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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]"No. And even if I did, I would touch them unless I knew they were the one, or until I'm a warrior." Whitekit would roll onto his back beside the caracal. "Hey, um. . . is it true that Permafrost r.ped you?"[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit would stare at Blackpaw for a few minutes, just simply staring at her with his dark brown eyes. After those moments had passed, he'd let out a snort and rest his head back against the sand. "Whatever you say, doll. Relationships don't necessarily need to have love. . ." [/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]"Ouch." Whitekit bit his lip, squirming uncomfortably. That must have been weird. He couldn't imagine getting knocked up with another dude, but he wasn't going to judge the cats who liked that kind of stuff.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua][::flails:: whooooo]
"Wouldn't hurt." Whitekit would groan as he rolled over and got to his paws, shaking out his spotted and white fur. "See you around, doll face." he grinned, giving Blackpaw a wink as he began to walk away hesitantly, obviously wanting to stay a little longer.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua][Whitekit: "I wanna know what love is! I want you to show me!]
The male's fur immediately fluffed up, his body tensing as he braced himself for the attack. Being knocked to the ground, Whitekit would immediately begin squirming beneath Blackpaw, a grin on his face. This was somewhat scary, but amusing in his eyes. He would rely on instincts here, since he wasn't an apprentice and she was. Lifting his paw, his ivory claws glinting, Whitekit would attempt to bring them down and swipe at the female's cheek while feeling the pain of her claws on his flank. "Kitty wanna dance?"[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua][omg yes xD]
"What kind of moves?" Whitekit would wink, letting out a chuckle that was cut off as she kicked him in the stomach. Oh fuck. The wind was momentarily knocked out of him, his eyes closing. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again only to find that he was no longer as close to Blackpaw as he was a not too long ago. The savannah rose to his paws and let out a hiss, tail lashing out behind him. Pff, she wouldn't kill him. . . would she?[/fancypost] |
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[x3]
"Care to show me? I'm sure it'd be quite the experience. . ." Whitekit would snicker after recovering from the attack. He bunched his muscles and leapt for Blackpaw, attempting to knock her on her back and pin her down. ". . .Doll."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit shrugged. "I just wish everyone else would see him the way I do. Then they'd understand. They think they understand, but they don't and they never will."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua][pff, bramble get outta here xD]
"I'm being as careful as my temper will allow." Whitekit rolled his eyes at that, listening intently on his father's next statement. "We can meet in the middle though! It's not like I'm going to willingly cut off all ties with you. I want you to be my dad, still. Isn't there a place we could go to meet or something? If Permafrost finds out and keeps my apprenticeship back, I don't care. I can be the age of a warrior but still have a kit name and I wouldn't care. I just want a dad."[/fancypost] |
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[xD ; whitekit would answer Gothika with 'ma'am' xD]
"Oh, come on, don't hate." Whitekit would give the pinned femme a cheesy smile, taking the chance of closing his eyes in the process. After a few seconds, he re-opened his eyes and stared down at Blackpaw, not really saying anything. He just stared at her with a smirk in place along his maw as if expecting her to do something. Doll, he liked that nickname for her now that he thought about it. [/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit continued to stare, thoughts churning in his head. Now that he actually looked at her, she did look kind of pretty. It was a shame they were half-siblings, and from different clans. No way would anyone let them be together. . .
Wait.
What?[/fancypost] |
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Whitekit would stumble and fall backwards at the force, yet quickly recovered and jumped to her paws. "What did I do?" the savannah would snort, rolling his eyes. Dammit, was he. . . was he attracted to her? Da fuck?[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Ugh, the stupid ball. It made him sick to think about because he had someone in mind to go with, but they were unable to go for obvious reasons that he would not tell. Whitekit casually padded up to his full siblings, seating himself quietly. "What's going on, baby sister?" he mewed (even though they were his littermates so they weren't really younger than him). "Are you going to the ball with anyone? Do I have to have a serious talk with a certain young man?"
Meet protective brother Whitekit.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]"I was upset. It doesn't matter if I hate you or not, your still my sister and I care about you." Whitekit held back a snort. She hadn't gotten over that? He was pissed off then, she needed to stop holding a grudge. "Don't hate because I'm being myself."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]He shouldn't even be here. What the fuck was he here for? His reason was stupid. There was a Sun Ball being planned in SunClan and he had no one to go with. His first thought was going alone, his second was not going at all, and his third was asking Blackpaw. But why would he do that? She was a BloodClanner, she couldn't go for that obvious reason.
Damn emotions.
"B-Blackpaw?" dammit, now he was stuttering. Fuck this shit, he was out! Turning around, the savannah pelt of Whitekit hurried back over to the border.
This.
Was.
Stupid.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Upon seeing Ephemerakit, a small smirk would grow on the male's face. Immediately, he began to stare at the femme, taking in her features and such, but then Peppermint's thoughts entered his mind and he blinked. Because our family is fucked up.
Little to-be-ladies-man turned back to Ephemerakit, his smirk returning. "Sisters, right?"[/fancypost] |
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"Hey, um, dad? Is it bad that I might have an interest in my half-sister?"[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]"Um. . . Blackpaw. She's. . .Gothika's daughter." biting his lip, Whitekit would half expect to be scolded. Even if they did want to start a family, they couldn't. He was a sterile little boy (which would help in the future when he becomes a ladies man).[/fancypost] |
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[dun spank meh bby D<]
Whitekit would nod, understanding why the caracal wanted him to be careful. "Of course."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Scoffing, the tom would once again roll his eyes. "Whatever, girly, I gotta get back to SunClan. See you around." and with that, the light colored savannah would race away, eyes narrowed. What the fuck just happened?[/fancypost] |
