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"You can't kick me out, where the hell will I go?" Gasoline spat, venom in her voice. Thorn, her mother, just told Gasoline that she was getting kicked out.
Her father, Andrew, stepped forward and set a paw in front of Thorn. [i]"Don't you dare speak to your mother like that, Gasoline!" Andrew spat coldly. Remember the saying, daddy's little girl? It looks like that isn't true in here.
Tears formed in Gasoline's eyes as she could see the hell in her fathers eyes. She looked toward her mother, who shown no emotion. In fact, her eyes... were lifeless. Gasoline tried to stay strong and not cry in front of them, and instead grew cold.
"Fine then, asshole." Gasoline muttered under a cold breath, as she closed her eyes. She opened them to see her mother's expression change into sadness. She let her eyes drift to her father's, who seemed to calm down, but there was too anger in his eyes.
Gasoline grabbed her bag and turned around toward the door. She looked over her shoulder at her parents, and spoke coldly once more.
"Fvck you."
And at that, she left.[/i]
Gasoline thought about that moment, being kicked out by her parents at a young age. Gasoline didn't even ask them why she was being forced out at the young age.
She huffed. She continued walking. She felt the cold air against her slick multicolored fur, and didn't bother to stop and make herself look presentable.
you have to look presentable, gasoline, it's like you don't care about what they think!
Gasoline chuckled as her mothers voice rang and remembered how she always wanted Gasoline to make herself look presentable. But Gasoline never cared about what people thought of her.
She glanced around, hearing faint voices of the Boneclanners. She was in the right place. Gasoline sat down quietly and looked around, examining her surroundings. Since she was kicked out, she learned the closest clans and tribes she could run to. Boneclan seemed to catch her attention more then the others; maybe because her brother, Skull, went there once on a trip.
She waited until someone came to welcome her or let her come into the group. Gasoline wasn't one to start a conversation. She didn't like talking at all, or being around others. But it was better to be in here then out in the open.ooc: