Posts by Alaska .

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That was true, a lot of people in this clan had loner names, but there were a few who had clan names as well! "Not all though! Risencorpse… Inkdeath, Blackcorset, Lovelybones, Direchronicle…" Alaska bet that there were more with clan names, much more, but she had only met and heard of a few, being so new to the clan of blood.

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Alaska had been out wandering like usual, letting the wind ruffle her fur and letting clumps of snowy-desert sand crunch under the light weight of her paws. Life in Bloodclan had been a success, she had officially loved it here, even if she had only been around for a short period of time. The trainee stopped in her tracks, letting out a yawn and stretching out her body, before continuing on again, but stopped once more as she came to the border. There was a huge tiger there! Casually standing, with no real purpose that she could see (but obviously there was). "U-Um, hi… What are you doing here?" she asked to Cataclysm, craning her neck to look up at the massive beast.

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Alaska nodded, figurative thinking was the way to go in her opinion. It would stretch compact ideas out, and once these ideas were stretched so far, you could really dive in and see the small things others might have missed. Then, you can twist the ideas and find other ways to look at things. Alaska liked that way better then just thinking of things that were set in stone. "Nah it's fine, I'm a bit weird, but I like to think of thinks poetically… figuratively, yeah, warped."

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Darkclan had been Proclan? Well, she never knew that! Now she felt a bit more uncomfortable on the topic of them, they sounded even worse then they were before. She could understand cats changing from Proclan to Anticlan, but if they had really made Casper want to rip his fur out, something was off. "Well congrats! Who's the lucky lady? Or guy, don't know where you're at." or guy… Alaska didn't care, but she did not know Casper that well to know where his love life lay.

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Mmhm, positions and all their glory. Alaska thought being a high position would be cool, but she could imagine all the impounding stress it may bring on you. All this work that you had to do… She was not lazy, but it did seem like things would move quite fast. "Yeah, but congrats on getting promoted back then!" Inkdeath probably had been a very active cat, and very helpful. Alaska wished she could be like that, not for the sake of being promoted, but for the sake of just being useful.

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Oh that was good! It was Cataclysm, the Warmaster of Bloodclan! Though, like he had thought, he could kill her in a flash if he pleased, she trusted him. He was a loyal member and she felt her fear rise even lower as he replied in a kind voice. "Oh! Welcome back! You are so big!" Alaska mewed with a little twinkle in her eyes, neck still craned up at the golden tiger.

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track yo who wants a thread

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Okay! So she was not wrong adding the "lucky guy" to the sentence. He preferred both boy and girl, which was totally awesome. More choices right? "Well congrats! The pups are gonna have a great dad." Alaska mewed happily. Temulin… Hmm, she hadn't heard of the name, but she was a new member, so maybe eventually she'd find out who this Temulin was.

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Alaska gave a grin that seemed to ache on her cheeks, because whenever she was complimented, it seemed that smiling was her way of dealing with it. "Aw, yeah, thanks." the trainee mewed to Dimitri, looking his way to give him a more polite way of conversing. "Well, I dunno what's the fun in that. Being yourself and being different, it's much better then falling into place with others. Sure you can fit in, but why not think the way you want?"

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Alaska padded over behind the others, watching the strange ball with a hidden curiosity. So many twoleg objects had made it into Bloodclan, and she hadn't the faintest clue as to why they were there! "Where did you find it?" Alaska asked Altaïr with a little gleam in her eyes, taking a seat beside the others.

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Alaska bit her lip, thinking of a question, before one came to mind. "Does my mom actually love me?" it was more of a sensitive topic, but since she was as confident as a rooster she didn't have much trouble saying it out loud.

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> lol this is weird she just got a mentor actually so let me pretend she has one now anyways~

Alaska's fur prickled a little as the cool voice tickled her ear. She wasn't expecting someone to be around these parts, and she wasn't expecting someone to want to have a conversation with her anyways. The chocolate smoke was simply a misfit of a trainee who no one really liked to talk to. She was different, she was warped, she thought of this figuratively, and she was almost too spontaneous for her own good. "Yup, and you are, Darkenpool, right?" Alaska asked the warmaster with a tilt of her head, standing up on all fours now that her thoughts had been diverted from Luca to having a conversation with Darken.

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Accidental? Hmm, she was thinking of reasons for accidental litters, and many came to mind. Maybe one night stands? Rape? Well, Casper would not rape, so that was off the list… Maybe catmint litters? There were so many things that could be a cause to an accidental litter, Alaska was slightly impressed. "Oh well, I'm Alaska… I was born in Hawkclan, lived there for a very short time, and then came here when I was trying to find my mum." after that, history was still being written. Nothing more to her life really...

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Alaska watched the two go back and forth in questions, her own head turning from one to another. She was learning a lot about everyone, even if they were simple small questions.

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"Anyways, do you wanna do something Inky?" Alaska mewed with a smile full of content playing out on her lips. Bloodcln was a great clan, and Alaska was so happy that no one had been mean to her so far. She had thought maybe the other, older members would give her contemptuous looks or a hard time, but luckily it was much the opposite.

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Alaska grinned, agreeing completely that Hawkclan had been a waste. "Yup… Embarrassing, my sister still lives there." the chocolate smoke mewed with a little laugh curling around her words in an embrace. "Really? That's odd, I only came here at first because I wanted my mother, but to leave a clan you grew up in?" Alaska thought it'd be hard, even if you did come from a shit clan.

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Alaska herself had been jumping around from den to den, seeing if anyone was up for hanging out. Everyone she had come across was rather busy, and the place she resorted to last, was the nursery. Sure she wouldn't find a friend to go hunt with, but maybe she could hang around with the youngsters. "Hi!" the friendly female mewed to Sheira, looking down at the kitten who's eyes were wide open.

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Alaska trotted over to the group of cats, glancing around from one to the other. What was all the commotion about? She didn't know, and frankly didn't care, but if it meant some goodhearted conversation she'd stand around even in the weirdest of situations.

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Alaska trotted over and looked down at the duck, brows knitting together with a contemptuous look. "Who's the duck? Why haven't we eaten it yet?" the she-cat asked to Lucifer and Violeta, sparkling green eyes looking up at the leopard and serval.

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Alaska sauntered up behind the others, dark forest green eyes twinkling with an unblinking state. Who was this cat? She didn't need to ask, two others had already gotten that down, so instead the chocolate smoke would simply sit and waver around.