[justify]"I know I'm back. Your Summerpaw, right?" Whitepaw asked, not exactly sure about her memory. She remembered a tomboy-ish version of Summerpaw, not this flowery, girly apprentice.[/justify]
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[justify]Smokykit - Smokypaw - Smokymountains
Marbled brown tabby with deep green eyes. Male. Six moons old. Apprentice.[/justify] -
[justify]The snowy wolf glanced around at the rapidly forming group. Ladypaw, Summerpaw, Consultingdetective... "Where's Risingpaw?"[/justify]
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[justify]Whitepaw stared at the weirdly familiar feline. She squinted her sky colored eyes and thought deeply for a second. Memories flooded back into her mind. Fun, fear, death, birth, happiness, sadness, anger, confusion. "I-I remember. Your my mother, and you guys are my sisters, your my friend, your my ex-boyfriend," Whitepaw murmured, her eyes trailing from one creature to another. She grinned.
"And I'm Whitepaw."[/justify]
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[justify]Whitepaw tripped over her own feet in her attempts to follow her sisters and mother.[/justify]
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[justify]Shit. I'm late, Whitepaw thought bitterly, padding into the crowd of bodies. She managed to make her way over to the food. The white canine grabbed a piece of candy and a stick. The candy went on the stick and she attempted then to roast the candy.[/justify]
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[justify]Whitepaw, still grinning her toothy grin, turned to Summerpaw and nodded. "Yeah, I remember Summerpaw. And since when did you get all girly, huh? Last time I checked you were this tomboy-ish thing that hated girly stuff."[/justify]
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[justify]Whitepaw ran up and grabbed a pink flower necklace and threw it over her head. She grinned her toothy grin and padded up to the fire. Its heat sunk into her fur and ashes caused her white fur to turn a gray color.[/justify]
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[justify]"Hello!" Whitepaw howled, barreling over. She straightened herself and grinned her toothy grin, "So, how are you guys?" she asked, her nose twitching away furiously.[/justify]
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[justify]"Hello!" Whitepaw greeted, trotting up and taking a seat next to her wolfish mother. She herself was a wolf as well, but she was white and her mother was dark. And a male.
"You doing okay, Lady?" she asked, suddenly worried about her expectant sister.[/justify]
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[justify]"I'm good, but my mind is still a bit fuzzy," Whitepaw explained, her eyes gazing all around.[/justify]
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[justify]Paul Kingston -- 40 years -- Father
Faith Kingston -- 36 years -- Mother
Abigail Kingston -- 17 years -- Eldest daughter
Ethan Kingston -- 15 years -- Eldest son
Shay Kingston -- 13 years -- Middle daughter
Jeremiah Kingston -- 9 years -- Youngest son
Kate Kingston -- 7 years -- Youngest daughter[/justify]
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[justify]Leslie continued to dry off before dressing in her dirty clothes. They were pretty simple, with a sky blue tank and some ripped jeans. She slipped into her neon orange sandals and flip-flopped downstairs. Leaning on the wall she stared at Alistair.[/justify]
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[justify]Uh, how do we apply for an unborn HawkClan kitten?[/justify]
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[justify]The young marbled tabby strode through the city, heading towards the river. His tail flicked back and forth lazily. Smokypaw's green eyes flickered around all of the old buildings. A few abandoned monsters stood still on the side of the road. The sky was slate gray and cloudy and looked as if it might begin to rain. The brown tomcat continued on down the road, taking in the sights and smells of an abandoned twoleg city.[/justify]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;][color=white]Smokypaw stared up at the tall, snowy tomcat. The creepy smile spread across the Serval's maw made the young tom feel uncomfortable. The tabby backed up a few feet before taking a seat on the cool asphalt. His tail quit twitching and stood still.
"W-who are you?" the tomcat stammered.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;][color=white]Leslie stared at the clothing. She furrowed her brow, thinking. It was a habit of her's.
"How old is your sister?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;][color=white]"I'm sixteen, going on seventeen," Leslie said, crossing her bare arms. She had left her jean jacket under the bridge and hadn't thought to bring it with her up to the roadside.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;][color=white]Leslie pursed her lips, but she grabbed the pile of clothes and headed back up to the bathroom. She changed into the yellow sundress which went down just below her knees and the white sweater that went over her top part. Grabbing up her dirty clothing, Leslie brought them down to Alistair and held them at arm's length.
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character name; Grapecub - Grapepaw - Grapevine
litter; Aspen x NPC
basic personality; Grapecub is a very friendly feline, even though she isn't very smart. She's not exactly stupid, but she isn't the sharpest crayon in the box. She is like one of those crayons you use once or twice then never touch again. Grapecub is also very kind-hearted and sweet. She loves to make new friends and meet new people. She doesn't like violence very much, but will defend her friends from bad guys if she has to.
basic appearance; Grapecub is a cookies and cream bar. She is white with ash colored spots dotting her entire body. She has eyes the shape of large almonds that are the color of the sky. Grapecub has a tail that is about the length of herself and a body built for swiftness.
other; n/a