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Flowers, yes, sure. But... How would flowers make the world a better place? Only things that could move could protect the world, flowers wouldn't protect someone from a badger... They were beautiful, but held no real power or life. "I like flowers.... But I'm not sure how they could make the role a better place..."
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Did this cat think she was stupid? She wouldn't eat flowers! Who would? Obsidiankit wasn't stupid, she never was? She gave him a rather cold glare behind his back, before replying defiantly. "I wouldn't eat a flower. How stupid do you think I am?"
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Obsidiankit found herself extremely late to an important meeting, but was glad that she arrived before the second bout of announcements arrived. A smile went upon her face as she heard of the promotions, and quickly congratulated all those promoted, a smile curling at her lips.
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A bright sunny day, yet, Obsidiankit found herself not liking it. It was too warm, stiffly warm, she hated hot weather, she much more liked snow and windy days, but that was just her. There were much more cats that preferred warm over cold. She woke to this kind of weather, the sounds of tumbling and turning pulling her from her fantasy filled dreams. She rose from her nest with a yawn, and felt her eyes adjust to the darkness that overwhelmed the den, as the sun hadn't rose yet, but the sky was turning to a milky color. Her eyes rested on an unfamiliar form, someone she had never seen, yet their body was unusually stiff, no rhythmic stroke rising their chests. What happened to them? She approached the kitten with soft paw steps, and rose her paw to poke at the stiff and cold body of Kiku. At her sudden realization, her face drained.
Dead. The word came to her with sudden force, he was dead. Dead overnight perhaps, but still not in this world anymore, crossed to the spirit plane, what happened, how had this poor innocent kitten died. She felt like sounding an alarm,but, she was too... Afraid. She wasn't the self determined kit she made herself out to be, how could she just yell out that someone was just so suddenly dead. Her eyes widened, and she glanced around for explanation, a tear rolling down her cheek as if she knew this kitten personally.
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Obsidiankit merely plodded around camp in some aimless ways and antics, her blue eyes beaming with pallid shimmers, as if the sun was reflecting off of foamy ocean waves. She was a simple cat, a cat with many acquaintances, but little friends, a kitten with a simple mind yet a deep personality. And yet, she felt the need to learn, especially learn about cats.
The large, older kitten found herself padding up to a larger cat with a smile on her face, a beam of happiness radiating from herself as she stopped in front of the new blood. With happy eyes, she spoke to him, reddish tongue forming out words that reached up with kind fingers. "Hi there mister! My name's Obsidiankit, what's your name?"
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The larger kitten glanced up without reason, her pallid, ocean-blue optics searching around the Thunderclan camp with he found interest. She found her eyes had caught on Cannapaw, who was staring at the older kitten with narrowed eyes, as if she was going crazy just by looking at her. Obsidiankit thought to herself glumly, was she so hated that her pelt drove others insane? It brought a. Bad feeling to her stomach, did the whole clan hate her, was their kindness a joke? Obsidiankit was the self-confident she-cat she made herself out to be, and it was evident in her eyes as she stared at Cannapaw.
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A mere sunny day, huh? Well, not really, Obsidiankit hated sunny days, absolutely hated them ! They were just to hot for her, they made her sweat and she didn't like that at all. So, she was of course lazing in the shade with a happy smile on her face, although she couldn't be in a worse mood over the heat of the sun. But then again, her mood changed as soon as she found her mother among the crowd of Thunderclan. Her eyes lightened up significantly, and she raced over to meet her, she hadn't seen her mother in a long time. With a smile curling among her lips, she stood along side her mother, nudging at her legs with affection and adoration. She let her eyes travel up to the cat she was talking to, he didn't look very happy, she should cheer him up'! She decided on the plan, and spoke. "Hi there mister! You look positively smashing today !"
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Oh well, she couldn't positively know everything about every cat! She shrugged it off, deciding not to be effected by the rude edge to this strangers words. Dwight, added to her personal list of acquaintances, and check! With a smile, she confused to talk. "Oh, that's fine! Your choice of privacy! Anyways, Dwight, nice t meet you! What's your favorite food? Mine is bird!"
