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    Hope blinked. OK, so far so good. "I'm doing great," The bengal mewed. "-but I'm a bit bored..." She mused, sitting down, pawing at the ground. "Do you wanna do something?" She sighed. "I mean, like, a productive activity?" The young she-cat didn't want to sound like she was rude or anything, but she had just been really lazy lately, and she was weak. Oh, so weak...she ate A LOT, always trying to gain weight because she was skinny (but not really skinny, just below the average weight of a cat), but Hope just figured that she had a fast metabolism (if that makes sense for cats). So now she thinks that she can at least exercise a bit and get some muscle.


    So, yeah. That's that.

    Hopefrost froze. "O-oh....oh my god." She stumbled as she took a step back. She had never, ever ever seen something so....so bloody and brutal. "Who the bloody hell would do this..?" She barely whispered. The lilac bengal had been afraid of death and fighting or anything similar since she was a kitten.


    She struggled to look away, but she also struggled to look at the scene. Finally, she turned heel and took a few steps forward, the reek of blood still following the young femme. Not knowing what else to do, she sat on her rump, flattened her ears, and squeezed her icy gaze shut, not wanting to see anything. The image of Zoey's and Rthians bloody and torn limp bodies still stood in here mind, and she couldn't get it to go away. Hope then threw her paws over her head, growling.


    ( umfg i just...i cant even right now. that stupid RadicalClanner sucks horse balls.

    "Bloody hell, are you okay, love?" She exclaimed as she trotted in behind Darius, asking the question even if he had already asked it. She furrowed her eyebrows, and her icy gaze looked troubled.

    Hopey trotted beside the king, and blinked. "I mean, I wouldn't want to talk about it..." She muttered, sighing. "But, on the brighter side...you yourself look brighter, actually, Kier!" The femme nervously chuckled. She was trying to change the subject. And, yes, she knew that it was rude to just act like Levi didn't say anything, but she hated death and fighting and pain. But, the thing about pain is that, well, it demand's to be felt.


    ( TFIOS, yey. )

    "Oh, gentleman and ladies, calm the fudge down." She chuckled. "As Park had just said, the little kit had followed her." She glanced at everyone, and then crouched down by Daylight. "So, your from DarkClan, yeah?" The femme whispered, her icy gaze soft and warm, and a small welcoming smile was plastered across her maw. "Don't worry, love, no one is going to hurt you, and if ANYONE dare touches you, I'll rip them apart!"


    Hopefrost shook her head. "Not really, I hate fighting. Anyways, what's this game that you two are gonna play?" She questioned, swiftly standing up and turning heel on the kid, locking her icy gaze with Parker's ( insert eye color that I dunno ) one.

    Hopefrost finally just collapsed, her tail in between her legs, ears pinned against her skull. Her neck fur had risen, and here paws were still over her eyes. "M-make it go away...make it go away..go away!" The femme whispered under her breath, which turned in too a murmur, and then turned into a shout. Still laying in the same exact position, the images of the two bloody torn bodies lay still in her mind, and the reek of blood still surrounded her, drowning her.

    Hopefrost dipped her head in greeting to the tom known as Lovelybones. "Why, it's a pleasure to meet you, lovie!" She purred warmly, taking a step forward. A trail of pretty flowers and exotic plants followed her close behind, due to her flower-print ability.


    "This is the glorius home of SunClan-but, uh, Colouredstar?" The bengal cocked her head. "I don't know who that is, but he might've been an old leader of SunClan...?"


    ( omigosh that muse tho ouo )

    Hope heard the kitten and widened her eyes, shaking her head. She jumped up and rushed over to the dead bodies, dealing with her fear for a minute. "Love, she's..." A single tear streamed down her face. "Selene, your mother is-"


    Could she do it? She needed to tell her. Who else would? Well, her dad, or maybe-no, she was just a kit, no one can tell her.


    "Your mother is gone....she's dead. I-I'm sorry, Selene..." Her voice trailed, and she couldn't get herself to lift the femme's icy gaze and meet it with the cub's.