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using the first tags + first template! these are so beautiful!

hey everyone! my old account was spookfish, and i disappeared with berrypaw, so here's his nephew! i'll get an introduction thread up sometime today hopefully!

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%;]He was cold, hungry, confused.

He didn't want to be lost, in the bushes near a place he did not know was RiverClan camp. And so he wailed, whether out of pain or anger, the same cry of a newborn. He had learned it, though he was three weeks old, and the call of a newborn was childish and unacceptable. Even though he despised tricking any cat, anything to get him somewhere than the thorny branches that scraped and impaled his soft skin.

His name was Bee, and his uncle had died a few minutes ago, giving in to feline leukemia. Bee had learned to catch crickets, beetles, and small mice, so he would not catch the lifetaking, tragic illness.

The kitten laid among the painful thorns of a bush, and they offered him no warmth. He squirmed uncomfortably, remembering the uncomfortable times he had to sleep on the hard stone. And now, his white kit-fluff stood out against the brown and green. The soft babbling of the nearby river was not musical to his ears, but all he could feel was blood leaking from his wounds, and grunting as his foot moved. It was broken as he collided with the ground when a giant bird had abandoned her meal - which, coincedentally, was him. Maybe she had saw the lack of meat, or lack of anything useful, and carelessly threw him to die.

And he had landed in a bush, breaking not only his foot, but two ribs, and coming within a hair's width of dislocating his face. He was close to dying, and now, tears filled his eyes as he realized he would die alone, underneath an unsignificant bush, in the middle of nowhere, with no mark on anything special. And crying. He had never cried before, he had only seen his uncle cry.

Bee was miserable.

Slumping and shifting, ignoring as the long thorns pushed in deeper, tearing gaping holes in his flesh. Blood pooled softly around him, seating him in a throne of crimson. The dwarf felt his life begin to crumble.

Stupid idiot. Why are you so weak? The stars must be sorely disappointed in your zero achievements.

He almost loudly agreed with his thoughts. Many times, in his homeland, he was held against a wall by several kits months older than him, and he remembered their claws as they ripped through his fragile figure, piercing him to get their claws from skin to the other side. The spit that flew on him as they called him a mistake, telling him he was nothing more but the results of an event that happened just to rid his mother of her heat. The mud and dung he was forced to wear, sometimes even to consume, as disturbing as it sounded.

Many cats told him he was too young to be made fun of. Apparently, many others proved them wrong. He was being roughed up at mere days old, as the weeklings showed their curiousity with force. Bee was also too young to think the way he did, according to a few of his folk and yet, he was living proof that the naysayers were wrong. He busted open his aunt's nose at two weeks old because she did not believe in the celestials.

But he thought the "bullies" were wrong, and they had no logic. They used physical actions and empty words to intimidate him. When he was taught by his mother, he excelled at it. And when nobody looked, he had threw a stone at one of these antagonists, and almost killed him.

Now, he wondered if they were right. If he had tossed the rock for nothing.

Crying out once again, weaker this time, spots darker than night itself exploded around the corner of his eyes, and he became aware of nothing.


//sorry if this made no sense, i really need to proofread my posts !

thank you guys! i'm excited to start roleplaying again.

i remember snowpaw! he was a really good character, and i love how you were developing him!

if beekit was named beeberry, something terrible would happen. maybe beeberry would just self-exile himself, or attempt to assassinate the leader who did his warrior ceremony.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%;]Drawn near by the sound of bickering, the kitten approached the group of cats. He sighed, flicking an ear; partially out of irritation, mostly out of amusement. A small smile tugged at his blank mouth, and suddenly, feeling lonely and needing a conversation, his oversized paws carried him to the source of the playful dialogue.

Halting and tugging his heirloom closer to his small neck, Beekit greeted, his accent almost British, "Hello. Enjoying a snack, are you all? What kind of fish is that?" His pale, snow-white ears heated, uncomfortable by the idea he had spoken several words unneeded. He noticed his voice seemed small and like creaking branches compared to the fine, casual voices of his peers. The tomkit felt himself close to panic - what if they commented that he was stupid? What if he accidentally offended, what if his breath reeked? He shrank beneath his twoleg accessory.

His eager calmness had turned into anxious wait. Beekit uttered, cringing as his mouth flew open, scared of the very words born by his own vocal chords, "I think salmon is good - actually, the best."

you can put beekit in any district! i love the hunger games simulator so much :).

rain and bee can have a thread and talk about poetry if you'd like!!

hey dandelion! one of the reasons berrypaw ran away was so that she wouldn't see him die. he ended up with his brother dumping his son on him though whoops

cougartail and sheo need to have a fight coliseum-style :0

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%;]He felt the puncture holes that dotted his body collide with the air, the thorns not clogging their flow of blood anymore. Quietly, blood dripped down him like tears, racing to the grass below and tainting it's natural beauty a deep red. Bee looked up at Wrenbreeze as he was groomed, curiousity and fear pricking his veins. A seemingly endless, silent wondering filled his mind, wondering what would happen next.

The soundless heartbeats ended suddenly at Reedpaw's question, and he did not answer, seeing he was not asked the query. Fear increased in him. Was there even more cats? Bee didn't want to be presented in front of a possibly merciless lot. His eyes reflected his terror, glazed over with thankfulness yet wariness.

track!! good luck to the participants :,)!

beekit can get sick! this is a very good plot, so excited for it!!

berrypaw (who was a former riverclanner i roleplayed) could give her a life of wanderlust and trying new things? this isn't a canon life, so i can change it if you want!

finn could try to steal beekit's scarf, but he gets caught, and then beekit tries to scare him off yet finn beats the snot out of him?

okay! i can make the thread if you want!!

snowpaw can get into a verbal fight with beekit! maybe she could accidentally insult his dwarfism and he would get defensive about it?

track <3!!

sneaky track!

he was created in the first week of trad. roleplaying and only died recently. i think he and cougartail interacted a couple of times?? thank you!

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%;]The day was beautiful, a baby blue sky surrounded by her soft, plump companions. Her peace was highlighted by the sun's dancing light and the fresh taste of gentle zephyrs. It was almost flawless, the way it beamed it's pure smile onto the simple, mortal things below. But, the hint of mockery was not to be ignored. They would outlast time as they usually did, while they spectated the withering, anguished creatures. Nature had it's harsh, unforgiving aspects, as well.

Unlike the experienced goddess prepared to assemble her queendom, the one kit had no scars worthy of amazement and wonder, except for the punctures that would flash from underneath a tuft of his fur at random. His wide gaze glanced around, uninterested in any of his folk's conversations, which rose lazily into the warm caress of thin air. He rested on a sun-licked stone, his mouth shut in a lonely, relaxed expression.

When the meeting was called, splitting through the rhythmic buzz of lax talk like a sword, the dwarf boy rose to stand on his rough pawpads. Instead of taking immediate action, which was most likely preferable to his leader, he stared blankly, wondering if he was expected to be present. Beekit was very passionate and involved in the clan that took him in, but on the other paw, he was a kit, one of the youngest. He chose to leap down from the rock and pad cautiously to the base of the tree. Even though the kit could not quite swim yet, he could catch minnows on the shore. So, he invited himself to rest his hindquarters on the ground and settled to attend the meeting.

/ i was planning on apprenticing beekit early at three moons, if that's okay? it's apart of some plots, and i wanted to ask early :,).

track <3!

that tag is so true. just take a break and try again! practice makes perfect :,)!!

also, a small note: i won't be on as much until sunday, but i might reply to threads late at night central standard time! sorry for the inconvenience.