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  • ALL THE THINGS I NEED TO HEAR YOU SAY [private, graphitekit]

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    Steamy was feeling in a rather cheery mood as of late. She didn't necessarily know why; maybe it was because of newcomers, or maybe that she had just become more active within the clan. Again, she didn't know, but she was grateful for her happiness. There were still many people to meet and get to know, and, of course, ask questions to. The young femme didn't even really know why she asked questions 24/7, but hey, if she did it, she did it. Happily padding along through WindClan camp, she anxiously awaited for someone to talk to.



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  • flower crowns | open

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    Flower crowns? Count Steam in! The young tabby was pretty fascinated with nature, feathers and flowers especially. Plus, they looked really cute and cool! Happily running up to the fire-pelted femme, she said, "I'll take one, if you please! Can it be in purple~?"



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  • i thought of angels choking on their halos //o;m&g

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    "AHHhhHH!"
    Okay, maybe not the best way to react to a telepathic message. However, the she-kit hadn't had a telepathic message sent to her before, so the experience was a bit unnerving. After getting over the initial shock, she realized there was a meet and greet. Those do not make her scream like a frightened housecat, and let's all be thankful they don't. Steamkit gleefully padded over to the mute tom to make her introduction.
    "Heya! I'm Steamkit, but you can call me Steam or Steamy if you'd please!"


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  • THE VOICE OF THE EMPIRE [private, intermission]

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    The she-kit was a bit surprised that Intermission had actually asked. She hadn't met many people who would really ask, and she was pretty happy that he had. If it was possible, her smile grew a bit wider and she began her tale of her fantasies.


    "Ultimately, I was thinking of the not-so-distant future, where I had become more popular among fellow clanmates and my peers and such. But I don't really care about popularity, y'know? I mean, it's nice and all, but I really do prefer friendships. I don't really know much about the place I've chosen to settle into, or really anything in general, but I do know that I love it here and I want to continue being here. So I guess the future I was thinking of was my dream future. I also like to think about me being older and then being able to summon things with a feather!" As she concluded, she giggled lightly at the last part she added, hoping that one day her summoning fantasy would indeed come true. Because who doesn't want to summon things with a feather??



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  • I DON'T CARE, I LOVE IT | opposite personality au

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    "Oh. My. God." Quite frankly, the kit had had enough of such optimism and happiness. Turning on her heel, she stormed off to an isolated part of camp which she dubbed her "emo corner". Plopping herself down, she curled into a ball to block out everything the laughing and smiling others were doing.



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  • ALL THE THINGS I NEED TO HEAR YOU SAY [private, graphitekit]

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    Thank the stars above for Graphite arriving. Steamy had started to become slightly restless on account of just sitting there in camp. The she-kit turned to face her grey peer and returned the smile ten-fold.


    "Heya, Graphy! Just waiting for someone like yourself to come along! I've been wanting to branch out more, y'know?"



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  • NO QUESTIONS + joining

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    Heck yeah! A newcomer! Running over like the little ball of energy she is, Steamy happily stood in front of Rose. "Hey, hey, hey! The name's Steamkit. Feel free to call me Steam or Steamy, if you'd like, though!" Seeing the roses which trailed her fellow tabby, she couldn't refrain herself from asking about them. "The flowers. They're really pretty. Why do you leave a trail of them? Are they magical? Do you like them very, very much??"



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  • ALL THE THINGS I NEED TO HEAR YOU SAY [private, graphitekit]

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    "Good! No, great, actually! What with the steady stream of newbies coming along, it's been really cool to actually be able to meet them as they come! What about you? Also, on a side note, do you believe it's possible to summon things with a feather?" The tabby femme smiled at Graphite, hoping he'd agree with the theory of summoning. With a feather. Why? Because the kit really liked feathers, and she had no idea why, but they just looked like the type of things you could summon other things with.



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  • THE VOICE OF THE EMPIRE [private, intermission]

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    She, too, nodded at what Intermission had to say. As he asked the question she unconsciously knew was coming, she shook her head as a "no". "Sadly, not yet. But..." Steamy trailed off, glancing hopefully at her fellow tabby. "Would you like to help me summon something?? To see if it works?"



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  • GLORY AND GORE GO HAND IN HAND [open]

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    Depression. Is this what it felt like? She wasn't sure, for the young femme had never experienced this type of feeling before. Maybe it was a different emotion or state of being, but it sure as hell didn't seem like it. The Noblelands were attacking, and Steamy had no kind of training for the battlefield. She didn't want to risk being severely injured like other people she had known. Even worse, if she entered that battle, she ran the risk of dying as well. She was only three moons, and she did not want to end her life here.


    Most of all though, her best friend had been captured by the enemy. Steamkit had learned of this not too long ago by an unknown NPC, and it quickly devastated her. She wasn't sure how Bridalkit was captured, or what was being done to her, but she could only assume the worst. Seeing as the Noblelands had had the bright idea to capture Noodle, too, she was sure that they would only bring pain and bloodshed. The sounds of the audible raid outside only supported her thoughts.


    Glaring at her paws in pure angst, she felt as if action needed to be taken. How many others knew of the kittens' disappearances? The question would most likely remain unanswered. Even the young tabby's optimism couldn't shine through at this time, and it was the first time since arriving that she felt horribly wrong. In all of this frustration, she yelled out, "What's wrong with the world?!"



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  • discreet windclan chatting thread for iguanas and stuff.

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    guys
    story and steam should totally just go and petition against the noblelands and save noodle and bridal
    while fall is giving them a "stern talking to", SS Save the Kittens can totally just sneak into their camp and save them





    ...sorry, I'm feeling slightly anxious about this lol



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  • GLORY AND GORE GO HAND IN HAND [open]

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    Steam didn't even realize what she said at first –– or the responses from Rose & Ava, for that matter. After about 5 seconds in the mini-oblivious stage, she snapped back to reality and felt slightly embarrassed about what she had yelled out. "It's just... the captures are getting to me. Fairly badly, to be honest. I want to storm into the Noblelands right now and just save them. But what can I do? I want to do something, obviously, but how much longer must we wait?" As she finished, she continued to stare at her paws, trying her hardest to refuse the horrid reality.



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  • CAN'T WIN :: open, angry windclanner!!

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    Guess who followed Storypaw? The young femme trotted up to stand beside her less-than-articulate friend and wore a rather angry face, which did not suit her style at all. Unlike Story, however, she managed to hold her tongue. That is until real conflicts were brought into the matter.



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  • CAN'T WIN :: open, angry windclanner!!

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    "Trust me, when we join them, it'll be in merry unity. Until then, I highly suggest you keep any physical harm to a minimum. We wouldn't want high tensions, would we?" Narrowing her green optics at the ones she herself would consider hostile, she made a swift gesture to Story. "C'mon, Story, let's go."



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