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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]oops i got confused with the title but is it the thread of shiraishi and abbi? c:
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]The loud sounds of screaming had been frequent lately; whether it was Sauron torturing another or an injured clanmate or just a scene, really. At first, Shiraishi used to respond with ears pinned against her skull, popeyed as she turned her head to sides with alarm but one thing she had learnt from the escaped terror which vibrated in her head continuously was that there was always a person in need; without thinking she was running there as far as her slender legs carried her petite body. Though, she might not be the biggest help in combat and in quarrels as she listened her brain too often to rebel; she could at least report the news to the others for a bigger group.

Panting, the blonde femme was nailed to her spot near Ferid, optics fixed on the cheetah with utter shock. Why would someone rip their own leg off with such a painful method? "Abstract," Quite louder than her everyday tone, she did not give away her panic just yet. "I will just fetch Kaiju or someone—" Penelope could help too, perhaps? "Penelope." Well, the female was quite a scientist with her cruel experiments, but the scene was unbearable for the pretty feline to watch any longer.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]Hardly had she opened her mouth to utter a reaction to his digestive problems as the lean femme had generated many excuses in her mind but the digestion, when her dear crush made several puns as the conversation kept going which made her shut her mouth as she decided she could munch on the mint-cakes meanwhile. As the blonde observed their interaction with sparkly eyes and a smile which she could not hold back — but she was overwhelmed by the taste in her mouth; the mint was perfectly scattered in the cake with great toppings and for a moment all of her senses were shut down but the taste. However, the next pun of Shishio helped her to wake up from her mint dream with a light laugh. The puns were terrible, the bitter truth was, but perhaps she had laughed at how silly they both looked. In addition to the sarcastic comment, her calm smile was plastered on her face and she realized once more that she adored living in BoneClan more than anything else. Minus the misfortune.

"Mind teaching me?" It was far better than what she conjured, and the blonde was aware that it took great deal of effort but as Shishio had also liked the taste — she could maybe bake cakes with mint and coffee flavor? Would it show her care although for a long time they had not even talked properly? Cheeks burning with the thought, she was still smiling in a reserved way as she awaited a response. "Shiraishi, by the way." Well, she could guess his; it must be Snowball, perhaps.

//the pUNS
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This was not fun unlike what Shion had just stated; compared to her clanmates she was less likely to rip someone apart or bathe in enemy's blood. It was not like she was terrified to be in the midst of a battlefield; no, she was only a tad scared to be forced to fight someone. The blonde servaline was not the right fit for a close combat, not yo mention she would not last long under their paws. Only thing she could do in such situations would be to watch or assist without taking much attention, but not tied to one spot at all as that would be cowardice. The lean feline made her way behind the bushes, silently as it was what she excelled at and she observed the scene from a distance. Perhaps, she could be sensed or seen with thermal vision or super senses or someone could actually spot her there; but she was not fully unguarded anyways as she was conjuring up throwing knives that would not even kill people, but at least scare or hurt them reasonably. She was not the one to take a life even in worst conditions.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]It was only a trip; from Japan to all the way here with a small group of my friends which was supposed to be a break for all of us as we had believed that we had worked hard enough to deserve the holiday. I recalled being in America for once or twice only because of my aunt that was patient enough to bear the challenges of the cultural shock, but considering that Tokyo had the pretty much busy streets and the striking fashion taste I decided that I could adapt sooner or later. The only hardship for me was to find proper places to eat since I was terribly attached to my roots; traditional food and desserts were what I craved for although my petite figure which you could spot similar shapes in Japan screamed the opposite. I could admit that I was pretty pale and my chocolate eyes quickly gave away my race and that I did not belong anywhere near but my blonde hair which ran down my shoulders were catching glimpses.

"Urara-chan! Why don't we try that place for lunch?"

The tallest of the group was pointing at the cute place as she had already announced the fact that we were tourists and it was not the reason why I calmly, dismissively agreed so; her height made me appear so small as it was my genetics. Nonetheless, with the reserved smile, I followed the group inside like a obedient puppy and as they were choosing a seat, I happened to glance at the duo which seemed so familiar but as much as I scratched the memories I had in America, I could not fully grasp the faces.

