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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]The first born coughed softly. Perhaps it was because she has just exited her body and made contact with the outside world, or perhaps it was simply that her throat tickled. After all, air could feel rather odd to newborn lungs. Whatever the reason, the tiny wheezing noise signified that the young female had taken her first breath. One after another, her siblings came tumbling after her, dirty as she was, no doubt. While her siblings liked sought out warmth or maybe even food, the serval had something else in mind. With tiny paw steps, she padded towards the gathered group, away from her mother and siblings. Relying on scent alone, the tiny feline crawled towards a scent nearly similar to her mother's. Emilia. The female smelt strongly of some sort of relation to the kit. Whether it be the lingering scent of Margaret, or the connection between Adelaide and Emilia.
The spotted feline mewled pitifully, struggling to keep her head up towards what she would later find out was her aunt. Mewl after meek erupted from the tiny kitten, each one a bit weaker than the last as she grew tired. And soon she stopped all together, head finally resting on the ground and body going limp as she fades off into the wonders of sleep.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosealie Joyce Anne Cruor-Bakersville. Now the tiny serval had a name to go with her light-hued face. After being dragged towards her mother, she squeaked softly and nuzzled into her mother. Soon, as she aged slowly, her relationship with her mother would become her most prized, and the love she felt for her would be unbreakable. After all, a mother's love for her daughter and a daughter's love for her mother might as well be what holds the world together. Or whatever.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][i]"Mommy? Mom?" Rosalie said telepathically to her mother, tears watering in her own eyes. The eldest of Adelaide's kids certainly cared about her siblings, and her mother as well. To see her like this was unbearable. The tiny serval looked up at her aunt with worried eyes. [i]"Auntie Em? Can... Can I see her? Please?" She asked the older female, her tone low and eyes pleading to the aunt whom kept her away from her beloved mother.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][i]"Charmainnee!" Rosalie all but shouted at her sister and mother, though really the telepathic line was open, a grin on her pale features. Rose as well has been born with a few... mutations. She was blind in one eye, and was physically mute, and not to mention she had heterochromia which made her left eye a blue-tinted white and her right a deep, electric blue. However, that didn't weigh the female down in the slightest as she bounced giddily towards her sister, moving to stand near her mother.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rose smiled at the unfamiliar female, and the offered a gentle nod that signified her greeting to her. Soon after, she stood beside her sister, their shoulders touching softly. "It's just me Charmaine," She sent telepathically to her sister.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Yep, as the title states, plot with the eldest daughter of Adelaide and Margaret. She's 2 months old and blind in one eye, also mute.
OPEN TO:
-Friends
-Enemies
-Best Friends (picky)
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-Future Mentor
CLOSED TO:
-Litters (she's two moons old)
-Rape
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Cinnnnyyy!" Rose sang into his head, a smile appearing on her features and she padded towards him, attempting to bowl the male over in the process of coming towards her slightly younger brother. Ecstatic as ever Miss Rosalie Joyce Anne was.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"That it indeed does," Rose stated in an open telepathic link between anyone in the group. A new member, hip hip horray! [i]"I'm Rosalie Joyce Anne Cruor-Bakersville, by the way, daughter of Adelaide."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"This is your daddy Auntie Em?" Rosalie asked her aunt telepathically, though as near always, the link was open to anyone who to listen in or even speak. Honestly, the kit had never seen this male before, or even heard of him, and though she called the older female her Aunt, she really was technically her cousin. Somehow. Possibly.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]The mute serval kitten looked up at her mother with wide, curious eyes, however she said nothing. This matter did not involve the likes of her, and to be entirely honest she knew that this was something between the leaders of Windclan, Darkclan, and likely Bloodclan as well. After all, they did seem to be on each others' tails as of late.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Hello, I'm Rosalie Joyce Anne Cruor-Bakersville, daughter of Adelaide," The tiny serval kit stated, a smile on her pale spotted maw as she sent the message to the unfamiliar face in an open telepathic link across everyone at the meet and greet.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie looked up at the older male, a frown embedding into her lips as she padded forward. Why had her brother come here without someone watching him, I mean really. Their mother would likely not be happy with this, though she wasn't going to intrude on her younger brother's business. Whatever he wanted to do was what he wanted to do.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rose smiled at Ravenpaw, and with a bounce in her step she would say quietly, "Very suiting."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Congrats Auntie Emmy!" Rosalie squeaked into her aunt's mind. More family members! Yay!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Yes to both, who makes?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rape, eh? So this male went around murdering and raping innocent young women? Personally, Rosalie saw that as a major deal, even if he was possessed. It deserved at least some sort of punishment, even if that punishment was as simple as making him skip out on a couple of meals or something. That was a serious offense, and if he learned that he could do it without getting punished, some part of him that wasn't 'possessed' could drive him to kill again. But, if her mother came and decided that he was innocent, she wasn't going to object.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie padded forward with a smile creased into her pale lips. A joiner? Maybe? That would be lovely. It seemed as of late the clan was a bit small, and small clans meant easily overpowered clans. At least, in her opinion.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"I'm Rosalie Joyce Anne Cruor-Bakersville, it is a pleasure to meet you," Audrey sent to the unfamiliar male. So many joiners as of late! How grand!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie nodded once before moving towards the gathered items. What to paint... Perhaps the could create the colors of a winter sunset in Antartica, or possibly a castle in all of its beauty. Though both ideas were great, the pale serval sided with the idea of simply painting whatever came to mind.
String out with her price of thick paper, the feline coated the entire top half in a gradient of her three colors: red blue and yellow. In between each color spawned the secondary colors created by mixing two primarys. With the pain coated thickly on the paper, she picked up her cardboard and used the side of it to smear lines into the top center. Shortly after she used the flat edge to make circular swirls that almost looked a bit like rainbow clouds. So far it's wasn't looking great, but an idea had spawned from this.
Now taking the bottom of the paper and coating the red with a thick layer of fresh blue, she blended it together with the cardboard, creating a brilliant array of various shades of violet and purple. Then adding the green to either side, she blended that on as well. Now taking the edge of the cardboard once more, she created the outlines of spruces and other shrubbery on the sides. The bottom of the paper was traced into to make it look like an open pool of water. The pool of were was seemingly surrounded by more undergrowth, and even the occasional rainbow patterned animal. Though it wasn't amazing quaility, it was certainly coming together.
She moved back up to the top and layered one corner thickly with yellow and red, making the appearance of the blazing sun. Taking the orange-ish yellow-red cardboard, she gently dabbed it into the place where she had made the wavy lines near the center of the page, Rose created what appeared to be the reflection of the sun on what was now a waterfall. It finally made sense.
When the young female stepped back to look at her page, it revealed a painting of some sort of tundra near sunset. The waterfall had depicted the water splashing up as it fell, and the pool at the bottom of the page had various animals sipping from it. Everything was so very colorful, and though it was obvious it was done by a child, it depicted the world through the eyes of youth. The eyes of someone whom had yet to be destroyed by the cruel world she called home.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie would force herself to tear her vision away from the corpse, but it was a bit too late. The image of that female's internal organs spread out around her in a masterpiece of death in its purest form burned into her memory. Some part of her was sorry for the female the suffering she likely endured, while the other part was more sorry for Raven and how hard this must be. Rosalie could not even begin to contemplate the thought of loosing Adelaide. Her mother meant the world two times over to her, and she certainly could not live without her. "I... I'm s-so terribly sorry, Raven."
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