fucking petty romances. Make me public enemy number one, I don't care, this is the first time I've met you as Bombshellfuckingpaw. Don't give that shit anyways, accidents happen."

Whoops.

Secret was out.

She was about to take the extra step and just allow herself to bluntly say.
"Oh yeah, another thing, I'm fucking Starbucks, that is how I know."

But, she refrained herself.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]A soft sigh labored her lips, the broken remnants of a tune hovering around her body before being consumed entirely. She was rather angry at herself, for becoming do serious, to allow the very secret that her life depended on slip threw her fingers and into the ears of her clanmates. She had hurt Blair without meaning too, as she was especially moody that particular day, and finally, had been crowned public enemy number one for her actions.

In a short, she was rather sure that all attendants of that little fight weren't too fond of her any longer. The sandy coloured Bombshellpaw held with great passion, the desire to reverse her actions, to simply stand up for the two-legged girl instead of bringing her down. She hadn't the slightest of ideas that her words would hit that hard. Hell, if they had been uttered to her, she would of embraced them and lived by them, she would of acknowledged them instead of bursting into a bundle of pitiful fur. But then again, that was the daughter of Badromance.

She had found herself outside that day, wandering with no place to go while reminiscing in her own, twisted thoughts. She needed to devise a plan in which she would make up for her crude responses, but there were no suitable ideas within her intelligent mind. She was at a roadblock. And that was when she saw him. Darcy. He seemed preoccupied by some other felines around the garden, yet she held opportunity. Her step held a peppy bounce, and a light shone within her red-rimmed (as she had been recently crying) eyes. Her lean body traveled over to him and the spectators, hoping that he held no grudge nor disrespect for her.

She wasn't attempting to be a nuisance at all.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Blair.

Her mind found a total blank as copper eyes fell upon the two-limbed lass. She allowed a wince to cross her features, spying with great ease the cower she emit. Did her words hurt that much? Bombshellpaw truly didn't wish to find out, but she had a reputation to restock, and some attempt of befriending and apologizing to the "power" couple was definitely in order.

A sigh labored her lips as she averted her gaze, attempting to create some, broken figment of speech that would help with her case. "Blair... Darcy.... I was a bitch, I was being rash, I was being stupid. I know you wouldn't get her pregnant, I guess I was just overprotective because Blair reminds me of my former sister, Whitepaw," She uttered, quite surprised that her words were smooth and breathless. She hoped that no questions would arise from the "former sister" tidbit, but was willing to answer if need be.

Now she simply had to await an answer from probably the cats that despised every last bit of her.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Her death seemed to be long forgotten. There was no more signs of mourning along her peers, and while she was rather glad that it had disappeared, the sandy girl felt a bit empty with loosing it. A labored sigh fell from her muzzle and a lean body carried her from room to room, ears perked as if hoping to catch some glimmer of conversation.

In some ways, her efforts were rewarded.

Fawn-like eyes fell upon a certain three-legged inhabitant, apparently rather sad for Frostbite leaving her. Bombshellpaw, reincarnation of Starbucks to say the least, held a great desire to comfort her. To tell Icebreaker to fuck off and stop making her mother, or at least, previous mother feel any worst. Besides, was it truly necessary to say "This is how I felt?". No, no it wasn't it. That was simply a crude statement and it irritated her, it made her want to slide right upon to Icebreaker and give her a good slap. But she merely stood in place, copper optics focused upon sandy paws.

There were remnants of a broken song within her mind, and in a way, she thought it to be comforting in the slightest. If her memories proved correctly, it was the first song that Twistkissed sang to Starbucks. "The dog days are over, the dog days are done. Can you hear the horses, cause here they come." Her voice wavered in just the slightest, but still offered a crisp and new melody.

Please let this work.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]An almost cream girl joined the conversing bunch, a light dancing within her copper optics as she surveyed them all. "Hey Spencer, Caleb, and I don't believe we have met." She retained a cheerful response even though her life was ridden with many hardships, no need to dampen the already fragile SunClan with that of her depressing life.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]She was a bit surprised as Caleb flickered, using the invisibility that raced threw her own veins as well. She allowed her image to slide into and out of view for a few moment, a smile evident upon her maw whenever she was not claimed by transparency. "How are you doing?" She inquired in a sweet manner, thin tail forming a drape over dainty, sand coloured paws.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]It did not make any difference, being confined to the school, it was just a new adventure and a new outlook on training. In her previous life, she was nothing but a simple-minded pacifist who refused to fight on any conditions, but her tradition had died and she was ready to finally sharpen rusty techniques. With a mere nod, as to acknowledge his request, the tan girl aimed to skillfully land upon his back, trying to bat in a somewhat hostile manner, the feline's one, good ear. "Did I do that right?" She inquired softly.

{sorry for late reply && low muse}

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