Posts by Cervidaemon

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^Bumpercars!

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Her brows only knitted further as Ashenkit spoke, and the petite femme pushed herself into her father for comfort at that. Was he professing love for her brother? Or was this some sort of prank that the two had decided to play? Yet as Heavenlykit responded her heart beat settled to something more normal, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Good, nothing was getting between her and her twin just yet- something the petite kitten was rather afraid of truth be told. Soon enough did her mother arrive as well and the kitten offered Mockingjay a smile, despite still being pressed up against Spock.

[color=white]"Look mama- Ven has a super cool friend!" She said in hushed excitement, to help her own mind convince itself it was just a normal friend thing to do, and not at all a confession gone haywire.

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She huffed once more, closing her eyes in a scowl at that. Lose in his fights eh? She was stronger than that! About to make a witty retort did the femme part her jaws, but it was her eyes that opened far wider than she had intended them to at the mention of going outside. Outside? As in, truly outside the camp? She had only ever been to the far outreaches of camp, if not just slightly outside of it's grasp... how far did Ven want to go?

"I... what if daddy gets mad at us though, Venny?" She asked, her voice having dropped significantly at that. Yes yes, what if Spock got mad? It was her fathers wrath she was fearful of after all, especially since she had yet to see it at all unlike Ven who had experienced it many times before. [color=white]"...But I do want to..." She whispered after, hanging her head and shuffling her paws. Yes, yes in the end they'd probably go out, and Glassy truly wanted to do so! It sounded exciting, fun, something to do!

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"Ah, so there are purple flowers? Can we go and try and find some then, daddy? Can we, can we?" She asked in response to her fathers confirmation. For if they existed they must have been exquisite, must have been divine, with colors that she could love and cherish like she did all of her flowers. Or at least, the flowers she saw, for Glasskit was truly the type of feline to quite literally stop and smell the roses along the path of life. The prospect of getting to do this again, with her father and finding these purple flowers, was something she became quite ecstatic of doing, her imagination going wild with the thoughts of what she could do with purple flowers.

You could make wonderful flower crowns that were peppered with small white flowers and the occasional leaf, you could take the petals off and form patterns in the dirt or stick them to your fur with cobwebs, goodness, anything could be done with flowers regardless of color- but now it was purple that she strove to find. [color=white]"Are they pretty? Tall? Large?" She asked, rapid firing the questions, determined to find the biggest of them all despite the circumstances.

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It was not the familiar zebra she had noticed first, but the glinting of light over the distance where a sharp reflection seemed to shine off of something. Thus little Glasskit had been intrigued, and began a bit of a trek to the base of the mountains where the sounds of hooves hitting the earth began to appear more prominent in her ears. Even more interested now, she peeked her head over the horizon of rocks and earth, her vibrant emerald eyes catching the glint of the sun on Anduril's blade once more as it was swung back in forth between the powerful jaws of Aragorn. Glassy watched, amazed and taken in by the movements of which Aragorn moved with, and felt the hints of envy pricking her heart. She could not move like that- not as of current anyway with her chubby kitten legs. Legs that would grow into a slender femme in due time.

"Aragorn!" She called out, trying to focus on the zebra now instead of her own emotions, wanting to rid herself of the beast of negativity. So she called him out once more, scrambling over the rise of earth and rock, nearly scraping her shoulder in the process. But the kitten did not mind, for she was fully engrossed in the zebra's swift and powerful movements. [color=white]"Aragorn! What is that of which you hold?" She asked again, praying her gentle voiced reached his ears for he did seem rather focused on the task at hand.

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Despite whether or not she got the answer correct, Glasskit was still intrigued in learning what the herb was, as much as she assumed that everyone else did as well. Cocking her head to the side, the kitten on the sidelines looked at all the others, returning her gaze to the herb and sticking by her previous answer of Stinging Whatever it was, whether or not it was the truth.

