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she is my baeeeeee
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]On the contrary, Streetlight thought that practicing on moving targets would be a great idea. There were a lot of rapists and assholes who deserved a good knife to the bits.
The delicate calico trotted her way over, these not-so-delicate thoughts in mind. Despite being a preppy little medic-child, Street seemed to have grown into her 'bad-girl' side quite well since her kiddie times. Now, if the Captain could only hit a bull's-eye, they would have themselves a new sort of weapon.
You know, if LithiumClan would ever get into any fights.
"Not bad for a dog."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Streetlight made her way up to the observatory easily, her fluffy tail like a banner as she trotted ahead. Once at the door of her designated doctor's dungeon, the grumpy mama-cat turned, facing the little kid.
"Alright, you doing good so far?"
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streetony
antolight
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streety might try to get in james' pants
maybe
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Street grinned at the little cat's enthusiasm. The kid kinda reminded her of Jav, her old - and incredibly adorable - apprentice. Why were all kids so gosh-darn cute? Irresistible, of those fluffy-butted beauties.
"Okie, smartie, this is my 'hospital' per say. Can you tell me what's the difference between a medic and a medicine cat? This is important for later."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Streetlight had no beef with the Exiles. Therefore, Streetlight paid no heed to the drama that was unfolding as she padded forward.
"Sorry I'm late everyone. Streetlight Go Deo here, medic of LithiumClan. We were tlaking about apprentices, correct?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]for now
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]there needs to be a street/flor/michael thread where they just ragequit at him till he flees bc angry mama cats
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]A chuckle managed it's way into the open air - a sort of sound that Street hadn't heard from herself in a long time. She shook her head once, her spotted ears flopping ever so slightly.
"Yes and no. You're right, but the main difference is that medicine cats are religious. They interpret signs from StarClan or God or gods or whatever. They are their group's doctor and their preacher. Do you want to be a medic or a medicine cat?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Street gave the wolf a crooked grin - it was bad luck to say such things to a sassy bitch.
The calico trotted closer, taking one of the kinves in her mouth. The metal hilt, however, left an odd taste in the back of her throat, so she twisted around to grasp the edge of the blade with her tail. Despite being just a cat, it seemed she still held a few talents from her time as a full on felidae.
She crouched down, lining her fluffy tail up with the target. With a single flick, she sent the weapon flying end over end, and the knife stuck - quivering - half an inch below the bull's-eye.
Street grinned as she turned back to the gray wolf.
"My mother was a ShadowClan leader. When she was fused with an aunt of mine, weapons were her specialty. I haven't seen her in a while, but she did teach me a bit before our parting."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]omg i'm listening to here without you while replying to this wut
Just like Kirk, Streetlight was an everyone else. She had not been in Peregrine's direct thoughts, which she wasn't too upset about. She wasn't close to her - though she had been close to another person that Peretrine strongly reminded her of.
Peregrine was almost like Devlin to Street, though she couldn't pin down why that was. But, unlike with Peregrine, Street had not seen the little Devil leave.
She probably would've cracked if she did.
Instead, Street trotted up to Seija, bumping her head against the younger female in a sort of encouragement.
"We can manage. Come on, kid, nobody really leaves the Druggie Den."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"If we did miss a birthday, it was his own damn fault for not reminding us." Streetlight said as she padded up - she hoped to come off snappish, though she was feeling more nostalgic than prudish.
She was thinking back to about the same time, when she had decorated the asylum just like this. Simpler times, she supposed.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Street pressed herself to Elrica's ankle, her fluffy tail covering her own belly. The mamas were strong. Street was positive they would get through this.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Street was the first to arrive in front of the Historian, her nose and paws moving efficiently over the smaller female's body in her own way of a check up. Her little nose wrinkled only once at the stench, though she didn't mention it.
"You got into a few scuffles, minor scratches. You need rest more than anything. You actually gonna listen to me, kid, if I tell you to sleep?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Streetlight lifted an invisible eyebrow, stepping back far enough to take in all of the Historian's image. Her tongue worked inside her mouth just as her mind whirled away - thinking of possible things she could prescribe.
But Seija would never take them.
The calico sighed, and butted her head against her friend's shoulder.
"One night. One night of actual sleep, not that thing you call going to bed then you stay up all night worrying."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]An exasperated smile tugged at Street's mouth as she padded up, her pretty jaws closed gently around a swaying package. When she was in front of Kakima, the medic nosed the package towards her.
Now that Dylan was getting better, the calico could appreciate the amount of time the wild dog took out of her day to make sure her friends were alright. It was better than Street did when she went running off to die.
"Here you go, Mona Lisa. A couple of berries to keep your strength up. Shouldn't be poisonous unless you're allergic. And hey, thanks for checking up on us. We've all got our panties in a bunch, and Kid-spots over here needs a friend to keep him from going insane. I ain't that good of company."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Street moves herself over to where Seija was, her two ears perked up in obvious interest.
"I only remember back to the and of the spice girl's reign."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]I took a trip down memory lane to see if I'm role-playing street consistently and I found this bad boy
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