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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]It wasn't long before little Cottonkit trailed up next to Cherryblod, his arrival quietly announced with a sneeze as the tiny alabaster form's bright blue orbs blinked up to Cherryblod, turning back to the captured kitten. That cat was being bad, right? His mind murmured, though his soft lips were pressed together in silence as he trained his naturally crystalline, soon-to-be-chocolate visionaries upon Archkit. He wasn't sure whether to congratulate this unfamiliar she-cat for the capture, as everyone else had been doing, or to just observe, so it took him a moment to decide to do both as he quietly chirped, [b]"Nice capture.."

Both his father and Hermione, whom he had yet to meet, had said that; which meant he probably should tag along, reclosing his maw to watch the foreign scene unravel.

"[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The same frightening figure he'd previously seen was now seen dominating yet another, Cottonkit's little body prancing over with a usual neutral expression dipped over his adorable features, chilly body slowing into a seated position as he unsteadily trotted forward. Naturally, his sapphire-shaded luminaries trained onto Marie, and he subconsciously acknowledged her unrecognizable scent. With not much confidence, he stiffly stilled, tail just barely curling around his paws while he gazed up to Luciano.

Naturally, the boy was easily impressed, being a two moon old kitten with not much experience nor knowledge, running his ocean over Luciano's features carefully. She didn't look very nice, so it wasn't long before he noted her novel aroma and turned back to the captured Marie, Cottonkit tucking his snowy paws into the warm sand a bit more.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Clueless to a majority of their identities, Cottonkit's milk-painted matter dissolved from his soft stroll over next to Cherryblod, the kitten's cerulean optics freshly absorbing their crisp and distinct figures for a moment before lifting over to Robert Jagger. Cottonkit was certainly curious as to what a 'Greenhorn' was, though he didn't publicly question it, tiny ear flicking and silently agreeing with Anduril on the interest. It sounded like the obvious; a forest shaded horn. But that certainly wasn't it; this fellow looked nothing like a such a thing! Heeding this fact, Cotty shifted his icy paws.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The child was determined to get it this time.

His flank steadying in the air, the sand cushioning his pads so cozily, and his crystal gaze locked on the smooth, tan bark of the tree; Cottonkit prepared to try once again. If he was to be unsuccessful? He'd try in a couple more minutes, after figuring out precisely what he'd done wrong the previous time. This round, he'd easily realized his little paw's grip wasn't nearly as good as he'd hoped, and that was what made him go tumbling to the ground. Luckily, no injuries or even little bruises. But he would take just one more try before resting.

Alabaster paws shot forward, ripe energy bursting him in a blur as he paused for a mere split moment and leaped with all the force musterable, fresh and clean silver claws like pine needles sprouting from their sheaths and injecting into the seemingly-polished bark of a palm tree. It was somewhat small, a youthful blossom of nature as he clambered up it best he could and tensed his claws into the smooth yet firm, tan bark, finding himself stiffly clinging onto the side of the young palm tree, a good distance up to where he couldn't easily get down but could still jump without consequence if needed.

Of course, the concentration distracted him only for a few seconds from the objective; but when he realized it, a mellowly excited spark lit his crystalline gaze. [b]"I did it!" Cottonkit chirped, a smile spreading across his soft muzzle as his tail began to sway, alabaster body holding tightly onto the side of the tree with a joyous beam kindling his features, his head craning a bit to see how high he'd gotten. Pretty tall, compared to the two moon old's little form. To an adult? Maybe 3/4 length from an average grown cat's body. Who cared, though? He did it! He finally climbed up the tree! Normally, his claws would've sheathed on him, or he'd be scared away from the height he planned to go. He'd usually fall, or slip, or do something to make him forcefully restart-- But not now! Cottonkit climbed up the tree, and his was damn proud as he leaned out ever so slightly to gaze back at the ship, planning to tell his mother and father all about his prideful achievement.