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Much like the first time they had met, she once more giggled as he nuzzled the top of her head. For it tickled did it, and the grin upon her face grew so much as he did so. Her eyes bright and interested she looked from the zebra by the name of Aragorn to the glistening thing of which he had called a 'sword', a sword with a name no less. If it had a name, did that mean it was a living thing, she wondered? Cocking her head off to the right she carefully approached it, not daring to get to close, not wanting to touch it. After all, such a thing with the name of a sword called Andruil, it had to be dangerous.

[color=white]"What does a sword do, Aragorn? Why is it named Andruil?" She asked softly, turning her wide optics from the sword that glistened under the suns rays back up to the leucistic zebra.

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She heard her mothers call out to them, and at once did Glasskit's ears perk. Her gaze shifted from whatever she had been doing to the direction of her mothers sweet voice, and multicolored paws set her in the direction she had to go. For unlike last time, where she had been terribly, dreadfully late, she had been the first to arrive now. How interesting as it was, but nonetheless she was here now. The corners of her eyes crinkling into a smile that seemed to run in the family, a purr rumbling in her throat as the tortoiseshell feline halted, head tilted in the direction of her mother. [color=white]"What is it mama? Why do you call?" She asked, intrigued before stepping forward a little more so to reach up and touch noses with her mother dearest.

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It was nightfall, fog rolled in through the forest and settled over the ocean as wispy, silvery rays of moonlight danced about on the earth and cascaded its darkening shadows. The clouds above wistfully drifted across the sky and despite it being summer a cool breeze drifted over the land. It was a scene one might have expected to find in a horror movie, complete with the shadowy figure slowly stumbling, crawling through the mist to find its way home. Groans and grunts could be heard, muffled by the thick fog as a creeping shadow closed in on the Hawkclan border. The distant crashing of waves could heard in the distance, overpowering the soft, muted sounds of crying and groans and haggard, wheezing breaths.

"Hawkclan!" Cried out a voice, yet it's volume was far to low to be heard, and as such was taken in by the fog. Whatever had found it's way to the border, it had not been healthy nor in its prime. It had to try harder than that if it wanted to get any sort of reaction from clan mates. [color=]"HAWKCLAN!" It tried again, raising the feminine voice to louder limits than it had been before. The feline at the border's voice cracked, it's throat ached and hurt and its body was far past its limits. Damage had been taken, a heavy toll laid upon the feline's body, and dull, pain filled eyes could only search desperately for the signs of any living thing. "Pepperspice! Buried! Raptorwing! Keylime! Anyone, can you hear me? Am I visible to your naked eye?" Cried the voice out in despair, one that was starting to sound familiar to the those who may have lived in Hawkclan at the same time as she. For it was the voice of Churches, a soft, feminine voice that rang deep with pain and sorrow. The piercing smell of metal and iron now came to the air if one paid attention, one that strictly belonged to blood.

For she had returned, heavily wounded by claws both her own and of others, her pale green eyes appearing dull as wretched sobs croaked out past her throat. She wanted her mother, her siblings, Keylime for he was a cat that understood her pain. Yet she was trapped, trapped in a body she loathed and one that was bleeding heavily, with scars that would surely form. So now here the petite feline sat, crying, aching, moaning and groaning and grieving, just wanting a gentle touch compared to the others she had received. [color=white]"Can anybody hear me?"[/color] She asked softly after wards, her lips quivering, her legs buckling until she finally collapsed to the earth from exhaustion, now simply waiting for anyone to find her in her current state.

