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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Between the jaws of the young Abyssinian male an an unmistakable, juicy, scarlet tinted cherry. A stiff, thin green stem was hooked between the feline's canines and the tiny fruit curled around to his chin as it was latched on the side of his mouth, his gentle hazel luminaries flickering about as she stopped at a familiar wafting scent. No, stench.
Luckily, the fragrance of juicy, delicious fruit softened the air, the-- perhaps foreign-- combination of yummy nature auraing him. The apprentice swept into a seat, a crisp tan basket hooked around his neck and hanging firmly at his crest. He peered into it, slices of seedless watermelon lining the slides and strawberries dotting the inside. Apple slices lie between them, cherries sprinkling the basket's contents and more fruit gathered inside. He raided this from his two legs. The idiots left it out on the table in a basket, so he took it and left; simple as that. It was too delicious for the abusive b'stards, and the hardworking warriors here deserved every bit of it, so the full basket weighed his neck and sat midair from his crest and paws.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ah. He would have commented on the resemblance between the lilac feline and the blossom's labels, only if it weren't for his lack of knowledge in terms of Lilyfern's identity.
The Abyssinian tom approached, a kind smile wafting forward as he trotted over to join her. "Hello," The apprentice greeted, a polite dip of his head unfolding as he stopped on another the side of the flower. Tail tip flicking and the rest of his tail slightly swaying, he commented respectively; "It's a pretty flower." Offering her a considerable smile.
Nature was something admittedly breathtaking, he knew, and it was undeniably beautiful in every way it possibly could be. Nothing could compete, really. The universe and nature; the two most gorgeous things existing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]"Even if it wasn't Birthdaykit," Cherrypaw started, trotting over with a frown. "We should probably still bury it, right?" Ah; he was a softie. Completely and utterly soft, and seeing a dead little tortie kitten? Why would they leave it there to rot? Unless they would have liked to be left to rot. Eh. Cherry knew he wouldn't, the apprentice's tail flicking uncomfortably as he glanced at the corpse.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Flashing Rhymepaw a warm smile, his tail swished anxiously. "Just some humans-- or two legs, whatever you call them-- were dumb enough to leave them lying out," He meowed with delight, a smile could be seen in his words. Cherrypaw gave a dumbfounded blink at what his inquiry followed with, head tipping to the side. "Um.. Dunno. But, hey-- I'm Cherrypaw, by the way!" The second purposing for him being here would be given later on, when it came to it. For now, it would probably be more mannerly to give the food to those who deserved, his head flipping forward. The basket came sliding off, thumping to the ground as Cherrypaw lifted his head back up with a smile. "You can have some if you want!" He chirped encouragingly, nudging the basket toward him with his paw.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Oops-- He was a stranger, wasn't he? Well, at least he could remedy the problem, giving a nod of understanding to both of them and stating, "Oops; sorry! I came to join, actually. And the fruits was like a last second gift because I just saw it and decided to bring it along." He elaborated, giving a slightly guilty smile. They did seem awesome, anyway, as Undetectedskies' words had furthered, so it'd be great to be a part if the clan after all the walking. It only took him a little under a day, but his pads were sensitive-- something far from his fault. Oh, and he was declawed, too. He almost forgot about that little cruelty, reminded of his defenselessness as he glanced to his paws and back up at them.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]It was wonderful to see a clan so joyful and active as Windclan was; the tom was enjoying it already, and he hadn't even crossed the border yet! The first two welcomes were followed by a happily consisted chirrup; "Thanks!"
