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hap birth!Aaa any threads with the small?
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Aaah, Softlight, a female in which he had only seen while she was sad and grieving over the newest litter that had blossomed in her stomach. With what she went through, he didn't blame her. The male would quietly pad up beside her, shuffling his paws and clearing his throat. "Sorry, hope I'm not- um, bothering. But uh, how... how are you?" The apprentice gazed up bashfully beneath small lashes, ears falling flat against the back of his head nervously.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5;color:white]"Um, excuse me-" The apprentice hesitates, voice loud as he tries to talk over everyone just a bit. He's warm beneath his fur, and already his anxiety is spiking. He inhales softly, taking in a deep breath, before he continues, voice wavering. "I know- um, you guys really uh, are unsure about Sootstar's reign, but if Starclan made the decision, who are we to judge? Besides, I think that... I think that addressing the kit murderer is a little more important at the moment." He looks around, bowing his head, already feeling panicked.
Would Raggedstar scold him for trying to speak over everyone? He hoped not- he just wanted to help everything settle to an extent. He looks up to the leaders, emerald green eyes sparkling with uncertainty.
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Baiser of the Rose. The name wasn't one he was familiar with, given that in all actuality, his name had French undertones. when translated, the name would be "Kiss of the Rose", which would make much more sense when applied in that way. But even despite that, the 15 year old would be prowling about the camp, a bushel of lavender beneath his arm. He had an assortment of randomly placed wild flower blossoms strewn in the ginger mess that was his hair.Baiser would find himself suddenly pausing, looking up to Lucinda with emerald eyes. He inhales softly, feeling a bit giddy, and then quickly (and quietly) moves up beside her, if not with a bit of difficulty. "Hello miss Lucinda!" He chirps softly, setting the lavender down carefully, humming softly beneath his breath.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5;color:white]"What do you mean "star clan's approval or not"? That doesn't make any sense- if you all trust Starclan like you all should, then you wouldn't disregard their choice of action!" The boy stomps his paw on the ground, the anxiety building up further. He was beginning to shake, breaths becoming slightly wavered. "If it is their decision, then let the leader be! You should be worrying about your own clan instead of someone else, should you not? Who gave you the right to speak out for an entire other clan in which you have no business to barge into?"
The apprentice gets up, stepping forward and speaking again. "There is an actual murderer on the loose, and despite a leader might have making dumb mistakes in the past, that doesn't shine a light to what danger is going around, even if Minkkit is literally just a kit!" He begins to pace, breaths labored, body trembling horribly. Starclan, he felt so lightheaded. "If Starclan had a problem with Sootstar being leader, then they would've prevented it and made- what was it, Maplefur?- leader. But they chose him, and that's all that matters. So stop sticking your nose into something that you won't and don't want to understand!"
"Butterflysong, you have no right to speak up, given you just abandoned your kits with him. So shut your trap and let the others speak." The apprentice glares at the warrior, fur fluffing up. He then suddenly shrinks back, shaking in his paws, the adrenaline coming and going easily through his body. He begins to breath heavily, shaking his head, ears lying flat against his head. "I-... I'm sorry." He says, a bit quieter, and his paws begin to tera at the ground below him.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5;color:white]"If cats do stupid things from time to time, then why is Sootstar the only excuse to not abide by that rule?" Rosepaw mumbled beneath his breath, daring to lock eyes with the female and even turn his nose up to her. Such a normally quiet, calm little thing was being such a sassy creature oh so suddenly. He wondered what had gotten into him, honestly, but he really wanted it to go away before everyone turned on him and his clan. He looked at Seedpaw, sniffling a bit, then pressing against her in gentle acceptance of the comfort.
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Rosepaw felt week seeing Sootstar suddenly fall motionless, and the apprentice found himself taking a step back, trembling, emerald eyes wide as he stared up at the rock that held the leaders. He looked to Seedpaw, then to Twoface, then up at Raggedstar, desperately looking for any signs of help that may occur. He couldn't believe it; the male just, just up and fell. Was he dead? Oh stars, please don't let him be dead. The apprentice whimpered a bit, shaking harder, and the poor boy laid down and rested his paws over his eyes, breathing heavily.
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#saverose2k17
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PLEASE
PLEASE LET HIM LIVE
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rose was yelling at leaders aaaahahaha
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/rushed
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The poor boy was hyperventilating at this point, shaking and crying beneath his tiny paws. He looks up to Seedpaw, sniffling and carrying on. "I want to g-go home. P-Please, I-" He looks up to Raggedstar, whimpering just a bit at how far away she was, and he outstretched a paw towards her. The apprentice would sob a bit after, curling up into a tight ball. "R-Ragged I want t-to go home, get h-her to take us home."
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Ropes would be the apprentice to settle beside Nightfall, emerald gaze washing over him. He inhales softly, sitting down and kneading his paws against the ground. "I- um, who, who might you be? I haven't seen you around, my- my name is Rosepaw." He introduced gently, looking down and away.//hiya baby !
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Ropes would hesitantly make himself known, gentle emerald gaze fixated on his leader. He was very much still shaken up from the gathering (rightfully so) but he would at least manage this.
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I don't really have anything to give, but I love seeing other people's art! His ref is in his signature <3
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Rose would slowly inch forward, emerald gaze casted down at the ground. He inhales softly, glancing upwards, before clearing his throat. "Thrushstar accused Sootstar of murder of Otterstar, which doesn't seem right at all... Sootstar said that Bloodclan attacked, so her argument was invalid... S-So, I called her out on her bluff, and then things got... really heated. Sootstar ended up turning against Thrushstar and yelled at her a lot, and he um... fainted. Then some cat named Butterflysong committed suicide...? I-I wimped out after that and told Raggedstar to take me home."
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