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    So Daniel is my new Larka x Zaniel baby and one of four other orphaned boys and I would for him to have some plots and such. He's a rather snarky cat but has a sense of charismatic beauty about him and has a good heart, though is very blunt and doesn't sugarcoat things. He's open for


    - Friends
    - Threads
    - One-sided crushes
    - Enemies


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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    The tom kit's violet-tinted eyes were wide as he waited with his other four brothers. He knew not much more about what happened to Larka than they did. There was an ache in the seal lynx point's stomach that started to bother him, for the sake of his siblings he did not show a sign of worry. Daniel had already a sense of what to say and not to say at his age and it sort of came as an instinct from him. Of course he had noticed how distant Larka had become from him and his brothers, but there was no chance that she would explain what was going on.


    Daniel saw it in her eyes. At the tender age of barely two moons old, he had not yet developed the sharp tongue that he would later in life or his extroverted nature, but he did feel vulnerable with the absence of his mother. Even as a kit he did not like to feel like he needed anyone. "If she was hunting for food, I wouldn't be hungry," the tom grumbled softly, frowning as he shuffled closer to Wraithkit.

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    yes <3


    can you make? i have to go out in a few minutes :p

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    Daniel and Fifteen could be friends? He has troubles trusting cats but I want him to get really close to some kits his age so as he grows older he has a close group of friends. c:

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    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    Daniel was not so good at identifying scents just yet at his age, but he was startled when the shadow of a large warrior loomed over him and his siblings and the voice that seemed so incredibly loud to his ears. Flattening them against his head, his aggressively blue eyes narrowed at Refinedgrace with an expression of distrust and harshly-hidden fear. Larka had been gone for hours and to have someone show up that wasn't her made Daniel feel a sense of great disappointment and annoyance. "You're not our mother," the seal lynx point retorted, his tone wary and unfriendly.

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    Yes please <3
    Warning ; he may be a bit of an asshole. c;

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    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    "You just killed it." Daniel's tone held great disapproval for a kit that was barely two moons old. With an expression of distaste, he stared down at the vole. He had not yet learned it was the way of the warrior to hunt respectfully to feed his Clan and fight. He didn't like death - not with those dreams that constantly tormented him and showed visions of Larka slashing at him. It really did affect him in a horrible way.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    "Doesn't everyone feel unwell at some point?"" grumbled the tomkit as he padded towards the group of other cats. After being taken in by a WindClanner a few days ago, Daniel was still trying to get used to the presence of all these strangers and coping with living with them, which was rather hard. The seal lynx point didn't like being away from his four brothers and they were the only sources of comfort that he had.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    Daniel was fascinated by fire. The way the flames danced and twisted so bright and beautiful - it captivated the one moon old tomkit. At the mention that it was for all including kits, the seal lynx point decided to tag along. He hoped that he wouldn't have to talk to anyone, just observe the fire quietly by himself. Though that was not the case.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    "Are you one of those cats that find fluffy clouds fascinating?" came the rather accusing words of Daniel as he padded towards Fifteenkit, his violet-blue eyes with the same constant coldness that they held. Of course over time he would grow to warm up to others, but after his mother abandoned him and his siblings and let them for dead just a few days ago he was still trying to adjust. And for a one moon old kit, it was to take it out as anger and unhappiness.


    His features were rather soft at his tender age but it was evident that over time they would grow to be sharp and angular, with the most brilliantly-hued eyes and seal lynx point markings. Even the scowl that he constantly wore complimented his rather brooding and constantly disapproving expression.


    yay asshole friends

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    Daniel hated Larka. He hated her for leaving him and his brothers to fend for themselves, and they would've been surely dead if none of the WindClanners had found them. But Larka wasn't coming back, so the only other cats that he could take his anger out on was the WindClan cats that helped them. It was just so unfair. How easy it was for her to leave them, yet how he still yearned for his mother. All he had was his siblings, and they were the only few that he didn't want to claw off the faces of.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    How could one sleep when you are recently orphaned? And to learn that your mother had never intended to come back for you did hurt badly. What have we done to her? To have her hate us so much? Daniel didn't know of Larka's mental stability. The seal lynx point kit padded towards his brother, finding himself deprived of any sleepiness or any wish to close his eyes, with every stride heavy. "Cel," murmured the young tom, taking a seat besides Celeborn.


    He saw his brother observe the stars, and wondered what was so fascinating about them. Why cats kept staring at the skies and the stars and the world above them when they had so much to deal with back on earth. Or perhaps maybe that was the exact reason why.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    With the same coldness that he projected, though somewhat less, Daniel skirted around Aztecpaw and Wingspan to go sit besides his brother. His siblings were the only ones that he truly cared about at the moment, and he did develop a small interest in Wingspan's daughter Fifteenpaw. She was a free spirit, and though rather asshole-y sometimes he did like her to some extent. He communicated with his brother through body language, and he looked at his brother with a look of friendliness that he had only reserved for him.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    Though he would argue otherwise, Daniel had a hard time letting go. Especially when he had only very little to hold on to in the first place. He was clinging by a thread to the memory of his mother - the only memory that he'd ever keep of her was how she left them and it would burden him for the rest of his life. The tom kit found it hard to just forget what has happened and this was the exact trait that would make him store secrets and feelings to himself instead of burdening others with them.


    "Yeah. It feels . . . different being here, that's all."

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    "Sir if you stay out in the rain, you'll get sick." Daniel's words were absent of the usual mockery and sarcasm as he padded up to the General. Out of all the cats in WindClan, Spock impressed him the most so far. Which was hard for him to admit. He just admired the way Spock seemed so stoic and emotionless, and handled everything with logic and sense rather than letting his feelings get the better of him.


    Daniel was vulnerable and very emotional, though he hated that. Being dumped by your mother at one moon old did make him feel a sense of abandonment mentally and forming any emotional attachments wouldn't make anything better - just worse. To love is to have something to lose.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    Daniel glared at his supposed 'adoptive' mother with a glare that was full of disgust. Refinedgrace was the first cat to have found him and his siblings, and although he had not loved her or bonded with her he still felt the sense of betrayal. At only one moons old he knew things that kits shouldn't ever come to know of - and that included drugs and human alcohol. "Get that filthy, vile liquid out of your paws," he hissed at Ref, his higher-pitched kitten voice would've sounded amusing if it weren't laced with venom.


    "Have some respect for yourself!"

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    Daniel rolled his eyes, shaking her reply off. It would've been annoying if he didn't look so rather good whilst doing it. Turning away to hide his scowl, the seal lynx point gritted his teeth before turning to face Fifteenpaw again, a cool expression on his faintly striped face. What is it with women these days? With a shrug, the kitten tilted his head slightly as he glanced at the brown tabby and white with a neutral look.