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Voices. She had begun to hear voices- granted it was a mere two separate tones she had heard, but the amount of felines or animals who found her did not matter. What did was that she had been found, someone heard her through the fog and through how weak she had been. She grunted in turns to Darien, grateful that he was off to get help. She would live, instead of falling into the after life. It was far to soon for that anyways, but that was no the voice she felt the need to hear the most. No no, for it was when he sister arrived did Churches finally find the strength to open her tired, dull green eyes. At once a small smile formed against her soft sandy fur, the delicate combination of dull sandy cream and dark, crooked spots on her pelt flattening despite the blood that dried against her pelt in cuts and scratches. There was a nick in her ear, cuts against her forearm made of her own accord (yet thankfully blended in enough with the other wounds she had received) and of course, the biggest threat of all was the cut that went from her shoulder to her flank.

It was from this cut that her blood both dried from and tried to heal itself, despite the wound still being open in a few places. It was from this side that her sister pressed herself against, and oh how Churches loved the contact she received from her sister, but felt so horribly guilty for the red liquid she must have been getting onto her beloved sisters pelt. "Bee." She said softly, her voice weak, ragged as she only pushed herself closer to her sibling. [color=white]"I'm sorry." Was what else she managed to sputter, closing her eyes again as she felt the comfort her sister offered.

[ yeah! truthfully I just guessed, but it felt about right having Church at about apprentice age now c': ]
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[ wounds are long cut from shoulder to about mid flank on right side, cuts on forearm, nick in ear c: ]

[color=white]"But I ha-ha-have to apologize, Bee." She whispered, stuttering somewhat as she spoke, trying to reserve energy but expel it all at the same time. She had words that needed to be spoken, things she wanted to say but couldn't, not now. Not while her reserves were so low as it was. But her apology was genuine, for had she not vanished off the face of the earth for a while? Look where that had gotten her, weak and bloodied and tired beyond belief. All because she had stepped out one night and never returned.

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[ permission is granted c: ]

She would be lying if she said it didn't sting, if the wounds of which the poultice's and medicines danced upon burned her skin. But there was relief in the pain, for that meant she was getting healed. Nodding her head at the poppy seeds, she numbly lapped them up, knowing that in good time the pain would numb away, leaving her with nothing but a delusional mind that all the pain would be gone forever. [color=white]"Thank you, thank you Pocket." She croaked, wincing ever so slightly more as the rest of her wounds had been dressed.

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She had been gone for oh so long, but now she had returned at a terrible price. Cobweb dressings still covered her body, places where scars would undoubtedly appear. The most noticeable of them all would most likely be the one that reached from her shoulder to her flank, like a canyon it crossed against her skin. But in her leave new faces had appeared in Hawkclan, new faces she did not know. There were the old ones, yes, but that didn't mean she was friends with them anymore.

[color=white]"Meet and greet..." Did the feline croak, looking up and seeing if any other Hawkclanner would oblige to this call.

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^{bump! I think I finished my form, may go back and edit it more sometimes though c:}

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As thing number 2 appeared on the scene did Glasskit begin to purr herself, smiling and nudging her brother the same way he had nudged her. Standing side by side the two really were the mirror image of the other, save for the white paws and the different eye colors. Oh imagine the fun the two could have with pelt and eye color manipulation! But that was besides the point as she looked around at all of her siblings, and then back to her mother. How were they liking Windclan? Well, it wasn't like they had been anywhere else except for that odd place where they had been born- but the kitten hardly remembered what it was like back there anyways.

[color=white]"I like it here, mama! Everyone is so nice, and have you met sir Aragorn, mama? He is a very nice and formal gentleman, I think! And oh, everyone else too- and the world is so vast here and the mountains so tall and-" Did the little kitten begin to ramble on, listing thing after thing of what it had been like here for her so far, something that the little kitten was rather proud of in her eyes.

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As he explained what it was called and why it was named so, did Glasskit begin to file this information away within her mind. So it was called a sword for it was a weapon of war, to send enemies away. She frowned in thought at this, not thinking much of that explanation other than the simple thought of to protect, or to destroy? But this thought quickly left her mind as Aragorn began to go into detail about the sword's name, and listened as he spoke the ancient tongue of the Gods knew where. It was all so fascinating, and only let the kitten know that there were other worlds than the one she was so born into. For yes, Windclan was vast, it was large and had many hidden secrets to it. For they had their moors with the wind flattened grass and they had their mountains, with their tall, ever looming peaks and the birds of prey which circled it. But now? Now there was knowledge of lands beyond the clans, the tribes, and the groups of other names, and she wanted to know more.

