Here's this girl's subbie! I should have the tags ready for the birthing thread! c:
Posts by ALICE-
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The sudden cold, unfamiliar world she had been plunged into was one that brought immediate discomfort to the newborn. It didn't take long at all for the large cub to state her dislike for this new place, and she cried out urgently, struggling and stretching her stiff, slick limbs in vain. Her senses were blocked yet curious and vigilant; her eyes remained closed tight, yet the darkness was lighter. Her ears were unsure of how to register the new sounds, yet distant echoes were present. She could feel the floor beneath her side, and the chill of air all around. Her nose twitched vigorously, picking up the faint scent of milk, and she let out another strained mewl, getting desperate. Her limbs weren't moving how she wanted them to.
Her cries were answered as she felt a gentle grip around her sides. At first, terror-stricken, the unnamed child would squirm and squeal, but she caught the smell of her mother's milk, stronger now, and felt the warmth of the lioness. She pushed onward, curling into the heat, and began to nurse contentedly, oblivious to the problems her parents were facing. -
yess the babs are here
hello cx
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Telekinesis was just something she'd always had. Ever since birth, the cub would accidentally cause an object to shake, or hop, but never thought much of it. The power was as natural to her as her limbs - yet simultaneously as untamed as her tangled fur coat. Realistically, she had very little control over it, and hadn't bothered practising; so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when it became chaotic all of a sudden.
Alice had been searching the cabin for new reading material. The weather that day was miserable and quite windy, so a trip to the old temple on the territory seemed a waste of time. She'd read pretty much everything in the cabin, but she was positive there was more to be found. The sandy-furred cub had spent the past half-hour lifting mats and rugs, checking the walls for hidden buttons or levers and reaching behind picture frames, searching for anything, really.
She had just been stretching up to a high shelf when a glass vase came crashing down, whizzing past her head and shattering. The lion cub froze, eyes wide with shock. She stared at the sharp pieces of glass in disbelief. She could have been killed by that!
A thick, purple candle would follow, hopping off of the shelf to the ground, cracking down the middle. Alice backed away slowly, her heart beating fast. This had happened before, but she'd never been almost hit. This was dangerous. Was it her doing? It seemed the more she panicked, the more objects reacted, falling from the shelf to her feet. She had wanted what was up there, but not like this!
Thud. Another candle.
Crash. An ornamental dish.
Alice screeched in alarm, dashing beneath a table, willing it all to stop. There was a huge mess on the floor now, and she knew her parents would be unhappy. The shelf had been cleared, but the child was scared stiff, cowering and whimpering from under the table, observing the chaotic mess. Nevermind how angry they would be, her child instincts were screaming for help, and so she did.
"Mom! Dad!"//not sure what vader and padme keep in their house, so i just picked some random things c:
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Clearly the ruckus had alerted several of her clanmates. The cub's ears flattened, embarrassed. Had she not been specific enough about who she wanted? Only her parents. She knew them well enough by now, and hadn't met hardly anyone else. She froze, listening to faint footsteps approaching, attempting to guess who's they were, when suddenly another round of dishes came crashing to the ground. She shrieked, and promptly shoved her tail into her mouth to avoid drawing any more attention than was necessary. Had she done that, too? This was a disaster.
The call of her mother comforted the cub, and she relaxed her muscles, letting out the breath she had been holding. As Padmè entered the room, she poked her head out from under the table, allowing herself to be scooped up by her mother.
"The things were falling from the shelf," she explained sheepishly, hiding her face from the others present. She caught another glimpse of the mess and felt her cheeks warm up in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..."//sorry! I forgot to mention all her posts after the birth thread are at the age of three months. I made the timeskip immediately so she can use her senses, and form proper thoughts and such. so this would occur three months after her birth. my bad, i should have mentioned that
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"Okay," was all Alice could bring herself to utter. She felt frustrated, however, and foolish. To think she had it all under control, at this age? Something was bound to happen eventually. She could have at least practised using her power, but no, she had believed there was no need.
The arrival of her father brought the young cub's gaze upward. She heard his heavy steps approaching and waited in anticipation, though had not been expecting to see Victorianpup swinging from his hand (if she were). She ducked her gaze from Vader, though quickly deemed herself a coward and attempted to make eye contact with the mask.
