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  • If I had words to make a day for you, I'd sing you a morning golden and true {O}

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    so many feelings, so many bodies and emotions were tied to the area as which the birth had been done in - but being slightly annoyed with the writhing bodies among him. he found comfort in his mother and father's scent, despite not knowing their faces and scents as well as he liked, their voices were a familiar thing to the grey smoke. the tom whom was named flintkit curled up, using his paws to wrap around his sister, honeykit. forceably pulling her closer, strictly for her warmth - his toothless jaws smacked as he began nibbling on the stubby ear of honeykit.


    [ doing profile ha :) ]

  • I WANNA BE A MILLIONAIRE SO FRIGGIN BADDDD! [ OPEN, M&G ]

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    the young son of harrier and bistre, he being one of seven that showed the union of two who had been in love. the grey smoke shook out his fur as he exited out of the nursery, the young kitten licked his lips with a curious expression - golden irises watching as the cold drank the warmth out his fur. shivering briefly, a defiant expression crossed his intense orbs as he looked at the grey sky silently.

  • never leave my side again || open ;; joining

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    The young kitten had been out of the nursery as usual, before he got to see the king cheetah at the border, his amber orbs narrowed briefly; squinting as he was legally blind and he only saw the outline of the cheetah. his steps slowed as he took a good look of what looked to be some type of wildcat, only when he got very close did he figure out blackpaw's particular species. another kit had made it before him, trotting up with a lazy yawn, " hey loner ", the tom could not smell another clan on him.

  • One moment can last an eternity [open - Death]

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    The young grey smoke stalked over, wanting to know why his mother had screeched in such a way - his eyes widened as he found out exactly why. this was death, the scent was known from his birth, the tiger and the scent of borage; pity. wrapping his paws around his mother's leg as if that would comfort her: death was apart of life but it didn't lessen the pain, that is what he learned.

  • First Announcements

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    his mom was holding a meeting, first time being able to join and understand what exactly was going on, the male looked at Ichigo with a small frown. then slowly his golden orbs returned to his mother, the words of the deceased just deepened the lanky kittens frown. his clanmates had lost a friend and perhaps the dead tiger had family.

  • I USED TO BE A MILLIONAIRE [open, m+g]

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    the grey smoke kitten padded over to delsin, " you think that if a tree falls down in a forest, it still makes a sound ", the tom-kit asked before sitting rather too closely to the male. " but, anyways that was to break the ice; my name is flintt", he greeted with a curious gaze.

  • Sugar Me Sweet | Open!

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    the young kitten arrived, seems like half the gang was already here, the male watched his sister with a small frown - what was she so giddy about? until he noticed that they were talking about the abundance of candy she had consumed, hm, that was what the fuss was about. giving a small smirk, '' you okay, sis '', the over-protective brother inquired with an amused expression.

  • The Rains of Castamere [O; CAMBRIAN'S FUNERAL]

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    this was a funeral, it was so glum and saddening for the male as his eyelids lowered down to his immature paws, was he sad? yeah, in a sense but he would not show it; his siblings would not wanna see someone as awesome as himself shed a tear or become weak- he needed to be strong. at least the grey smoke kept telling himself that, but in all seriousness the male seemed to break a bit at the entirety of the funeral. he watched his father with a slight tilt to his head, before once more looking at his paws - with a sigh, the male sauntered by ichigo and settled under his chest with a relaxing purr. cam would be happy in the afterlife.

  • MOVED -- Welcome To HawkClan

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    what was all these kit's around? some reason it made him uneasy, the male of three moons sauntered forward with a look of amusement - moving was something he didn't mind doing. he had only been born there, no more ties other than that but still he looked forward to the future. he was edging into the crowd before stumbling into ashkit, he frowned but sat next to her without saying anything.

  • my life gets kind of boring | patrol

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    oh, a patrol! '' I will stay here where it's nice, safe and warm '', the grey smoke announced with a mischievous twinkle in his amber orbs as he spoke - the wind ruffled his fur but other than that the male blinked his golden orbs at the patrol. he couldn't wait to grow up and you know, do warrior like things but that all came in time so he was gonna be patient and enjoy kithood.

  • WHAT THE FUDGE SHES GONE]] abduction, important

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    who was wendy? he didn't know but the kit had been wandering outside of the nursery with a look of curiosity - tired of being stuck in a nursery brought out one's adventurous spirit. the lanky male gave a small yawn before scenting the air, pausing his brow furrowed as a scent he was not familiar with laced the air in a venomous fashion.

  • i can not describe)) joiner

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    '' welcome to hawkclan! you better stay or we will chain you up to a post and call you cray cray '', the tom-kit rhymed happily as he came to stand beside his father with a handsome smirk. '' my name is uh flintkit but since you are cute you can call me whatever you want '', the young grey smoke said with a wiggle of his non-existent brows.

  • my heart is starting to separate — open

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    '' yeah, that doesn't look so good... i'd get it checked, sweet thang '', adding his little two sense in there as the young kit arrived with a small frown - if it ain't spit then something ain't a fit. his little saying, so if she wasn't coughing up spit then... something is wrong.

  • save me if I become my demons | open

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    '' can we roast marshmellows with smores and all that '', the lanky kitten of three moons inquired as he sauntered over with a casual gait and flick of his bushy tail. eyes that were wide and bright with excitement with the prospect of warming up to a fire and eating smores was a kid's dream.

  • I guess we know right from wrong [ Penelope dies ]

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    the tom-kit cuffed ashkit's ears with a roll of his eyes, for some reason the kit didn't get the meaning of death but expected them to turn up immidately. '' stop being a wuss, ash. she is dead but she will come back like the lot of them.. '', he said with a roll of his eyes but still the grey smoke couldn't shake the harsh feeling that he was wrong.

  • And by Protecting my Heart, I found you [P; Flintkit]

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    the young kitten arrived with a curious expression, his amber orbs brightened at his father's voice and he came bounding forward with a half-smile. skidding to a stop, he jumped up and placed his front forepaws on his father's chest with a affectionate lick under his jaw. '' im definitely free, dad '', he mewled with a twinkle in his bright irises before looking around. '' wait - do we have anything planned '', he asked with an excitable dog-like wag. he was a daddies boy at heart, besides they looked somewhat very similar, and flint was quite smug about looking like his pops.

  • Sugar Me Sweet | Open!

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    he watched his sister with fondess in his amber orbs, she was pretty cute, watching her getting all hyped up on sugar was something that mom and dad would figure out to tame the candy monster. he batted at her tail as she hurtled passed him and dad, '' sis, you could never beat me in a race '', he lightly teased but just out of playful jesting but other than that - with a light chuckle did he watch dad grab for mags.