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*starts dancing awkwardly as everyone backs away slowly*
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They should be partners in crime. Yep that would be awesome!
(Weeeee!)
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#879FB5; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Dark was in a funk at the moment. The most petty of things brought her on edge in that single instant. The stress and anxiety of returning to sunclan was finally on her tail, reading itself to catch her. The female stopped being so frustrated at the world and began to inhale and exhale slowly. Her heart rate wasn't racing as fast as it had a minute ago. Instead it had called down along with the rest of her body whether it was a mental thing or physical. The 14 mooned sunclanner got up and began to trot around circling a tree without realizing it. She came to a halt bracing herself for that one idea that actually came. Yep it was decided. She had talked to the male the other day and was glad that she would take it further than just acquaintances. To get out of her funk she needed to have a really good friend and a male about her age was perfect for the position. Dark stopped being a lunatic, circling the tree, and began to search for Scenescape. It took her a while before finally giving up. Maybe fate didn't want her to regain that sense of happiness. The female sighed and began to walk away when she, accidentally, bumped right into a sunclanner...it was Scenescape.
'I'm sorry....I didn't mean to do that,' Dark managed to say still looking at the ground. The heat on her cheeks told her that she was blushing in embarrassment. Dark didn't want to seem even more ridiculous with two rosy cheeks and an attitude that should have been pitied considering that she apologized for everything. In fact, if someone were to be bullying her she would have apologized for breathing the same air as they were whether she meant it or not.
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Scene&&Dark Thread
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#879FB5; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Dark smiled to the two that had greeted her. She remembered meeting Weddingpaw around the time she met Ellington. Ellington also had mentioned in a conversation that had about Weddingpaw. She was quite a cute little kit.
'Hey Weddingpaw. Its nice to meet you,' she nodded still keeping a smile on. Now Parker on the other hand was someone she had met before, but it was very long ago. Dark had been a different c at back than and was quite the oblivious one. Parker had led her to do some pretty naughty things. The female remembered accompanying Parker on a jewelry heist. Parker had told Dark they were helping some other cats clean there rooms when in reality Dark was helping the female steal the things of the sunclanners. However, even if at times the feline was one to hold grudges clanners would change so instead of dwelling on the past Dark would try to get to know Parker to see whether she had changed or not.
'Parker. How wonderful it is to see you again...I don't know if you remember me, but that's fine. The names Dark.' The female greeted proudly. Usually the knight was quite unconfident about herself, except in this case she would make an exception.
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#879FB5; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Dark was being a bit mysterious that day. Guess it was one of those adolescent phases she was going through when she had almost a million different identities. Anyways the point was the female approached the group passing from the side so she wouldn't have to go through any of the clanners. It appeared to be to much trouble than what Dark wanted to deal with. The female came up to the newcomer face to face than instead of keeping a straight face gave out a small smile of greeting.
'Welcome to Sunclan. Hope you enjoy it here,' the words came out calmly. Dark than left leaving the gaze of the joiners eyes to go collect some berries or something. She was famished. Hopefully no one would care to much that she didn't properly introduce herself. I mean really in the long run with all the clanners in sunclan it was most probable that the female would never see the clanner again.
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#879FB5; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The female finally looked up. Luckily her embarrassed cheeked face had lost its red color and the situation didn't seem as awkward now. Her gaze first hit the males orange eyes. They reminded her of a glowing sunset becoming its brightest when it was about to disappear into the shade of the mountain. Dark was just relieved that it wasn't some other clanner that might have biten her head off just for looking at them. The feline was a bit surprised that Scenescape had remembered her name, but the emotion quickly faded like the burning of a match breeching the end of the stick.
'Yea that's right and you are Scenescape.' the female said more firmly now. She always remembered names that were introduced and sometimes even knew the clanner before even being acquainted. When you had super senses it wasn't irregular to know others before they got to know you. Dark hated the power at times and yet it was quite nice to have obtained it.
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#879FB5; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]At the thought the feline was caught a bit off guard. She wasn't quite sure where she was headed off to. It was just one of those moments when you know you were doing something than distractions got in the way and you lost all recollection of what you were about to accomplish or at least act upon. Dark was lost in thought trying to remember where she was heading.
'I'm heading to the river for a drink...you thirsty?' The words came spilling out of her mouth. They didn't sound reckless or anything. In fact, they were calm and soothing. It didn't seem like she hadnt meant to say them yet the way her eyes were a bit confused on what her unconscious was thinking told another story. Awe well Dark was thirsty and since it was getting late she would have preferred someone go with her.