"Yeah," she mumbled. He wouldn't be mad, would he? She didn't think he cared much for a vase and a couple of candles and dishes, but a mess was a mess. "It was an accident. I was just..." The cub trailed off, eyeing the onlookers nervously. For two of them, this was a terribly humiliating first impression. As for Victorianpup, she wasn't overly fond of her adoptive sister, simply because the wolf pup didn't seem overly fond of her. Let her think what she likes. -
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Alice gave Mob a grateful glance as he showed his presence, a small smile gracing her features. She hadn't seen him around before, but had taken an instant liking to the dark-haired feline. He seemed to understand her dilemma, and his eyes appeared to her as kind and trustworthy. "Yeah, it just happened," the cub agreed happily, nodding vigorously. "They just started falling on top of me. When I got scared, even more fell. I didn't try to knock them."
The child watched with wonder in her brown eyes as the Scottish fold began to move the items back with a raised paw. He could move them too, without a touch. The control, the accuracy - how did he manage the power so well? Practise, she figured. Transfixed on the scene, it took her a moment to register her father's orders. She resisted the temptation to pin her ears; Mob clearly had the situation under control. Rather, Alice would nod obediently.
"Okay," she squeaked, wriggling from her mother's grasp. The large cub stumbled towards the remains of the mess, wary of Mob's nearby figure despite her first impression. She scooped out a few scattered chunks of candle wax with a wide paw, examining them curiously before adding them to the bin. She swallowed nervously, aware of the commotion just behind her. She'd prefer flying candles and vases any day to an angry Darth Vader, and she could only be relieved he was holding back on her. Biting her lip, she made herself busy with cleaning. -
alice is going to hate trump with all she's got
even if it means learning some of Victorianpup's colourful vocabularyalso threads with this clumsy fluff ball??
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//lmaoo this can't end well
Her first thought was, What is that?! The cub had not met many people, but never had she ever seen such a creature. It was a bird of some sort, the brightest orange she had ever seen. A long, feathery neck supported a small head and tie. Its brain could not have been particularly large - though it did know how to be rude, clearly. It hurt to look at it for too long, but Alice's curiosity was even more stubborn, and the cub stared with a skeptical gaze.
"That's mean," the child stated blankly. His attention wasn't fixed on her, so she was feeling quite brave. "Go somewhere else 'cause mean people aren't allowed here." -
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Someone had said new faces were always a good thing. And maybe they were, if one were to look at things the right way. But Alice disagreed in general. More people to get to know, to judge her. Yet she was drawn to the scene by the pair on the border. A father and daughter, she guessed. The smaller of the two was even younger than she was. That was a good thing. Younger children didn't judge her like peers did, in her eyes.
"Hi there," she greeted them softly, observing the kitten with a small smile. Oliver seemed to have the situation in control, so she didn't feel pushed to say any more. -
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Woah. The child had never realised just how large the cabin was, without all of Vader's clutter. The tools were gone, the various boxes and random parts. Had he done this? Was he moving out? A tinge of fear struck the cub in the chest, and she would bound over to her father, worry weighing down on her with every step.
"Are you leaving?!" she cried out, panting slightly from her sprint. He didn't appear to be unhappy, however; as he leaned against his metal box, he seemed only proud of his work - which only confused Alice more. -
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Alice eyed the older cat just as warily. He seemed very protective of his child; much like her own. Yet there was something off about him, something she couldn't pinpoint. He looked perfectly normal, but she didn't like the way he regarded them. Almost mockingly.
"We're not all cats," the cub would state blankly, dropping her smile, suspicious now. Obviously, neither she nor Oliver were domestic felines like the strangers. "But you get the idea." -
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The cub would grin in relief at her father's response. Of course he wasn't leaving, what a ridiculous thought. She giggled as she was brought into the air, quite high above the ground, her tail flicking playfully. She leaned over Vader's fingers as the door was flung open. Wow, they had a lot of visitors. Oliver was at the door, Moth right behind him, Takumi watching from a while away, and Pluto racing right past them all.