His ears radiated to the sound of Hama, and his head tilted as he intently listened. Most of what he said was true; but how in the word could they possibly get more friendly?! He recalled the stiff and mannerly firm voice of Undetectedskies as it was mimicked, a shrug working his shoulders. "Well, you guys are a ton better than the other clans I've seen! They're all like: 'What are you doing on blah blah territory? State'cha name and business, punk!'"Ah; he felt welcome here overall-- and given another welcome into the clan, he chimed once again; "Thanks!"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ignoring Elvinpaw's pessimism, the Abyssinian trotted over with a smile. Sure, it was everyday prey, but considering that it came out of nowhere and was caught as swiftly as that, it was pretty impressive. Of anyone, apprentices like Cherrypaw would be inspired, the declawed tom dropping into a seat. Gaze weaving along the skillfully decapitated rabbit, he shifted a bit, adjusting his basket full of fruit that hung from his neck. Soon, his features alighted and he spoke. "Impressive catch!"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Confused, the tom eased nearby, tensity in the air. Wait-- she hadn't even named the kid? And, wasn't the mother supposed to lick them clean? Yeah! He saw it before. Giving the birthing mother space, Cherrypaw lingered on the sidelines awkwardly. Ew, it was so hairless and nasty. But he wouldn't say that out loud, of course-- that would be beyond rude; he was like that one day. They all were. Silent, his tail tip flicked and he studied the situation carefully.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]"The Insignia," Replied the male with a smirk. He was having strange dreams about The Insignia, lately. But he wasn't himself; in fact, quite literally. He was some strange she-cat. Scoffing at the thought, he had also experienced their stupidity firsthand, having visited not along ago. Idiots, they were! Tilted his gaze across to Elvinpaw, he chirped a friendly, "Hello!"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]He awkwardly cleared his throat, face turning scarlet, as it sometimes did when he was nervous. The redness only faintly dusted his face, though anyone could tell it wasn't a blush. More like a, 'let's just drop it or I'll explode please?' In the nervous way, though, not negatively. Casting a thankful glance to the cat as she left, he turned back to Commanderspock, blinking. "So anyway," He started outwardly to break the silence. "How're you all?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ooh! The two positive, cheerful fellows who he'd met while joining; and also the two who could be considered his currently only friends, if even his friends at all. Kindling a smile, he started toward them, gaze flickered from the disgusted cat and to Hama occasionally, a curious tilt of his head hardly developing as he sat. "Hey, guys," Cherrypaw greeted merrily.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]ew I'm bored
threads with a friendly, declawed apprentice? x3
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Cherrypaw was merely strolling, honestly. The declawed cat's expression wore bored as he dragged along, ear occasionally flicking with nothing to do.
And then there was a crack and a thump, causing his gaze to dart upward, and his paws to scurry in a sprint to the sound. Who wouldn't rush to the scene? His hazel orbs studied her welt for a moment, the Abyssinian apprentice wincing. "Geez-- you okay?" He exhaled, offering a paw to lift the fluffy kitten from the ground. Or would it be better for her to relax there? Gaze sweeping over her blushing, he held back a chuckle, lying to try and make her feel a little better as he meowed assuringly, "I fell from a tree once; don't worry."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Oops- he seemed to skip that part, examining the flower for a moment as she spoke, before glancing over to her. "Oh; right," He started, casting her an awkward smile. "I'm Cherrypaw. Hey; cool name." Cherrypaw then responded. If she was named after it, it was probably a lily. It certainly didn't look like a fern. Oh-- and if anyone couldn't tell-- he was named after a cherry! Ha. Nature.
Musing for a moment, he glanced over to her, inquring; "So, anyway. What's up? I mean, how are you?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]He slightly winced at the hiss, glancing to the trees and back to what he considered a crazy fellow. What? 'Wake the trees'? Refraining from clearing he throat, he regained his posture, meowing an awkward; "Hi; I'm Cherrypaw."
He then gestured to the basket that hung at his crest, lowering his upper body so that it slid onto his neck and slipped off of his head, dropping to the ground. Unless he already did that; he was too lazy to check. Either way, it dropped at his paws and he scooted it toward them. "Hey; you guys can have that, by the way." He would keep the basket, though, for when he wanted to gather food or herbs for the medicine cats and/or rest of the clan.
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