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#879FB5; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Actually the role player of Dark understood what Henna meant. To tell you the truth this was Darks first meet and greet. Before when the female first came into Sunclan she never did a meet and greet because it seemed pointless, but now Dark had changed and needed a little push to get to know some of the clanners better, this was her push.
'Hi Henna and Hazama. I'm Dark or whatever you'd prefer to call me,' Dark mentioned. Lately it seemed a bit ridiculous to go by Dark. I mean it wasn't even her real name, let alone, the feline didn't even know her name. Therefore, it gave no real meaning to go by a fake name, so for now Dark would let cllanners call her what they wanted. Having a ton of nicknames could be fun anyways.
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#879FB5; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Dark watched the meeting go on. It appeared as though spotlights had hit the gathering where everywhere else the darkness had taken over. The female kept her distants using her keen sense to understand what was going on with Sunclan. This place had changed so much since she had been there last. Even the vibe she got from the clanners was completely different. She herself was different, but that would bring her down. Dark wanted to become a great clanner to help Sunclan with whatever difference she could do even if it might have been a small thing. She still remembered what someone had told her long ago. In a dream actually, except she has clouded her judgement into making it seem real. That was ok with her. 'If it never rained than where would the ocean be...one drop can make a difference. Isn't it better to have one more drop than one drop less? One day society will give us the idea that everyone can be useful. One day we won't have suicidal acts, bullies, or nemesis'. One day we will be able to have one more drop in the ocean.' Dark would never forget his words.
'Congratulations!' She muttered even if none of them could hear her from the darkness of the trees she still meant it and the wind would carry its triumph along the breeze to the point that it will mean something...one day.
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The feline worked silently. Guess no one noticed her with that pathetic size she possessed. There was no point in rebeling. Even if she or the other prisoners rebelled together too many would be killed to find victory. Dark could never do that...she wouldn't put others life's in danger. Just the other day she had been taken captive into the clan. Just for trying to 'borrow' some prey. She'd bring the bones back to the territory. It would add some more scenery to the place anyways. Her pelt was already covered in dirt and scum. Just from all the ruble that had pilled on her.
'Bloodclan...this should be a good place to gain there trust,' she thought to herself than continued to work attempting not to be noticed.
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Its been a while since I last said something. Well I went to Bloodclan a no left Sunclan hoping no one would notice. I know I started to make friends and all, but the one I really cared about left. Guess there is really nothing left for me there. I don't know where they went therefore a new start is in order.
Unintentionally I came into Bloodclans territory looking for seem food. I found a dead rabbit who had starved probably from dehydration. I wont eat prey unless their soul has left the captivity of flesh and blood. I ate it quickly, but than they came after me. I was captured and now I'm a slave. I can't complain. I get enough food to get through the day, thy leave me alone, and barely anyone knows I'm there. So far I'll be ok just have to find a plan to deceive these cats into trusting me. That's the only way I can fix everything. We'll talk to you next time!
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]One of the newest slaves was using her super senses to watch the stoning. The urge to help the male came painfully at her paws. It was like they were forcing her to move, but her will power was much stronger than that. Water tried to free itself through her eyes, but she wouldn't let weakness be shown. The feline bit her lip hard forcing herself to continue working, but the yowls of agony were piercing through her ears with each step she took. The cries might have attempted to slow her down, though for now she would endure for that would not be her getting hit with pitiful pebbles.
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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The slave worker was being escorted back to the rest of the prisoners. An incident in the cave had occurred and she had managed to get out before the whole place caved in. There were 7 others with her. The five behind them were now doused in their own blood from the pilled rocks sinking into their carcasses. Herself and a feline had escaped the disaster, however, the other one took the chance and most likely fled to seek refuge. She did not move for her place was in Bloodclan and for now she would be a slave until further notice. Her eyes wandered upon the soulless corpse. The mark of another tragedy in the anti-clan was all she saw. There might have been grief deep down in her heart, but the crimson that once lied there was starting to be replaced with a dark fragrance of ash-like color. She only huffed to herself not in the slightest way impressed on the work of the male. 'The experiment seems to have been done sloppy with no accuracy at all. The fade of light in the felines eyes almost looked as though she had gone mad before giving into the grievers domain. Not to mention that the torture the pitiful thing was given was very merciful. Disgracful...,' The thoughts arose inside her clever little head. This all in the slaves opinion was weak and amateur looking. However, if she said anything she might get a few rocks in the head or lashings for it. Instead the small she-cat just smirked to herself knowing what real torture was for she had been victim to it and was able to drown her own humanity down with it.
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-Enemies
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-One sided crushes
-Friendship
-Capture
-Getting bossed around
-Torturing's
-Older Siblings
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-Mate
-Kill
-Moving to other clans
-Litters
-Parents
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