"Hi Pluto," she called, enjoying her new height. She was enjoying the new views, as well. The house was looking brand new. -
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Alice dropped her gaze from the feline's uncomfortably, lifting a wide paw to examine busily. "Oh, I wouldn't," the child retorted with an obnoxious sniff. Of course, the same couldn't be said for various other clanmates, her father included. The white-furred kitten was like one of those pesky fleas compared to Darth Vader. In response to the tom's next words, Alice would snort. Who did he think he was? Too good for a simple, hey, can I join, was he? But if he was going to reside here, best not to get too snappy with him. She raised her gaze bravely, resting on his nose. "If you want to join, you could've just said so. Welcome to WindClan." She offered the kitten a smile at her comment. At least she could get along with one of them.
//welcome to the windfam c:
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Following her incident in the cabin, Alice had made the decision to practise controlling her telekinesis - and outside. That day was warm despite the clouds, and the lion cub was seated upright on the moor. There wasn't another creature in sight to disturb her concentration as she stared down a rather large pebble a few feet away. She wasn't completely sure what she was trying to do, but it wasn't working. Why not? It worked far too well at the wrong time. "Aargh! Stupid rock!" she yelled, a frustration building up as she failed continuously. This was useless. How would she ever improve if the power was as good as nonexistent when she needed it?
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And then her pebble was floating. Alice watched, barely daring to breathe, trying to figure out what she was doing. Her head snapped to face Mob as he spoke, and let out a sigh of disappointment. Maybe it offended him, but she thought it had been her doing. "I've been practising all day!" she whined in response, and then fell quiet. What was she doing, acting like a newborn? "Sorry... it just won't work when I want it to," she mumbed, pulling at the thick grasses with her claws. How did he use it so well?
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Alice glanced up at her father pleasantly, settling herself closer to him, as if to show off to the newcomer. Don't mess with me! She chewed her lip at Vader's question, chocolate eyes falling to the ground. She knew he would prefer if she stayed at home, but she liked to get some fresh air, and time alone out on the moor. "Just exploring," she admitted with a sheepish smile. "They're just looking to join is all." Perhaps it was better not to mention the tension between herself and the tomcat.
She scowled at said cat's reply. Watch her struggle for an answer? What a pleasant guy. She bit her tongue to stifle a comeback, and focused instead on the little child climbing through the grasses, and being picked up by her father.
"Okay, Dad," she agreed. Cold food was just plain gross, anyway. She turned to head back, a question on the tip of her tongue. "Wha-" she paused, glancing over her shoulder. Well, she'd already spoken. She couldn't take it back. "What're your names?" -
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Alice would approach cautiously. Though young, she wasn't oblivious to WindClan's dilemma. She knew there were fleas. Fleas. Vampire bugs that lived in your fur. The thought terrified her. Living, breathing, blood-sucking jumping miniscule bugs. She had kept her distance from most of her clanmates, made mental notes of those she spotted itching themselves. The cub was determined to remain flea-free, but a check-up wouldn't hurt.
"Um... I would also like a check-up," the child murmured nervously, eyeing Attie as he took Victorian as his first patient. If there was any pain involved, she was out. -
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Alice wasn't sure what she'd been expecting when she woke that morning, but not - this. Her bed was suddenly much too small for the lioness - but it was she who had grown in size. Although, admittedly, not by as much as she had expected. This was how tall she would grow? How... disappointing. The older feline stood up, eyes wide, silently taking it all in. She stretched out each limb individually, admiring how sleek and powerful they felt. Her tail was longer and balanced out her body perfectly. As she began to walk, she no longer felt like her head was to heavy for her body. Her coat had thinned and felt lighter, much more elegant. Every action felt smooth and effortless. Wow! Would this last long? She never wanted to be a child again.
The pale lioness padded outside with a high head, proud of her older body. The sight that greeted her came as a surprise, however. She wasn't the only one affected by this age twist, so it seemed. All of the adults were tiny! Oh boy, this would be fun. She felt so mature now, compared to Takumi and Kunta, Attie and Henry, even Jonathan. It seemed Victorian and Mob had also grown. Where to go, what to do? The lioness' features broke into a grin as she observed Takumi struggle to stay put on the branch of a tree.
"Need some help up there?" Alice would call, in an uncharacteristically good mood. Woah, her voice even sounded better. Less squeak, slightly deeper, clearer. This couldn't get any better.