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[size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?
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No longer a kit, yet without a mentor. The odd in-between moment, like a single breath on the way to adulthood.
The thick banded silver marbled tabby had scaled the tree closest to the warrior den, lounging across the lowest branch and dangling one of her black paws over the edge as her golden eyes watched the coming and goings beneath her. It was easier, up here. The feline loathed to speak a single word of small-chat, and it seemed that was all anyone ever did. Her banded tail curled incessantly in the air, the white tip flicking out and swirling like smoke rising in the air.
But her real intent in climbing the tree here, as opposed to closer to the apprentice den where she would usually wander about was to figure out who she wanted as mentor. After all, at a certain point one must take initiative.
Granted, it would eventually require her to be sociable. Her white tipped ears angled to the side for a moment, the smallest frown playing about her mouth before the emotion across her face melted away. With any luck, she would find a mentor who she not only tolerated but would enjoy working with. Then it wouldn't be a chore to engage with them.
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☆GENERAL☆
☆ Silkpaw ☆ Female ☆ 6 Moons
☆ Silkkit Silkmask
☆ Aromantic-Heterosexual
☆ Traditional Shadowclan
☆ Ages up on the 19th
☆RELATIONSHIPS☆
☆ Falconstorm x NPC
☆ Littermates: Winterpaw & Daisypaw
☆ Siblings: Ghostkit, Fernkit, Hickorykit, Stonekit, Echopaw
☆ Single
☆PHYSICAL☆
☆ Charcoal marbled tabby
☆ Golden eyes
☆ Silky, medium length fur, broad shoulders, lithe limbs, a delicate face and a fluffy fail.
☆ A band of four dark rings on her tail ending in a white tip, white tipped ears
☆ Reference xx
☆PSYCHOLOGICAL☆
☆ Serious, patient, quiet, listener, careful, shows little emotion, analytical, observant, loyal, lethal
☆ Slytherclaw
☆ Lawful Evil
☆INTERACTIONS☆
☆ Physically medium
☆ Mentally extremely hard
☆ PM for capture, no maim or kill
☆ Speaks in Bold
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