Posts by LOUVREART.

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"you know sometimes i like the chill. it's the only thing that keeps me thinking i'm alive." the statement wasn't one that was as clear as the blue waters, but louvreart knew that chinabella was an intelligent soul who would be able to find out the hidden meaning. cool, chocolate orbs stared out at the tiny cove which opened up into the gorgeous ocean. the view gave her the chills at times, for she knew that when the tides were tough a hawkclanner could get swept out to sea, but thankfully the tides were usually very light in the cove.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]something about the female hyena reminded her about herself. perhaps it was the motherly nature that the two held, that most females held, or maybe it was the sparkle in her dark chocolate orbs. despite the reason, the former deputy felt like she could trust grym to take good care of her dear daughter. hearing her daughter's whimpers brought the cheetah back out of her reverie, pain flashing through her eyes. giving up her lovely doll was a stake to the heart and louvreart couldn't keep those damn tears from brimming the edges of her obscure gaze. fore paw wrapping around daydream's tiny, lithe being at a last hug, her grip around her dear daughter squeezing tight, the cheetah pressed her maw to the white and black cub's forehead. "daydream efflorescence praelium, you have to be courageous. know that no matter what i will see you again and that i love you with all my heart. you will be safe here and grym will take good care of you. our family has been through a lot, my dear, and through the flames we had to watch and endure, now you have to do the same. place a smile upon her pretty face, show them you're fearless," she whispered to her child before nudging the tiny praelium with her nose forward to the hyena. take good care of her grym, louvreart attempted to send to the harbringer-praevado through her mind as her gaze studied the relative of the canines.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]a single tear trickled down the cheetah's face as she sucked in a deep breath. her child's wide, fearful eyes made her heart want to crack directly down the middle and then shatter into a million pieces upon the cold, hard floor. life just wasn't fair, she of all peole should understand this, and this was just one of the many examples that proved this notion. but the only way to escape this scenario without completely breaking down and throwing a fit was to use force. "i know, my little one, but you must be brave. for me. for your sisters. for you. now go now." her voice was slightly more stricter than her former comments, but her voice cracked as her head rose away from the petite cub. eyes turning hesitantly away from the frightened mixed-clan parent child, louvreart nodded her head in an approval for grym to take daydream away.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]what really irritated the former deputy of hawkclan the most was how the praelium children acted around one another. all high and mighty as if they had all the authority in the damn world. the cheetah had to bite down hard upon her bottom lip to quit from making a snappy remark to the one who had used the phrase 'yo'. oh she'd tell him that he was not the first praelium, so why the hell should he be complaining? abbadus had plenty of litters and probably hundreds of children. if that kid had any beef with her or her daughter she would tell him to go pound salt, or to go talk with his father, whom had a major part in creating all those litters.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]The look he shot Skyscraper was one that would most definitely piss the female off as she narrowed her chocolate orbs in on the ex-lover. Maybe she should take it back as she no longer did want to see the father to one of her litters. Pressing a protective paw in front of her three remaining cubs, a low grow rumbled in the wild-cat's throat.

"What do you want, Spor?" She queried, her tenor as cold as her eyes were as she glared at the cinder hued male. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]so what if she had just given birth to four, perfect and health cubs, three of which would be staying in her lovely clan. louvreart was bored out of her mind and although she knew her current state was weary and fatigued, that wouldn't stop the determined cheetah from at least taking a border patrol out.

padding silently out of the nursery, being cautious to not wake her sleeping beauties, the former deputy of hawkclan peered around the camp. "anyone interested going on a hunting patrol?"

[eh musseee where did you go? :c][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]a soft smile laced the wild-cat's lips as she let a small huff out, sitting beside the chinese(?) female. or was she vietnamese or japaneses? oh well, what mattered was who chinabelle was, not where she was from. chinabelle, in louvreart's mind, was a great female with a good potential for greatest. all that the former deputy could hope for was that when the time came, the new mother would take the chance to greatness and not let it fly by.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify][ c: i apologize for this late reply, my muse isn't being very nice to me with lovey Dx ]

no liking the awkward silence that spread between the two, the former deputy cleared her throat before she parted her maw to speak. "so chinabelle, how are your young ones doing?" she queried as she had heard word that the chinese feline had recently brought a few new members into the clan.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]"enough! if i hear any other threats or negative comments you'll be cleaning the elder's dens for moons and i'm sure tigerroar can help arrange that if necessary," the cheetah growled, ears flicking backwards against her skull at the apprentice aged female and the pregnant female's bickering. having kitted only a few sunrises and sunsets before today, louvreart was still extremely weary and short-tempered. maybe it was just her personality or perhaps this was an indication that something was wrong with her, but the cheetah wouldn't even think of the latter.

