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Hey guys, can I ask you to take this to the chat thread? Thanks! PRIVATE ANGST FAM PLOTTING
AKLM | "Kitten"
Newtpaw is accepted!!
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I would like you to make, please!
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Miraclekit’s own ears flattened when she realized he didn’t seem to have any ideas. She took a deep breath, got ready to speak, and then he spoke. An opportunist, at least. She smiles at his idea. Hide and seek? Yes! That would work. A lot!"Oh, yes! It is very fun. Do you want me to teach you how to play?" She asks.
//mobile
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Hey CHASINGCOMETS !
do you mind if i call you something other than... Dan or Daniel? It's for personal reasons and it's nothing against you but it's just... tutbbjg right now.
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Yo I'm good with that! CHASER.
Anyway!! I have a plot in mind, if y'all wanna hear it?
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YES i can tell you the story but tgbtg yeah
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I was thinking maybe there could be a bit of strife in the family, especially with how many HalfClanners there are? Like some could develop the idea that "pure-bloods" are better or something? It's very... rough.
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Miraclekit, however, was not in the nursery like one may assume her to be. No, after her fall in the river, she had been resting and recovering. There was nothing to stop the endless thoughts, the fear that consumed her. Plagued her in every waking moment. It was boring. Sure, she could learn herbs all day, but that... got a tad too much.
The child decided to go out a bit. She hobbled out, not putting weight on her leg. Her gaze goes briefly to the sky, and she takes in the orange sky with a sigh. Her gaze falls to the nursery next and she sees Eelpaw. Oh, her sister? No, no.. Was Eelpaw her brother now? She thought so. Walking to the cat, she smiled and dipped her head. And then she meowed, "A-are you l-looking f-for me?"
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Oh. She watched him look around, as if checking for someone. It made sense. Their parents would have stared at them, waiting for them to speak to belittle them. "Oh, the leg is fine!" The kitten remarks obliviously. After all, she had not admitted her crush. Even if it was obvious.
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//of course!! Who starts?
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//yes Tern is!
Speak of the devil and she shall appear. This was the case of the odd black smoke, at least. The kitten was hobbling out of the medicine den, trying to not put weight on her broken leg. The kitten manages to do this for a bit, quite a bit, actually, reaching the entrance of camp, where her roleplayer thought the two where. "Are you two dating?" She asks. Eelpaw and Ashfolly would be kinda cute!
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Hey guys I’m on mobile so excuse shitty posts
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Somehow, she had not been tucked in bed. A miracle, really. The black smoke thought she would be put in her nest already. After all, she needed healing. The best way to heal was sleep. Instead, she was granted time to look up at the stars. And then she heard the warrior’s voice. Her blue-silver gaze fell on the orange tabby. "I’m fine, yourself?" She asks monotonously.
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Miraclekit had not been around all that often, so yes, she did indeed think that. The child chuckles softly at Ashfolly telling her that it was not the case. Her black tail waves behind her, and then she brings up her sister. "No, no! Not my sister, my brother!" She meows, trying to correct Ashfolly, thinking that the orange cat was talking about Eelpaw. She appears to be chuckling, to be happy and then her "sister" asks about her leg. She coughs awkwardly, meowing, "Welll... I fell in the river?"
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No. Not her Beekit. Though the kitten should have not had that mindset, when she saw the face of the darling little kit who tried to save her, who was one of her only friends her age, she could not stop the bubbling rage. The kitten makes her way over, hobbling on her leg, barely reminding herself not to step on her other leg. He calls himself ugly-- when to Miraclekit, he was the brightest light and the most handsome tom in the world. He stares at the cats saying that he is not ugly. And she has to agree. Even with his bleeding face, the fur torn off, he was perfect.
She moves to him, and lays down next to him. It does not matter that she is uncomfortable. But her father is not the most comforting cat. She thinks she can do a better job. "You will never be ugly, Beekit. No matter what happens, you're not ugly, and don't you dare think you are." Her voice is a tad stern, because she truly does not want him thinking he was mere prey to be left out.
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AHHH EVERYONE'S ART IS AMAZING I CAN'T OFFER ANY BUT OMG
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The child does not day a word at first. It does make sense to. She must process what the older cat has said. Instead, her gaze appears glazed as she focused on the little silver and white dots called stars. And then, after a few minutes of tense silence, she lets out a sigh. Her tail curls around her paws. "So, so you've found out." And then the kitten lets out a bitter chuckle. One secret, one secret, that she was supposed to keep. And she could not keep it. Oh boy, oh boy. "We don't loo like a perfect family now, do we? Yet, to answer your question, I do not know."
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double post but if i could get some art I can offer like.. hugs and idk like avatars or siggies or something??
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Oh, that was good. Her fear was not called stupid and her father did not tell her to shove off and go back to sleep. Instead, she was allowed to lay by him, and even got nosed by him. She felt a bit of calmness in that touch, her fur laying flatter. "Thank you, Papa." She whispered to him. It was nice to feel calm in his presence, even if she was not guaranteed it.
And then came the offer for a walk, around camp at least. Sure, she wasn't granted to see the beauty outside of the camp. Besides, like him, she might be tired enough to actually have a restful sleep. "Sure! Uh... now?" The innocent child asks.
