Posts by FIRTH C.

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    As Firth was sent into the world, he could feel difference. From hot to cold, although quickly the shivers faded as he was warmed up. A tiny mew was given from him, a sign of hunger and longing. His mind a quick blank as he squirmed around, his head stuck out in desperate want. Soon he found himself a souce of milk, brown paws flailing as he nursed. After a while of replenishing, the bundle of brown fur was in no thought of sleep. He flapped his limbs around, tail a tiny fan behind him. He wiggled to the very back of his siblings, soon laying still, a sign he had tired. His breathing went from normal to a sleepy slow, curled up in a tiny ball.


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    Firth was not familiar with snow. As he trotted over, he listened contently to the crunch of paws colliding with the white freeze. A breath of wonder was taken from his mouth, and he got closer to the ground, letting the snow sink into his pelt and skin. Jumping up, he smirked and threw the snow into the air, watching it fall.


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    Firth swept his tail across the snow as he spoke, "If you ignore the cold and focus on everything except it, it's nice." He looked at his sister after he finished his sentence, smiling at her as he pushed some snow Ayawards, withdrawing his paws against the ground with force.


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    Firth slid into the area, watching silently, a soft buzz coming from his throat. This was all good, to him. Glancing around, he smiled, walking to a corner to observe. He wasn't the type for music, but enjoyed it this time. Curious eyes followed one being, then shifted to the next, said eyes' owner enjoying himself.


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    The brown cat had both noticed by sight and sound. Spotting the group (plus quickly noticing problems) and playing by ear, he trotted over. Listening to the coversation, he looked troubled by what was happening. Taking a seat, he said, "Is everything alright?" Wait, no. Scratch that. It doesn't seem that way. the thought formed in his head. As soon as he noticed his captain obvious question, he quickly asked a second thing, mouth moving as fast, but clear, as possible to try to erase his former question and make a new one, "Can I help with something?"


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    Firth had not went to sleep. He couldn't, dreaming of talking trees and haunting messages. He arose from his sleeping spot, walking out of camp silently. Smiling, he ran through the land as he noticed that the love of making swift turns gave him a new inspiration. He stopped, sitting down for a rest. During his rest he gazed around, whispering, "I should take walks at night more often."


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    As the solid brown cat walked over, he sat down, dipping his head in greeting, tail curled slightly at the end. He spoke, "Hi, is everything okay with all of you?" Although he was usually trying to seem chill as of now, he felt unnormally happier that day, so he gave a long and thin grin, then returned to the unexpressionless mouth posture he had used when he first walked into the scene.


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    Firth looked up, a bit suprised at the greeting. He raised his voice a little, "Hi. Who are you?" He forgot all manners as he spoke, but hopefully the wolf would not take it hard.


    //rushed, things have been happening, sorry!


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    Firth had not seen the air-scene, but he had seen the dust. Trotting quickly over, he looked at the crowd. He reckoned everything was okay, but he still checked, "Everything alright over here." The question was half-shouted, half-declarative of his arrival, not interrogating on Angryangel's status. It was meant to be taken as a question, but the lack of sound diffrence did not suggest. He gave a small smile that didn't open his mouth, he cautioned over that, and gave a wave of his tail, dipping his head in greeting to anybody that noted his presence.


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    Firth had been walking through WindClan territory, looking at what there had to offer. He walked by a tree, on the opposite side of Dollie. He strolled near the tree, looking at it as he passed it. Soon the tree was behind him, and he turned to look at the side he walked by. Presently he spotted the she-kit, giving off a meow of both surprise and greeting. "Hello," he said, eyeing the flower crown, but stating nothing. He contemplated who this kit was, a few questions running through his head.


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    The cat would walk over, looking at everyone. "Hi!" he greeted, not aiming it at anybody in particular. He sat down near the closest person and dipped his head in welcome to Kate.


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