/so i get a muse burst and decide to spend it on cottonkit here <3

"[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The tomkit appeared proud, despite the soft steps that currently strode his toward the shore and the sheepishly prideful smile that was broad across his muzzle. It was quite recent that Cottonkit climbed his tree, and he adored the idea of climbing for his own purposes, to which even he wasn't sure of. What he did know, however, catching a glimpse of the tree from the edge of his vision while he settled into a seat so that the frosty water lapped at his toes, was that he had accomplished something even after taking a brief interest into it, and he allowed himself mental confident praise, an ear flicking as Cottonkit glanced into his reflection from the brief refill of dampness onto the shore, soon the wave releasing back into the ocean. Ah, he was on the road to striving to be his best, tail flicking happily. He was a healthy child, really, and it the confident feeling mildly seeping through him was natural, considering Cottonkit was impressed quite easily and had been excitable decently. Admittedly, it was a small achievement, but he was looking forward to telling his parents of the miniature accomplishment.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit was dug up from being buried in his thoughts nearly immediately, the kitten swiftly gazing over to his father, giving a quick sneeze as he turned his body to face him, Cotton's light royal blue orbs holding Cherryblod's albino pale pinks. [b]"Hi, dad." Cottonkit greeted in return, voice quite clear. "Guess what happened today?" He then inquired, tucking his paws into the sand a bit as he mildly beamed up at Cherryblod, youthful spirit anxious to tell him, yet considerably patient. Cottonkit was aware that it wasn't so amazing to feel the need to blurt it out to the world; but at two months old, he also knew it was something to be proud of for a little while. Just for a moment, the alabaster kitten wondered if his father had ever climbed. It was likely, he presumed.

"[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit's snow paws were intently tucked beneath his crest, gaze swiveling about as two youthful seagulls swirled effortlessly through the sky, weaving about one another with clear romance holding their motions as they seamlessly brushed past one another and fluttered their soft white, dove-like wings. Cottonkit adored the beautiful birds. Not seagulls specifically, but any elegant creature who obtained flight and beauty questionlessly. It was nice to watch, really; and the gorgeous soprano songs sung was a mere sound compared to some of the dances that could be seen from the right angle. It was times like this he was really relaxing, Cottonkit's crystalline orbs tagging the two seagulls in flight while his alabaster head subconsiously tipped to one side, wonders of merely how they did it knitted into the veins streaming through his mind.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The child's ears were occasionally flicking, any direction properly suiting him as Cottonkit was intently perched on the deck of the ship, open to any conversations, really, as he blinked across the sand observantly. Curiosity occasionally clicked into his gaze, but were blinked away with explanations while his light sapphire orbs rovered over the sand. Spotting two bundles of black rolling about, they were realized to be a couple of playing kits. Eh.. He didn't feel like playing. Tail tip lightly brushing the ground in a flick, Cottonkit's alabaster head continued to turn either way, mild effort put into the motion as he looked over the beach. It was nice, overall, he decided, still continuing to watch as npcs interacted.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit's attention was easily strewn away from the captivating scene and to Champagne, the little fluffy alabaster tomkit invisibly startled as he gave a few blinks of his crystalline gaze, which soon fixated on the femme. His life, she inquired? Aah, he hadn't much of that to begin with, but he was still taking off. Cottonkit replied with a simple, [b]"I'm okay. How are you?" Rising to his paws and turning so that he properly faced the much taller feline, somewhat intimidating as a negative feelings seeped through his instincts. Of course, he never really trusted his gut anyway. Knowledge was more his thing.

"[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The controlled admiral and physician's son's eyes proved curious as the crystalline orbs swayed over Blackcurrant, scooting in next to Cherryblod with innocent obliviousness.

- rush

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8][b]"No, I was just watching some birds." Cottonkit could hear the mild squawking of the said avians behind him as he brushed away their presence, his attention now steadied on Champagne. Instincts or knowledge.. Those certainly were debatable, but no matter what, saying either one is 'better' would always be an opinion. "I'm Cottonkit. What's your name?" Cottonkit then introduced politely, quietly sneezing shortly after.

/mobile =D
"[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]/he's actually climbing a tree xD

Luckily for Four, Cottonkit wasn't planning on hunting any time before six months. That was when he would be a cadet, and become somewhat more violent in terms of any kind of training. Also fortunately for this case, he wasn't bragging; he wasn't planning on doing that.. Well.. Ever. Instead he was merely working up self esteem, accomplishing some small goals and keeping his pride inside, only bringing it up when it was actually nessecary. Speaking of which, Cottonkit's lovely sapphires blinked to the other side of him to find Orange Lily, his mother. Her simple, 'Good' was praise enough, and he ignited a smile for her before carefully hopping off, landing on the ground with some dust kicking up from the sand below him, having skidded somewhat.

He turned his tiny alabaster body around to find Four, offering a sheepish smile.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8][b]"It's nice to meet you, Champagne. Cottonkit stated warmly. 'Champagne'.. It sounded elegantly vicious. Of course, the two moon old was oblivious to the drink-wise beverage as he went on to tell her, "Cherryblod is my daddy. Orange Lily is my mommy." Cottonkit shifted his paws, looking away and sneezing softly before turning back to the fem. "Who are your parents?"

