Posts by Valentina.

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i remember cam!! i don't think i was rping around here when u did tho

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 530px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]From the same blood. She didn't see Radiantpaw in that light, she saw him as a Clanmate, a fellow apprentice. If she knew they were half-siblings, gosh, would she treat him differently, appreciate his presence differently. But even as she saw how he crumbled through his own rage, she felt strangely—pity. She was surprised at her own sympathy, she knew she was caring with others, but perhaps she'd never seen emotion so clearly through facial expressions. It reminded her of how alive they all were, how functional and dysfunctional they all explicitly were. And perhaps, if she had some clarity on her own heritage, she might fall under her own weight, succumb to the horribleness of it all.

It would explain her ambition, how ambitious she was, how violent she could be. It would explain why she'd been treated differently than her other siblings. She'd noticed the differences, but she'd never thought it had anything to do with anything but how opposite she was of her mother, Cora. If she knew she was simply the product of fear and bastards, maybe she'd fall apart. "Kid isn't gonna calm down till he speaks his mind ..." Juniperpaw hummed in response to Darkknight and Daybreak. "There probably out doing business things ..." The savannah mumbled, then returning back to pawing at her meal. The rabbit was getting cold—but this tea was getting hot.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 530px; text-align: justify;]choKES YES
june is based off of angelica a lil bit so

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 530px; text-align: justify;]She'd reached the age. June had become of age where she prided herself in things that shouldn't really matter to a young girl. So many were smart, so many girls were geniuses—and she wanted to be likeable like them. But, she didn't want to be like them at all. She wanted to be strong like the boys, and she wanted the boys to like her. It was undeniable that she was a beautiful thing, but maybe she was something different, she was attractive but not the conventionally so. She had a wide figure, and maybe she weighed more in muscle, but she believed that's what made her beautiful.

So, what did boys like? Some liked when girls smelled like flowers—and so did she, so she spent a moment or so rolling in wild jasmine. Some boys liked girls that smiled a whole lot—and Juniperpaw liked it when girls smiled, she thought boys looked pretty good when they were happy, too. So, she smiled, she perfected her facial expressions—her honey brown eyes alluring and wild, her mouth full and youthful with a grin. She looked like the pretty girls she liked, yet, she stood alone in this likeness. No one looked like her, she was her own ideal beauty, reimagined. All she needed ... was someone to occupy her thoughts, someone who thought she was pretty too, for her power.

June looked up from a puddle that'd formed from this morning's drizzle. Life had begun to stir around camp, and the savannah cat sat in an open spot, ready like bait for anyone to grab on to, when she called for a meet and greet. "Hey!~ Anyone wanna come over here? Imma do a meet and greet." The apprentice would lapse into a hum, grinning like a rose in full bloom. She hadn't done one of these when she'd first joined, so why not?