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    her head was spinning, beginning to return back to her rude untrusting usual self. dazed, storm started off to the insignia. her white-to-gray fur was spiked more than usual, even if it was always a little spiked. her electric blue eyes were normal, however. " bucky, come up here. " the cat instructed. " I only know half the way. " this is how she had organized the cats - mystique shy, black widow like her, Clinton as happy, felicity as a player, Bucky as her best friend, peter as trusting. see how good she was? being the Tom-boy she was, storm added, " and you know the other half. "


    mobile, took me forever to do.

    who the hades was this? electric blue eyes sparking with...anger? excitement? it was unreadable. they were just sparking. storm sniffed. blizzardclan? the group had passed this clan on the way to the insignia. " she looks pathetic. " the spiky-furred 5-moon-old kit snorted.

    storm was five moons old. she was born alone, her fur spiked from the start. she was rude and traveled often because she never knew her parents. her eyes crackled when she was mad. people were afraid from her. that's why when she saw Bucky, she waied for the towels to come.


    mobile

    [font=trebuchetms]what the flip? well this cat was interesting. she flicked her tail on instinct, blocking bucky's path. not knowing she might've tripped him, she turned her head to watch him. her birth name had been pretty flower. people soon learned that she was fit for a better name. people started running from her like a storm, so that was her new name. she cussed, even as a kit. she only had one friend her entire life, her brother. he told her that their mother's name was beautiful gem, and their father's name was sly fox. storm's brother's name was brave tiger. he died when storm was two moons, actually.


    a tear formed in her eye when she thought about how she had sang a sweet melody to him while he died. he was killed by taking the blow of a bullet for her. she was sobbing, but she sang him the nicest song she could summon. little did she know it would be the last nice thing she did. " and while the guns fire, you stand with the eye of a tiger. braver then a bear, you are far too fair. you helped me up when I was down, and even when I was sad you turned around my frown. I love you and so do they, starclan take him all the way. help my brother, fair and true, make sure he takes care of you. " and she had covered him in only the softest leaves and moss before running away.


    something in her heart had changed that day, turned her around. she was not evil, just not nice. and storm noticed something about bucky that reminded her of her brother. they both had that same courageous personality. they both were free and had no care in the world. but the thing that really got her was they looked almost exactly alike. the same short fur, about the same height. and the same twinkle in the eyes. the tear that had formed instantly dried. her heart was burning with thoughts about the evil humans who had killed the only thing she had left. her face was expressionless, her mind appeared cool. but there was raging fire in her brain, one that could not be cured by even the coldest, most stinging water on the planet.


    while she raged, another part of her mind remembered how she vowed to curse starclan for letting this happen. after awhile, she learned that there was other people. so she started to worship the gods. her favorites were zeus and hades. zeus because he had the same stormy personality as her, and hades because he signified death. death was good. while shifting a bit, she revealed a bunch of prey under her paw. remembering to thank the gods, she murmured, " thank you, Apollo and artemis, for helping me catch this. and hades, thank you for killing them off so I can eat. " that was about as nice as she got. she had done this throughout her third to fifth moons. then she decided that she would try and find a place to settle. she overheard the insignia worshipped the same cats as she did, so she wanted to follow them. and that led them back to here. she could see the insignia in her mind. storm closed her eyes and imagined a place with people like her.


    people who's hearts had been broken.


    people who could never find love again.


    people
    who
    could
    love
    her

    /bows. thank you.


    storm blinked her electric blue eyes. rude as she was, she was not going to let anyone starve. no dying on her watch. nope nope nope. cautiously pushing a mouse to him, she stepped off her pile. there was basically all mice, except for one raven. her mind remembered brave tiger's voice. it was deeper than this cat's, but no one could be the exact same. she dare not speak, not yet. of course, she expected this cat to talk anyways. deciding she didn't need this much food, she pushed another mouse.


    that should satisfy the hunger that she had heard.


    /muse lost, lol

    she rolled her eyes and peered at mosaicstar. she was weird. and smelled weird as well. her eyes were tiffany blue, storm noticed. her mind flashed back to seeing this cat when they were near the blizzardclan border. her name was.... ugh.... mosaiestop? rastciasom? mosaistare? wait.. mosaicstar! this tabby was a leader.

    hello everybody.
    I am leopardleap, catwoman, katniss, nancy drew, sunny, and snowy.
    I am leaving wcrpg for good this time to go to xanje.
    I want to help that website up, and maybe i'll come back. probably not. I love every one of you.