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The small kit let out a squeal of delight at her mother's touch. She was so soft and warm; just like a mother should be. "I m-mithed y-yoo more," the kit struggled, her voice soft and quiet.
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[justify][size=10]Chi <^0^>
What's wrong?
p.s. I'm working on finishing your Percy face but it's not working so well xD
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How's something like this?
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[justify][size=10]Not really; I work for pleasure, not money. xD
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Camerakit shook her head, gazing up at her mother with glittering hazel eyes. "N-Nophing i-is impothib-ble." the kit stuttered. To be honest, vocabulary never had come easy to her. She had picked a couple words up from the sound of cats chattering around her, but nothing more.
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[align=center][size=8][color=white][font=georgia]camerakit -- she-kit -- mountainclan -- easy -- no capture/kill -- straight -- daughter of maximumpaw and granzino
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[justify][size=10]Thank you so much Snowy! ^.^
Enjoy your fancypost!
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[justify][size=10]"We shall." Stark replied, a broad smile flowing across his maw. The tom glanced back and forth between the two generals, waiting for one of them to make a move.
Dacia smiled at them, her cheeks flushing slightly red. She nodded them off towards one side of the canyon, and disappeared off into the tunnels once again. Her light pawsteps echoed silently off the wall of the cave. She narrowed her eyes, searching for the cadet den.
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[justify][size=10]Symhponykit. Daughter of Olivepaw Resurgam and Wolfpaw. It was growing dark, and it seemed as if the land was hushed by StarClan itself. Everything was still. Until Symphonykit. The small she-kit came crashing through the shallow grasses in the land, giggling and laughing. "You'll never catch me!" she claimed, projecting her voice backwards towards who-knows-what. She panted heavily, tiredly and slowly came to a stop. "Thornfinn?" she called, tilting her head in confusion. The she-cat padded forward, when all of a sudden, she hit something. Hard, yet soft and furry. "Oh, umm.. I'm so sorry!" There was a cat standing in front of her; and Symphony was blushing hard. The cat didn't look too much older than her, and she smelled of ShadowClan.
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[justify][size=10]D'okay, here's the thread c; [click me]
I'm sorry, I suck at starting threads xD
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[justify][size=10]4
1... Don't quite get it
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3, I see it quite a lot
Maskedcriminal
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[justify][size=10]ahhh name him Voldemort <3 you should name it Pepito xD
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Also test. I'm making a buttload of subbies today 
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"Symphonykit, at your service." the small kit grinned and performed her signature bow with a dip of her head and a half-twirl. The apprentice smelled of the greens and the forest; the wonder that lay outside their camp. Without thinking twice, Symphony blurted out. "What's it like out there?" Because, of course, she was a kit, she had planned and failed many expeditions to sneak outside of the shelter of the camp. Emphasis on failed. Naturally, she was curious: she couldn't help it. Not one bit.
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Symphonykit blinked one silver eye open, and pricked her ears at the sound of so many cats talking at once. She slowly sat up, leaning on her front elbows for support. The small kit felt a soft yawn coming on, and taking her under it's spell. She eyed her Clanmates, and meowed, "What's all this?"
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name -
"The name's Orchestra. Don't wear it out."
any other aliases? -
"Nicknames, you say? Too many to count!"
gender -
"Well, that's a little offensive. Female, if you must know."
age -
"I've been bringing the action for 17 moons now."
rank -
"The best spy their is, honey."
appearance -
Orchestra is light, caramel brown she-cat. A tabby pattern wraps around her like a blanket, getting thinner only to part at her muzzle and her undercarriage. She has a small build for her age, which allows her to continue as a spy and to serve her people that way. She has achy, light blue eyes, and a very pink nose. Because of her light brown pelt, she can easily camouflage into just about any environment and remain unseen.
personality -
Orchestra; the quick, the loyal, the brave. Orchestra; the not-so-silent. Unless she's been assigned to a job, it's almost impossible to keep her mouth shut. Just as her name suggests. She's an open book, and most cats know all of her secrets. She finds it incredibly hard to lie, and others can easily detect any lies that leak her lips.
weaknesses -
"I'm not the best at swimming, and personally suck at keeping my mouth shut."
strengths -
"With my sharp claws, I can easily climb trees and can stay utterly silent the whole time."
history -
"You know the classic sob-story about a kit abandoned at the border? Well, that's not the case. My history is one of those sick-and-tired-of-your-parents stories. I ran away when I was 6 moons and found here. Here; where I belong."
love interest -
"Psst, don't tell anyone, but I have a tiny, yes I said tiny, crush on Adder.."
significant other ( mate ) -
"Single pringle at the moment."
kittens -
"Not that I know of.."
other -
our fight has only begun.p.s. i'm gonna be making a male as soon as I can...
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"Well, how come I wasn't invited?" the smaller kit demanded, a hint of a joking tone creeping through her voice. She climbed to her paws and shook the sleep from her pelt, suppressing another yawn.
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[justify][size=10]For a tribe name, it gets a 7.
Ebonyflame
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name -
"Lockedaway is what I'm known as."
any other aliases? -
"No thank you."
gender -
"Well, what does it look like to you? Wait - don't answer that. Just a male."
age -
"Somewhere around 27 moons, but nobody's really counting."
rank -
"Trained as a medic, so that's what I became."
appearance -
This tom is a solid orange tabby, barely tinting colors on any spot of his pelt. Markings on his pelt distinguish him from the rest of the Clan, because to most, them seem foreign. Maybe even foreign enough to make him look as if he came from another planet. In terms of size he's somewhere in-between. Not too small, not too big. The tips of his paws are slightly whiter than the rest of him, but not white enough to make a difference. He has dark, forest green optics that has light hazel streaks crashing into his pupils like lightning strikes.
personality -
Lockedaway is a very serious cat, and tends to be locked away from the other Clan by an invisible wall that no one is aware of but him. He's far from the average, friendly, go-getter medic. Instead, he tends to have a grim sense of humor. You might only see him smile once in all the time you know him. But when he does smile, it lights up the whole room.
weaknesses -
"To some, I might seem unfriendly - and some may even say antisocial. Lets just say I'm not the best with talking."
strengths -
"I'm good with herbs, just as a medicine cat should be."
history -
"Simple. I was born here and will stay here for the rest of my life."
love interest -
"I'm not focused on love at the moment, thank you very much."
significant other ( mate ) -
"What did I just tell you?"
kittens -
"Never had 'em, never will."
other -
our fight has only begun.
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Camerakit. Loyal, quiet, brave, Camerakit. Hazel eyes darted to and fro across the camp. She stood in the arch of the nursery in awe of the nature around her. She had managed to pad - well, wobble would be a better term - outside a couple feet before collapsing outside on the soft soil. "H-Hello?" the kit squeaked. The camp seemed quiet today from what she remembered, and there was only one word she could think of to say what she was. Bored.
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