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Eek, this cat was scary. Her eyes glanced up the apprentice, large plume of a tail controlled as it wrapped around her paws in a sort of defensive way. Why did she want to know anyways? The digging of claws into soft soil kind of scared her for a moment, but she replied anyways, but not without minimal eye contact. "Ah.. Fahrenheit and... Erm... I was never told my actual father..."
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Obsidiankit watched the scene, gazing hungrily at the rabbit as it moved slightly, with excruciating pain everytime it's shoulder was moved. It was in a completely different direction, the shoulder,it appeared. Easy food,but Obsidiankit knew of the kitten that seemed to treasure this rabbit! it would be best not to attempt a hunt. She came out from her cover with asked paw step, and made sure that she did not appear as a threat to anyone. "Err... What happened Fraise?"
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Lbsidiankit didn't exactly notice the others around them, but was merely intrigued by this new member and who he could be. His answer surprised her a bit, he had no favorite food? That was weird, didn't everyone love food? Or maybe he just didn't have a preference? She didn't know, she just softly shook one of her ears in an attempt to shake off a fly that attached to the sensitive auditoriums. "Oh, you dont have one? Hmm, how about... What do you do for fun? I really like climbing, or getting stuck in place I'm not supposed to!" She meowed, remembering her time of getting stuck in trees, and trenches, and the like."
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Bones? Obsidiankit's eyes widened as the she-cat stared at her, as if she was horrified at what she saw of the kittens ivories that worked within her. It could explain the horrified expression whilst looking at the bunny that now snuggled up to the kitten. "You can see... Bones? You can... Not see bones, right? You haven't been walking around with only an image of bones, right?"
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He was her grandpa? Huh, he didn't look like a happy guy, that's all Obsidiankit had on her kin, though she padded up to him all the same, looking up at him from her low perch of legs. "Welcome back, gramps!" She meowed happily, though never having met him before.
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So, this cat didn't have fun and didn't have a favorite food? He was certainly living no life! He was surviving, but there was a clear difference between living and surviving! She cocked her head slightly at the Tom, curious eyes growing wider. "Errrr. What do you do in your free time...?" She asked, determined to get more info on this new guy. That's when she noticed him talking to Fraise, and turned her head, smiling at the kitten. She really hoped her seeing bones thing had worn off. "Hi Fraise!"
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Ao she saw everyone's skeleton? Oh gosh, that wasn't good, how would this brown kitten get out of that? How did she even start seeing bones, was it a injury in her eyes? Obsidiankit flooded with uneeded questions like 'syo out can see my heart too?" And 'so you know if anyone's bones were dirty?' But she decided those could be saved for later. "Ack! How did you do that? And how can you turn it off?"
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Err? Hurtful revenge? Hurtful revenge, or just fun, playful revenge? Like throwing glitter in someone? Obsidiankit didn't know what to make of his answer. She merely stared at hi with wide eyes as he turned to say his name to Fraise. She was utterly blown away by what this cat did for a living that she was mute for like five seconds. "Uh.... So, what is your favorite weather condition?"
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oh my
So I just realized that Obby and Amber are cousins??? Um, I never knew that happened
So, would you like to have a little cousiny thread with her? Cx
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The large kitten didn't actually have anyone close to her that she would be heartbroken to loose, they were all faces in her life, just faces that she met once or twice. She never experience true loss, even her mother wasn't that close to her, yet she did feel sympathy for the two kits beside her, and how heart broken they must feel. She just kinda felt awkward standing there, she didn't know them well enough to comfort them to her best ability she just blindly backed away from the situations.
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Obsidiankit loves storms, loved them, but only the small ones that barely gave you shivers. Not the ones that shook the ground with the her or the ones that pelted you with icy sheets of rain. They were absolutely horrible. That's her reason for covering up in a hollow, fallen log, unknowing of the saying of trees are never safe in lightning storms. She ran to the best cover she could manage in camp, she figured the nursery wouldn't hold up too well in the winds that slashed at the faces of the animals with rude inductions. With a shiver, her eyes peeked out at the rain, the optics widening as the conditions grew worse and her fur fluffed out more.