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[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]It was a nice place to live, really. An abandoned cruise ship was quite a classy touch. However, Fleur found it rather difficult to get a good drink of water a lot of the time. After all, she couldn't exactly hop off the edge and lap up the saltwater surrounding it!

Wandering across the beach and into the peripheries of the territory until she arrived by a lake, Fleur padded up to the shore, bending her neck to get a drink of water. As she lowered her head, she caught a glimpse of something beneath the surface. But what?

Her thirst completely forgotten, she stuck a paw in and fished the object out. It was a strange, black, cylinder shaped object. After playing around with it for a few seconds, the cap on the object popped off, revealing a long red cylinder inside this. Now, Fleur didn't know this, but it was lipstick. Touching the red part with her paw, a line of crimson would smear across it. Immediately, her interest was piqued.

Sitting down and grappling the object between her two paws, she'd look down into the water and use her reflection as a mirror as she drew two surprising straight lines on her face, one across each cheek. Yeah, war paint on!

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Maybe it was the bond, maybe it was her feeling his anger that caused her to misdirect it and place it on the kittens growing in her stomach. Or maybe it was just that Fleur was no longer such a kind and sweet soul and she was a terrible enough person to have tiny creatures who had barely yet winked into existence. Either way, the disappointment that she had for herself for feeling such things forced her to stare down at her paws as she followed him in, unable and unwilling to look up. If she stayed silent long enough, would that make everything okay?

Enough if her mouth was clamped shut, her mind still swirled alive in a manifestation of thoughts and statements. Her head was too loud for her to stay silent and before she could stop herself she spoke. "I don't want them." Her voice was soft and shaky, and as soon as she said it she wished she hadn't. She didn't want his pity. She didn't want him to be mad, whether it was mad at her or mad at what had happened, it wasn't fair for Ululare to tear himself up in emotions because she hadn't been able to defend herself.

Her eyes - or rather, eye - felt a little misty, like it always did when she was about to cry. Damnit, was she going to cry? Fleur might have been innocent, sweet, childish, but she'd never cried in public before, not even when she was a little baby cougar cub. Why was she crying now? She's made her peace with what had happened, hadn't she? She'd accepted her fate and accepted what she had to do? Clearly, she hadn't. She fought back the tears until she couldn't anymore, a tear leaking from her green eye and tracking down her cheek. That was what break her resolve and pried her mouth open.

"I don't want them.", she'd repeat, her voice cracking, the timbre becoming an even more hushed whisper.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Upon seeing the joiner at the border, the serval would begin heading towards Aspen, but Ululare ended up beating her to the punch. Deciding to interrupt their little history reminiscing session because she had no thoughts to add to it, the femme would choose instead to introduce herself. "My name's Fleur, glad to have you back!", she'd say with a smile.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"Sola? Oh my god, congratulations!", the femme would exclaim as she saw the newly promoted leader at the border, walking up with a huge smile on her face. Fleur was happy for her; despite them not being too close, she was happy for her.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]He wasn't going to let her kill them? A wave of relief crashed over her and she shut her eyes for a brief moment. Good, because she wasn't so sure that she could hold herself back. However, the following statement made her rather confused. Inkdeath? What? In her mind, Fleur brushed it off as a slip of the tongue. It happened all the time, there was no need to scrutinize it. But, as he kept on speaking, the solemnity in the situation got to be too much for her and she needed to use something to lighten things up a little, so she chose the name.

"You forgot my name.", the femme would joke lightly, though her heart wasn't really into it. No, she just wanted to distract herself from focussing too much on her feelings at the moment.

/mobile sorry for spelling mistakes

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]The ship was quite nice, actually. It was much prettier than any of BloodClan's territories ever were, that was for sure. Like Sapphire, Fleur had just woken up a few moments prior and was now wandering the ship's deck, breathing in the salty sea air to wake herself up a bit. She'd been having some troubles with sleeping lately, but the former third tier didn't think on it too much. People were tired all the time, it was no biggie.

Upon seeing the dragon a few steps ahead of her, she'd quicken her pace and approach the femme, a friendly smile on her face. "Hey, I'm Fleur, I don't believe we've met before."