"You have been staring for too long." "Eh?" I turned around to face my friend and her words hit me later than it should have; I must have looked like a creep if they were completely strangers that I had only thought as familiar. Nodding curtly I was seated, hoping that I was not much of a bother to the duo, but for some reason I kept wondering; had I met with them before? If so, why was my memory failing me?

//i just love aus thank u thank u thank u
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Shiraishi often found herself wondering, questioning, overly analyzing situations in her head which even caused a lack of sleep as friends were what she had literally lived for; recalling the loneliness that had been hovering around her before she joined to the clan had been giving her goosebumps and she had been scared that she could actually lose her mind at last. She was pleased, glad and grateful to the Gods that she had been able to find friends easily, even a crush and close friends that she could rely on despite the challenges, but the fact was that during the period of time she had spent being sick, she had not had the chance to pay enough attention to them, show her care and perhaps Shiraishi was brainstorming to overcome the gap between them. Sighing as she was looking at the sky full of stars as if it was the darkest, soothing blanket with glimmering dots, and she was only able to see where she was heading by the help of the moonlight.

Clearlu, moonlight was not enough to wake her up from her thoughts and prevent her from stepping on the small pond which had the icy surface due to the frost. "Huh?" Eyes slightly larger than normal, it took a second to realize that she was standing on the thin coat of ice on the pond. Well, which was not strong enough to carry a servaline on its surface, plus the slippery surface.

That was when the blonde disappeared with a loud crack and after a second, she was visible again with popped eyes and a gasp that escaped from her mouth. Only thing she could make out among the thousands of thoughts was the fact that it was indeed cold and that she urgently needed to get out.

It was not that simple; to hold on the remaining parts or simply to get out while trying not to pass out because of the sudden decrease in temperature. The servaline, after a few attempts could finally make it, still shivering, but being a complete show to those around. Oh well. It was not likely for Shiraishi to space out anyways.

//why do i make fun out of my characters when i am bored help me
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]Ears pricked, twitching, she nodded curtly with a reserved smile that was a signpost of agreement. Indeed, compared to BoneClan's capabilities and fighters, the number of individuals that had shown up by then were — disappointing, but strangely amusing since Shiraishi was satisfied by the fact that there would be less causalities. Well, also Sauron was not on the scene, which meant when he would make an appearance, the raid would be over in no time and they would possibly run away so they would not be eaten by the large drake. Shrugging, she admitted that as a whole they had messed with SunClan many times. "At least it won't be a complete waste of time, considering it will not last too long."
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"No need to be offensive," True, that the words had caught her off guard especially when it was one of the first arguments she had been dragged into, considering she was usually quiet and collected. The blonde femme could not function the words first; what she had said so bad to trigger the SunClan leader? She had only stated the fact that the raid would be over, okay, perhaps she had looked down at them a little. "When raid is what we are discussing about, whoever our leader is, as a whole we should protect our territory and our community first then we can talk about politics." There was this annoying calmness in her tone, as if it was her best tactic to reason with the enemy as she could not fight back. "I want this over for the sake of my friends, and I don't think I need to explain to you."

//oh and shiraishi is open to capture but with minor injuries c:
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]That was it. Shiraishi had always been the patient, calm femme but calling her uneducated quite out of nowhere was off limits — especially when she had been defending her own right of her part with statements which could not pass their stone heads obviously — and with that, she felt her temper, her blood boiling inside with such invalid argument. She had told them to stick to their manners instead of raging and spilling offensive words on her record; so that was why she did not let the memory manipulation pass her guards in her mind; clearly on raids instead of words, fists ought to talk. However, the attack of Jester was quite a success since it had been enough to distract her from her surroundings; which happened to be a stocky lynx, the only figure she could make out before her back hit the ground with a thump. Well, well, she was physically challenged — Shishio was not the only one who constantly got himself in trouble with words, ah, he would be mad. "I thought it was a free, democratic land." The blonde answered as she aimed to throw whatever was on the ground, presumably dust or snow or ice to his eyes, briefly blurring his vision so she could balance her weight, swaying to sides and aiming to throw him to a side with all her strength, or at least she would not be pinned on the ground anymore. Then, instead of fighting she would buy time, disappearing in sight in the nearest bush, meanwhile conjuring up the throwing knives so the next time he attacked, she would be prepared.

