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    @~ Qiyana ~ yes!! potion buddies :) he wants to see things go boomboom jajahsh


    Sanctuaryforall1 what class does your castleobruxo professor teach?Im always down to plot w u!


    .smokey oohohoh do I smell a ship already?? I think I will hold off on romances for a little bit but friends are always appreciated!! I need to read her form tho shdjd


    here w interest! uhm its been a good 5-6 years since my warriors phase, bear with me as I try to figure this out again :)

    I forget how bad I am with plot threads and remembering what to reply to jhsfjh discord is rlly ruining me anyways though uhm, yes the potion pals are gonna be wreaking havoc for everyone lets be honest here @ qiyana also?? percy is gonna give mara hell because he does not pay attention in class whatsoever

    ah! I imagine her parents are still alive, but they are kittypets so I don't see them returning to the wild anytime soon. and I don't mind if any of her siblings come into jayclan! it'd be cool to see one, but I have no opinion on which. the only thing I would see is one of the brothers going to another clan, hence why he attacked her :)

    hi!! my name is toucant, but you can call me tou :) I play kestralbright, and I just joined! it's been a hot moment since i've touched anything warriors, so pls be patient uwu

    kes is open to plotting!

    kestralbright awoke that morning with a start. hunger spread across her belly like a dancing claws, gripping at her stomach fiercely. she should have expected this, having went the night before without getting more food in her body. as day broke across the gloomy sky of camp, the alabaster and tawny coated she-cat stirred from her slumber. grounding her paws into the ground before her, she pulled her hind backwards in a stretch before lightly padding across the ground towards the center of camp. she needed some grub, stat. perhaps someone would be open to joining her, but she was fine to feast on her own. less to share and more for kestralbright, anyways.


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    oh mY okok Sanctuaryforall1 yes, I love that idea. I feel like percy, although the least attentive, will respect mara heavily. perhaps there can be a mentor/under her wing relationship between mara and perc?


    SUGAR. ahm?? yes???? of course?? I need to read her form tbh sjdjd but knowing percy he will probably be good friends w her


    im sorry yall plot threads get me so confused now a days ahah


    yes! I stan the mara and percy mentorship. she could also be his hype woman, in a way. someone to boost his confidence when he’s getting himself down about not being as good as the other champions


    I dont know who I missed djfjd please remind me if I accidentally skipped over your tag!


    the she-cat had been lazily plowing through breakfast, her first course being a simple vole from the food pile. sometimes the reminder of how large jayclan was appeared in the smallest details of everyday life in camp. one such reminder being the constantly fresh varieties of meat. considering how the patrols frequently added to the mountain, it surprised her how there weren't any straggling rotten bits of food under all of the rabbits and mice. kestralbright enjoyed the sunlight whispering across her fur like gentle pawing, basking under its warmth as she ate. the scent of the food was overpowering under the sunhigh lights, making the vole ever more appetizing. as she busied herself picking through the bones of the small rodent, she heard her name mentioned by her clanmates. "otterdew! why yes, i'm having quite the meal. care to join?" kestralbright mewed, a glimmer in her eye as she glanced up to greet the sepia furred she-cat. snapping up the last bits of rodent into her jowls, she heard clovertail call for attention. she would have rather lingered around camp for a little longer and enjoy reposing under the sun, but the day had to get started. after all, duty above self, right? pulling herself up, she moved to a light stretch and discarded her scraps into the dirt below her paws. "ready to go, clovertail." the tawny and alabaster cat hummed, a slight smile reaching her lips.


    interacting with: otterdew tigress. and clovertail Catlover15

    ELISION AUGUSTINE JASPER

    All those years in the basement. All those years chained to the wall like a animal, to be jeered at an degraded by someone you thought was family. The same father who walked you across the living floor as a toddler and who taught you how to throw a ball in your kindergarten years. A mother who held you close when you were born and read you story books before you went to sleep. In most families, mistakes were learned and moved on from. That's what he thought his family would be like, except he didn't expect himself to be the mistake. The disgrace that stripped away the happy childhood he would have had. Mothers became cold and uncaring. Fathers were harsh and violent. Sisters trembled at his touch. Brothers? Well, he couldn't say much about brothers. One was too young to know Elision past "monster" and the other ran the moment he was old enough. Darius Jasper. The only sibling who visited at night. Who dabbed alcohol on the lacerations his metal cuffs caused on his wrist. Who snuck him dinner past midnight. Darius Jasper who, at 16, left Elision to rot in that dingy basement.


    He didn't have any ill feelings toward Darius. Without his older brother, Elision would have truly died well before his time. And, if he was in Darius's position at 16, he would flee the fuck away from the cursed Jasper household. The only thing he wished was that the charming eldest son would have taken Elision with him. Leave the perfect children at home to bend to Moira Queen and Jackson Jasper's every whim. Or maybe Darius could have taken all of the Jasper children when he left. Supported them on his minimum wage and shanty apartment. Anything would have been better than the circus that was their parent's family home.


    In all honesty, the teenager didn't even know if his brother was alive. Perhaps if he was, he would have reached out to Elision by now. To check if everything was going okay for the Jasper freak child. As Elision sat there on the bar stools, watching his estranged mother put together a warm breakfast, he wondered what Darius would have thought of him. Would he be disappointed that his younger brother so enthusiastically danced his way into Moira's clutches? Was so easily persuaded by soft smiles and motherly touch? Hell, was Elision so weak in his morals and so deprived of healthy human contact that he willingly put himself in a position to be taken advantage of? Yes. He was. And he didn't quite know if he was relieved his mother was not the demon he originally thought she was. Her kindness still felt surreal to him.


    Letting his senses be overwhelmed with the smell of bacon and eggs, he was almost taken aback by how easily he was able to relax. Something about breakfast food and took off the tension of his shoulders. Breakfast almost always had good memories in his mind. One of them being the breakfast he shared with his princ— no, Quinn. That morning that they danced to music and chased each other around the island with flour. When they feasted on fresh chocolatey cookies as the first thing to enter their stomach. How close they were to kissing in that corner of the kitchen. The corner that he avoided since that day. God, Elision refused to forgive himself for what he did. The first time he got confronted with feelings and he just had to go and convince himself they were lies. How he buried his burning heart in the loving of some cheap girls he found at the club. Couldn't he have a better taste in women? It always seemed like the sweet girls he picked up were in reality just assholes. Assholes who were more than ready to rip apart the girl of his dreams. The girl that left an aching hole in his chest every time he thought about her.


    As Moira slid a plate his way and settled into the seat beside him, Elision swallowed a sigh and lifted up his fork. With such a painful topic at the breakfast table, it seemed his appetite vanished. As much as he wanted to suck it up and dive into his food, something in Moira's voice compelled him to pick at his eggs. "I fucked up, Mom." He said, allowing his mouth a small morsel of the eggs that his mother prepared. His tastebuds hummed in appreciation. "I think I think I fell way too hard for her. Too fast." How could he put his torment into words? To sum up the emotion he felt whenever she was nearby? Biting his cheek, he tentatively continued. "I ruined it because of that fuckin' monster inside of me. And well, I guess you can put two and two together. I wanted those pills to get rid of that side of me. For her." Elision rambled, not knowing if his words were in anyway logical or comprehensible. He wanted to be truthful to his mom. To show her that their history of strained relationships and hateful words was in the past.


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