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"Congrats!", the femme would mew to Ululare as she padded over, nudging him on the shoulder beforehand so he'd know she was talking to him. The promotions didn't surprise her at all; she was 99% sure she'd seen all of them at least once before.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"Wanna give me a task that doesn't involve peeing?", the femme would ask as she approached, a light tease visible on her voice. Fleur wasn't kidding, though. She didn't want to pee on a dead body, or anything along the lines of that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Fleur was a crappy reader, but she tried her best to decipher the note. Unfortunately, even after a few minutes of detailed scrutiny, she could only recognize the word party. Huh, was this an invite?

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"Hey!", the femme would greet as she got within earshot if the lioness, quickening her pace to arrive to her. Fleur was feeling severely socially deprived at the moment. Even though in BloodClan she hadn't exactly had the most friends, she'd been well liked by everyone and her presence was enjoyed. Here, she hadn't really talked to anyone but Ululare. She needed to socialize and talk.

"You're uh, Aspen, right?", the serval asked, tilting her head a little to look at the former commander in the face.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]track : )

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]//fat finger pressed post after I typed in only the title oops

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Her life was a mess. She was a mess. Every morning when she woke up she cursed herself for walking out late that night, every morning she cursed that man who'd taken advantage of her and every morning she cursed her stupid idea that flying out to the other side of the country would make it seem like everything was alright and that nothing had happened. But the wrong could be seen visibly on her figure; after all, her baby bump had begun to show.

She'd flown out to the other side of the country, but for what? To work 16 hours at a minimum wage paying job at the local bar? Because that's what she was doing right now; working at a bar, pouring drinks for people who wanted to drink away their problems or create new ones with the amount of alcohol they were chugging down. Letting out a soft sight as she finished polishing a glass and set it back with the bars, the young twenty year old would turn back to the counter and wait for another customer to take a seat, fiddling with her braided blond hair a little as she waited.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"You've heard of me before?", the femme would ask, a tone of pleasant surprise mixing into her voice. Fleur never thought of herself as a big shot; in her opinion, she'd always stayed mainly in the background. She liked the background. No one formed too strict of an opinion on people in the background, which meant they were free to do whatever.

"Uh, nothing much. I just joined the Insignia a week or two ago." And she hadn't been extraordinarily active in her new home either, so that was probably why her whereabouts were still unknown to many.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Although Fleur was pretty annoyed that some RiverClanner had just strolled into their territory and stolen things, she didn't feel much attachment to the jewelry that Sonata had taken and didn't really care if she managed to get away free. Those necklaces were fairly gaudy, anyways.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Noah was 100% trash for not seeing this until now and she silently promised that Fleur would be around more starting now.

Opening her mouth, the femme was about to thank Gabriel for her promotion when the Exille members ( Exilers? ) showed up. Huh? What were they doing here?

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]track + when i first saw this thread i thought it said that ululare was engaged lmao

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Fleur would take part, because why not? She had nothing to lose by attempting to broaden her horizons, that was for sure. Settling down into the midst of the gathered proof, the serval would patiently wait for Holly to begin her lesson.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Fleur didn't like to think of herself as a priss, but god, this was absolutely disgusting. Visibly cringing as dead bodies flew through the air around them, the warrant officer would cautiously retreat to the sidelines. If anybody yelled at her for being boring, her excuse would be her pregnancy.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]( ooc ) literally slapping myself

A slight laugh escaped her lips as he began speaking, but it died off as she heard his rather serious tone. "You're kidding, right?", the femme would ask, raising a metaphorical eyebrow. She was pregnant, she was literally fucked up, Fleur did not want to deal with some secret identity lying dormant in her soul.

Then he spoke about his upcoming litter, and a faint jolt of unwarranted annoyance flew through her. She had no right to be irritated by him announcing this to her, but the tobe in which he spoke bothered her. He was... Looking like he was apologetic for fathering kids? "You don't have to feel obligated to tell me that.", would be the feline's curt response, diverting her gaze from the wolf before her. She was Fleur, his baby sister. Baby sister's had no say in their brother's romantic affairs. She wasn't Inkdeath, she wasn't someone who'd be insulted by him having sex with others.