//all opinions ic and clint can capture her c:
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Speaking of the cool image which acted like a fictional shield both physically — no one dared to touch the frost, picturesque beauty since she possessed a disturbing calmness and coolness — and mentally as after days of contemplating, she had admitted herself that the shield was a defense mechanism as she was afraid of getting hurt by anyone. It was not directly associated with love, considering she hadn't dated anyone yet as she had always been the awkward lover who concealed her feelings for a fair amount of time. It could be within her friendship cycle; the last thing she would want or cause would be to break that perfect circle, perfect bonds and that all her friends would be gone to separate ways. Maybe the spotless serval's fear had become a phobia, a factor that prevented her from getting attached easily, but the thing was she liked spending her time with Shishio. In fact, she could spare all her time for the male, exchanging words as they munched on their favorite snacks and drinks, and for once, standing patiently under that tree with a box in front of her petite figure, she let go of her solid principles of acting cool all the time. Well, was it not what put the distance between them as if they were platonic lovers? Eh, Shiraishi could be a platonic fan. After all, Shishio did attract females like a magnet. Perhaps, better than a magnet.

This morning stroll was not supposed to be a date, after all. They were just going to spend their morning together, quite logically since she would show him the places she visited for books, manga and such. Then, was she exaggerating the situation by preparing a lunchbox for the both? Shuffling her paws, she felt her cheeks flush in pink; she had baked coffee flavored and mint flavored cupcakes, just in case they could get hungry during the walk. Was not she the one who wanted to show her care while Shishio appeared whenever she needed him the most? Repeating the fact that she ought to stop overthinking scenarios, she simply focused on the morning breeze, realizing she was better as in health now. Shishio would be the first one that would witness the off guarded femme, actually enjoying the day for the first.

//ugh finally and yup i have finished reading the manga
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It appeared that it was Abbi, as the attractive girl made her way closer to the cheerful group of girls I was sure I recognized the features. How could I be sure at the first glance anyways, thinking about the fact that I had not been in America for a long time? The last time I had visited the bustling city, I had quickly made a few friends and Abbi was among the names. A warm, friendly, relieved smile quickly blossomed on my lips as soon as she was close enough to speak. It had been a late realization, but of course, I knew her. "Glad to see you around Abbi," Which meant a yes, I know you. She had been kind to me, she had always been, but there was always a cold ice that drew the line between us that I could not be fully open or sincere with her. Perhaps, it was the faint smile that she had offered, but was I cruel? She could be only exhausted because of the rush in the place, it may not be personal. "I'd like to take whatever is popular here, you know that I eat only limited dishes apart from Japanese traditional food, which are not probably cooked here." I answered with a sheepish smile, my cheekbones appearing more. I did not like to order only a drink, considering my stomach was indeed emptied and I actually wondered what people usually ate in America.

However, I was distracted since my mind finally matched the guy with the said name; Shishio. Why did the fortune kept making us meet at one point? Ah, and he was waving at me. Hesitantly raising my gentle hand to reflect the wave, I did so. Hmm, he happened to be lost in conversation with another girl anyways and it would not be appropriate to interrupt or would it be? It was not a genuine greeting, simply a wave, and I was not comfortable with the distance between. I knew I ought to go say hi at some point. As so, standing up, excusing myself from the group, I glanced at Abbi. "I really missed sharing a few words with you, why don't you sit with us when the order is up? I will just make my way to a friend for now, but I will be back." Yes, after greeting Shishio properly, I could return to our table to converse with Abbi. Lovely. I bowed a little, a gesture that I made often due to being Japanese, and I walked towards the table, till I bumped into someone else.