- mobile again
"[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The two moon old did his best to scramble onto a small crate, his little alabaster body soon perched atop the short distance as crystal orbs readied on Skipper. Cottonkit knew nothing of this 'shanty' thing, which meant he would listen and learn, tiny snow ears perking intently, a frosty white tail flicking.

- mobile

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]A downpour's tiny liquid bullets mercilessly pelted down, Cottonkit's tiny alabaster form hidden safely inside the ship; though he'd managed to make his way from clambering up the shelves and leaping from the top to the window sill so that he now sat, gazing out from the ship, a cracked window perched in front of him as his crystalline luminaries trailed figures in the rain. It was beautiful; and he loved the sound. But unfortunately, the millions of droplets were so tiny and forceful so that it'd actually be considered painful to be out in it. Soon enough, a storm commenced, thunder rolling forward as the two moon old's tail flicked as it hung from the window sill.

- mobile

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit wasn't sure how to feel. Trotting along, back and forth and only deepening his steps in the sand, the little alabaster form was pacing. Too much was happening. But firstly; His poor mommy! What happened to her? She wouldn't move, nor speak to him. Cottonkit was truly too young to understand. With a confused huff, he dropped it, swerving around to pace the other direction as he had been doing for a full ten minutes. Whew, quite the exercise. But second of all; Who was that scary lady he'd continue to see? With a knife, dominating weird-smelling fellows? Cottonkit didn't mind the concept of capture, surprisingly; He was merely curious as to who, oblivious to him, the fem named 'Luciana' was. So far, he'd noted she was quite frightening.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit certainly heard the clicking of the blade, his sensitive ears swiveling with fright and a swear being made that his heart positively dismissed a beat to make way for the sound. Naturally, he halted, but it was more as a pause as his tiny alabaster paws shifted with an aching throb, craving the motion that sent him back and forth around the beach to feed away a bit of the urge of pacing once again. Yet he held still, dropping into an exhausted seat, though the exasperation slithering along his heart was invisible, cloaked by the adorable, frosty body.

Cotty turned his head and gave a, somewhat soft, sneeze, before gazing back up at Luciana. Her speech sounded.. Muffled, yet audible? Like she had quite a stuffy nose. But Cottonkit wouldn't question it; He was constantly sneezing himself, and it'd grown to be a natural thing to be sick for him. Also, for the speech of this venomous calico, he noticed the way she'd spoken, though little Cotty couldn't detect the specific language. He was only two moons.

[b]"Hello," Cotty chirruped in a friendly manner. "I'm Cottonkit."
"[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Mmh. Cottonkit would dare say he adored the attitude this self-proclaimed leader carried, bringing about a positive aura. Cotty honestly liked it, the tiny alabaster form trailing after Blackcurrant, having been intently listening to his speech and-- dare say once again, excited to get started. Maybe this take-over wasn't so bad.. If it weren't for the awfulness of his mother being under such forced control. Cotty felt his heart strings being tugged a bit too much for his liking, any smile being mustered dissolving; Yet he was still anticipating this. The two moon old alabaster form merely missed his mother, and it was this fellow he was willingly following after who took it from him.

Cottonkit's prance slowed to a trot, and he merely flicked an ear, inhaling a crisp breath of the saltwater sea.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The duo of greetings sounding behind him made Cottonkit's gaze flicker over to where they were heard, cerulean orbs resting on both of them. [b]"Hi." Cotty chirped, lifting to his paws, turning, and crouching softly so that the cold, snowy paws tucked beneath his crest warmly. "How are you all?" The tomkit inquired gently, tail flicking against the window softly.

- mobile =D

"[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit alighted from his perch, carefully sweeping down the shelf he previously scrambled up on, paws supported by the knobs before the little alabaster frame stood gazing up at them, somewhat reminded of his tiny size. The two moon old kitten turned his head away, and quietly sneezed, before gazing back to see the additional new admiral of the group. Cottonkit, smile faltering, easing into a seat, ears perking to listen to the offer. He held back an acceptance of the offer, considering his snowy-white paws were feeling quite icy, but they constantly were. Since birth and up until the two months he'd lived, Cotty was always cold, night and day. It was really unexplainable, along with his occasional sneezing.

Anyways, unsureness settled into his crystalline gaze, which landed on the leader for a moment before flicking about to the others. Eventually, Cottonkit turned back to Blackcurrant, offering a timid smile.

"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]