Much like when she had gone into a speech over the existence of purple flowers to her father, did the petite femme look over and up at Aragorn, her emerald eyes wide and a certain look of curiosity held within them. For her friend, he seemed to know so much, and he did come from beyond the clans, didn't he? [color=white]"Aragorn, where did you come from? You know so much, things I've never heard of before, and things that do not sound clan borne. Are you from faraway lands? The kinds told in stories?" She asked, not sure if her question was rude or not, but interest over took her and her mouth did the speaking for her as she looked up at the zebra before her.

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The kitten had been getting much better at socializing, but yet still the looming fear of emotions hung over her head. But oh how she wanted to learn in this world, to know about the mysteries that were locked within it, and to find the knowledge of both Windclan and outer areas. So at the mention of a story telling session, and after a quick debate with herself, did the petite femme approach, way of the odd avian before her, but if it was a clan mate, then everything should have been fine, right? Padding up on multicolored paws did the feline seat herself on one of the sun warmed rocks, her emerald eyes looking at the bird with interest before shifting her visionaries over to the stack of books that had been placed before the bird. Ah, so it could read? How lucky. [color=white]"...I'd like to hear a story!" She said after her moment of silence, shifting her gaze from the stack of fairy tales back over to the avian before her.

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At once her emotions took control of her mind, something that Glassy hated about herself as she felt anger within her. Daddy never showed emotion? What poppycock, did Glasskit think! He showed emotion, around her at least and that meant that he did care in some way. "What do you know, Venny? Daddy shows emotion, he does around me all the time!" She said, her brows crinkling together, a pout still apparent on her lips as she puffed out her chest. Ah, but now was not the time to fight against Ven's apparent daddy issues, now was it? Swiftly turning around the kitten began to make her way over to where the camp entrance and exit was, appearing quite mad but truthfully wanting to just get out by this point. Pausing half way there, she looked over her shoulder, looking at Heavenlykit with a different sort of look in her eyes.

[color=white]"...Well, your idea. You coming or not?" She asked, tone of voice softer than before. She was stubborn on things, yes, but didn't want to let that get in the way of having fun.

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This was certainly not something that she- now he? -had been expecting when the trip had been in mind. Yes, the food certainly had been something divine, its flavours still danced on her taste buds and the small child still wished for more... but when everybody else had begun to look strangely at the others, began to appear a little more startled, well, he paused in his train of thought. Not much was different about he either- for being naught but around ten years old meant your body had hardly anything on it, not that he really cared truth be told. Perhaps it was just his hair, which was a tad shorter than usual, that caught the kid off guard. [color=white]"Why's everyone freaking out?" He asked innocently enough, not finding anything different about his voice either. Ah yes, the juvenile stages were hardly anything would change if their gender switched.

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The fresh scents that were carried on the Windclan winds did the same to Glasskit as it did to Blackpaw, for Glassy truly loved the fresh scents of the pine and evergreen trees that was carried over the distance, and the earthy smell of the mountains and rocks that dotted the distance. But it was the scent of another Windclanner out here in the distance that had drawn the petite femme, that and the very masked, very faint scent of human. Intrigued she worked her way over on multicolored paws, stopping as she looked at Blackpaw Monarch with interest in her eyes. The wolf seemed to be examining something, but what? She could not see from her point of view, and instead made her way closer, still unable to see that of what had been found.

[color=white]"Blackpaw, what're you looking at?" She cooed, her brows knitting together in annoyance at the fact she couldn't see the twoleg object found as of yet. Blasted shorter legs!

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