That someone else being Ferid, and almost Guren as he had just emerged from the crowd. "Uh, I am so sorry." I lifted my head to see the face —ah my smaller figure — and I could not match him with a name, but the fact that I bumped into quite hard to this presumably important figure made me bow with respect, waiting there till I heard a response.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]The lean figure of serval shifted her weight to one side to other, for the first time impatiently till she was brought back from her mind palace by the coffee scent that she could distinguish anywhere in world, later by the familiar, soothing voice. It was indeed a good morning, considering both the fact that they would not be surrounded by people but only the two of them the entire daytime and that the sun shone brighter than usual, warming her bones and granting them a smooth day to stroll. Yes, there would be the only two, not three or more; there would not be friends to tag along or converse with; just herself and Shishio. Was it not apparently a date? No, it is when two people like each other and decides to go out together. We are just going out. Wait, that does not sound right at all. We are... Only spending time together? The confusion, the thought and the realization that truthfully her heart raced and hoped for this event to be a date; Shiraishi just could not admit that to herself. That way, she knew her muscles in her body would be all tensed if she labelled the event as a date. "Good morning Shishio-kun," A pure, angelic smile graced her features and perhaps the difference was apparent; it was not collected under her calmness but instead happiness was written in her eyes. She truly felt secure and comforted near his presence. The pink shade never left her cheekbones as she replied so.

Then, following his glance, she realized it was the box she had prepared for their travel and that she needed to explain. "It will take long, the stroll to the spots," Thoughtfully, she nodded curtly as if she had approved of her own decision. "I made cupcakes so we can eat." Yeah, a lunchbox, basically. The reason it was quite fancy and decorated was that; eh, she had made an effort. "Shall we? First one is an old collector of books, a vixen, I find the old man's collection amusing." She stood on all fours, awaiting a response from the male, and hoping she was not being boring at all. "I hope you did get your sleep Shishio-kun." Her eyes melted into the strong eye smile; Gods knew how excited she was.

//alright so apparently shiraishi calls him as shishio-kun only when they are alone bc she feels comfortable
and close
i am just
SHISHI DAMMIT
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//museless
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//rushed.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]"It's unnecessary to create a big fuss out of this natural desire." The blonde femme had been eavesdropping the conflicted conversation before approaching since she hadn't wanted to intervene any arguments; but considering they were a tad settled, Shiraishi emerged from the shadows without the smile attached on her maw, yet the tranquility hovered around her. Yes, sure, she had seen the books several times around — the series happened to be popular in the hands of adults, but literature was literature even if it did include mature contents. Truthfully, the servaline hadn't touched the book for that she was also quite sensitive about the subject; but she was at least mature enough to accept the book as it was, but not as the book of the satan. She seated herself next to Tiara, feeling a little awkward because of Shion's comments and Ferid and Shishio's sarcastic remarks to one another, and also of Shishio's presence overall. Despite the fact that she was indeed at discomfort, her manners and her glances at every face screamed the opposite; that she approached the conversation decently.

Next she conjured up two books that read Manners in Public, still as calm as ever without any expression fixed on her features, she gently smacked the two jokester, Ferid and Shishio with those, not saying anything as she was sure the title explained the motive behind her warning.

//iM JUST
THIS IS JUST TOO FUNNY
IM SCREAMING AT EVERY CHARRY'S RESPONSES cx
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"Happy New Year everyone," She would softly say as she approached, finding a seat beside Guren after she shot Shishio a pleased smile. She had seen people praising him for the work; indeed, he had made an excellent effort. Next, her chocolate orbs were locked on Guren and then the drinks and again on Guren. Shiraishi was not the type to drink a lot, especially alcohol, so she simply skipped conjuring up a mint lollipop and putting it in her mouth, she did not realize how close she had sat next to the cougar since eh, she did not mind the intimacy and how people could actually be disturbed by violating privacy only this much. "Does it not harm your digestive system?" Drinking that much could even kill, hmm?
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