Posts by nightpaw.

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the girl had seen polarispaw around camp, quite often actually, yet never had the two had a full conversation. to be completely honest, the child had never had a true conversation with another living soul. it seemed as if there was never enough time for such things. a quick, "hello", "how are you" or "pleasure to meet you" perhaps, but nothing more. mayankit dreaded this with a burning passion, yet there was nothing she could do about it.

shrugging off the thought, the domestic approached with lethargic pawsteps, accompanied of course with a large yawn. having heard the male's last couple words, the kitten offered nothing more that a weary smile, pearly white fangs poking out from her rose lips.

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purple? that certainly wasn't natural. this... creature, claiming to be caramelpaw was certainly an imposer, a riverclan spy! after all, mayankit had spotted them near the border requesting for ben not long ago. perhaps it was all a distraction! accusations began to whirl within the tiny feline's mind as she approached the scene, raven hued fur on end and volcanic opticals brimming with suspicion.

raising a set of metaphorical eyebrows, the child seated herself some distance away from the snowferra, kneading her paws in the dirt without a word. these fools might fall for this "act", but maya was determined not to. [b]"greetings, caramelpaw. i don't believe we've officially met. i'm mayankit." the domestic introduced herself in a strained tone, her words tight and restricted as they rolled of her tongue.
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yes to both, and who shall make x2?

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the small child had been mindlessly ambling around, her brain fried and her senses feeble most likely due to lack of sleep. it wasn't news that mayankit's slumber was plagued with night terrors, but recently it had gotten worse, much worse, to the point where the girl refused to sleep, however difficult that proved to be. at least it was somewhat comforting to know she didn't suffer alone. it seemed as if there were many members of windclan that were forced to endure such terrible things.

allowing a yawn to split her gullet, the small raven hued domestic shuffled over, beckoned by the voice of a familiar clanmate. tabbypaw, if she wasn't mistaken. espying the apprentice, the young kitten forced a smile to crease her rose lips, cracked and brittle. [b]"what do you think it is?" questioned the female, angling her dull magma opticals in the direction of the shiny silver object. it appeared rather suspicious, that was at least according to the plain obsidian feline.

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mayankit pitied the odd cur, now blinded and starving. no doubt it was one of those haunting ghoul-like mutilations that hounded the entirety of windclan, yet somehow, it seemed so helpless and innocent. after all, it had only wanted a snack. however, judging by the reaction of the crowd, she stood alone with this opinion.

the child hoisted her raven hued shoulders, appearing to be quite fraught. slamming her dull tangerine hues shut, the obsidian domestic allowed a small huff of air to slip past her lips as she approached with careful steps. opticals trailing the mutant creature. [b]"yeah, you alright?" the female inquired, though the question had already been asked a couple times.
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drawn by the familiar hubbub, mayankit tiptoed forwards, a very unnatural approach. so this was skyclan's leader? how interesting. sleep-deprived volcanic hues held wide in curiosity. seating herself nearby, the girl shuffled her paws eagerly, awaiting for the dragon to respond.
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ethereals? though the group itself seemed rather interesting, mayankit found herself unable to join. without wings, she would be rather useless in any flight orientated group. unfortunate.

a yawn splitting her thin deep rose lips, the child approached the group, her volcanic hues sifting through the crowd.
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the girl always enjoyed meet and greets, even if they were a tad bit loud and overcrowded in her taste. these social gatherings were fantastic ways of getting to know fellow clan mates and were a type if right of passage in a sense, that was at least according to mayankit.

beckoned by an unfamiliar voice, the obsidian feline sauntered over, offering a timid grin as she plopped her rear on the ground near tablekit. the youth blinked her sunken, sleep deprived opticals in greeting. [b]"hello, i'm mayankit. tablekit, is it? wait, no. you've answered that already. in that case, it's a pleasure to meet you." questioned the female softly, shuffling her small inky paws uncomfortably.
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angling her volcanic hues towards the odd looking creature, once a simple ashen kitten. how incredible. raising a set of nonexistent brows, the child stifled a gasp, lips curling into a tiny grin and opticals narrowed. [b]"quite interesting, yet terrifying at the same time." the child mused softly, approaching the strange reptile.
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mayankit had been thinking a lot recently, which wasn't particularly shocking. what was rather surprising was the subject of such thoughts. death. that's what the child had spent her recent days mulling about. it was a rather morbid theme of contemplation for one so young, yet the girl wasn't to blame having first witnessed the grim reaper's wrath at a very young age. two months, to be exact, though the details wren't very important.

a droplet of rain is what woke the child from her musing, landing right upon the very tip of her charcoal pigmented nose before cascading off the side of her muzzle. it was surprising how quickly a mere droplet of water falling from the sky multiplied, and soon thousands, millions even, of tiny tear shaped raindrops came pouring down from the thick, dreary grey clouds above. to think it had been sunny minutes ago...

pinning her paper-thin ears against her triangular cranium, the child cowered against the ground, her ebony belly fur brushing against the muddy floor, peppered with damp autumn leaves the color of liquid gold. "curse this weather." the girl mumbled to herself as she slipped into camp, safe and sound underground.
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mayankit had been in the middle of an afternoon stroll when she spotted inca, drawn in by her unfamiliar sent as she approached the group. offering a smile (accompanied by a weary yawn), the child tipped her head in greeting, blinking her volcanic hues slowly. there wasn't much left to say, therefor, the girl remained quiet, at least for the time being.

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first up, polarispaw: click