"if we're done with this nonsense then let's head out. anyone know where we should go?" the former deputy questioned, eyes warming up slightly as she gazed at the other members of the patrol for any useful suggestions.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]ignoring their sullen and down tenors, louvreart rose to her paws, a wide smile lacing her lips as she eagerly nodded her head. acting as if she hadn't just heard the argument and interrupted it, the former deputy nodded her head. "the beach sounds good," she replied to tawnypaw as she began to head towards the camp's entrance, tail flicking behind her indicating for the rest to follow.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]the former deputy had heard the conversation, her super senses aiding her hearing as she waltzed up toward the gathering group. "give her some space, i doubt anyone would love to be smushed by you all," the cheetah ordered, humor coating her weary voice as louvreart studied the seven month old with sharp, sun-kissed amber orbs. she longed to be able to accept this feline into their clan, but the power to do so had been stripped from her paws so she now had to wait someone higher-up to come accepted the female into the clan. "i'm louvreart, it's a pleasure to meet you ballroomdances."[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Catching the hostile look from the lion, Louvreart stopped in her tracks, clearing her throat being shooting her own glare at Funeralpaw. For heaven's sake couldn't Hawkclan get along for one flimsy patrol? Eyes darting back to the path ahead, the cheetah strutted onward.

"So, perhaps Hawkclan should host a special winter event? If you all were some sort of an event manager, what event would you hold?" She questioned, her voice ringing cloud and clear for the ones at the back of the patrol to hear.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Paw gently pressed upon the ground as deep, chocolate orbs stared at Noirscape, no, Noirstar. The former deputy slowed her pace to a walk, face instantly lighting up as she caught sight of Flyron whom she hadn't seen it what felt like ages. Lately, Louvreart had been feeling older and older, and this wasn't an exactly pleasant thing that she was going through. She had just brought four, perfectly healthy cheetah cubs into the world and this had taken it's toll on her for birth wasn't an easy event, but the gift that came with it was worth all the pain.

Nodding her head in a greeting to the bird, hoping he'd fly down to where she had decided to sit, Louvreart returned her attention back to the co-leader, momentarily pondering where Copperstar was.

At the announcement, the thirty-five month old felt her stomach knot. Her best-friend was ill? How bad was it? Was she going to be alright? Worry creased onto her brow as she straightened her back, looking over Noirstar in hope of catching a glimpse of Copperstar as she came out of the leader's den to say she was fine... But she knew that wouldn't happen and she had also decided that she wasn't going to follow Noirstar's warning. She was going to visit Copperstar whether she liked it or not. And the next piece of news brought the female to glance about the gathered group, wondering if the killer was among them. She had barely three month old cubs in the clan and if this bitch was to lay a single paw upon one of them she was going to send the insane demon back to satan- and without a thank you card.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Nodding her head, the mother of four litter smiled widely. "Well I'm sure someone will be here... Soon," she murmured, glancing around to catch sight of someone to accept Ballroomdances into the clan.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Amusement crossed the cheetah's face as Chinabelle used the foreign language. Without her clarifying what it meant in English, well she'd be as lost as a ball in the high weeds. Nodding her head, the intellectual femme was able to figure out 'xie-xie' was. Thank you, right? "That's good. little ones can be so fun, but they grow up to fast," she murmured, sorrow coating her statement.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Mildly warm chocolate orbs stared at the small group of happy Hawkclan members, her attention trained on her young daughter whom she loved ever so dearly. Seeing the white cheetah brought great pain to the female as she knew that although she had promised Abbadus a cub, it had been like a fork to the core when she was forced to give up little Daydream. The poor girl, living in her daddy's deceptive anti-clan. Realizing she was now frowning, the female pulled herself together and let a loose, friendly smile lace her lips.

"May I join?" She queried. She didn't only just want to keep an eye on Oddette, but also a game sounded like fun and she could use something that was fun.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Louvreart bobbed her head, acknowledging that she heard Tawnypaw's response. This type of question took some thought, she understood that. After all, when she, Wildstreak, and Paintedpaw had created the Hawkclan Hoedown it had taken some thought.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]"Abandonedvillage, dear, it look's like you just saw a ghost," the mother exclaimed, humor coating her voice as she referred to the startled expression that haunted her daughter's gorgeous face. Louvreart, of course, didn't know that she had actually just seen someone from the dead, so the comment meant nothing extreme to her and wasn't meant to poke any sticks at her daughter. Trotting up toward the Knight, the former deputy nodded her head in a greeting to the other two members of Hawkclan. Are you alright, she aimed to send to her daughter through telepathy, not wanting to discuss any matters that may be secretive aloud with the rest.

It had been a long time since she had an apprentice, too long for her liking. The mother of four litters enjoyed being out and training a youngster was something to take her mind off of all the crap that held her back from being happy.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify][ ohmygosh, my laptop messed up and didn't show you posted xD i'm changing this to private for us two to roleplay these lovely ladies c: i've missed ya so much! -tackle huggles to death- i'm so happy we can finally roleplay together again! ]

the two people she would run without hesitation to when a rainy day came would be the former leader before her and the current female leader. wildstreak and copperstar were her two eldest best-friends who she knew she could trust with her entire life. not only did she adore the two females with every fiber in her being, but she felt as if they, like her, had experienced almost every hazard that could be placed upon their shoulders. her gaze was studying the ocean waves as wildstreak treaded up. louvreart didn't even need to turn around to see who was speaking for she'd know that voice even if a million others were talking all at once. her frown perked lightly upwards in a smile as she sucked in a deep breath, completely oblivious to her best-friend's agonizing pain.

"it's been too long wildstreak," she cheetah huffed, chocolate orbs still not meeting the feral feline's gaze as she brushed off the question. "let's take a walk."