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//Meibby :3
Dreamkit approached with a curious expression plastered on her tiny face. This dude knew everybody in the clan, surely he didn't have to throw a meet and greet? Well no matter, she'd join in anyway. "Hi mister," The child would pipe, blinking her large seafoam hues up at Tino.
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Of course, Dreamkit had gone off on her own when she wasn't supposed to and gotten herself into a weird situation. She'd trekked along until she bumped into a weird looking cat, who wore a massive feather headpiece atop his cranium. Kind of like something you'd see out of an old Cowboys and Indians movie. The stranger soon talked the tiny child into letting him braid a beaded strand with two hawk feathers attached to the end, right behind her left ear.
So here she was, pacing back into camp with her new accessory waving side to side with each step she took. She had to admit, it looked kinda cool.
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Fffffuuuuuu autocorrect D:
Dockers* lol
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//runs to google
Yes, it's a word. Who knew??? Lol I dub thee... Doxer.
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Accordng to Urban Dictionary it is: "personal information shared over the internet" xDD what even
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Dude, I know so many Kaitlyn's, that's a pretty name though. I hate mine.
I'll never be able to find "Peri" on those stupid gas station keychains xD
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LOL! I have a picture of myself with like a box of the Peri Peri spice for that. & my friend said my parents are just plotting to grind me into spice XD
Yasss there was! She wasnt in the movie though, which was kinda sucky.
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I like how Witchy & Dreamy could look like twins but they're not related xD
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//"youre not the boss of me, dad!" xD
Blinking in surprise the head strong child stopped in her tracks as her father approached, looking pretty pissed. Oh, sh*t. She would curse to herself before turning to face Pinball. "I, um, went for a walk. No big deal," The black smoke would then shrug, supprsing a sassy sigh. "Some dude gave me this, isn't is pretty?" Turning her head so that her father could see the beaded strand of feathers, one was small and white while the other a stark russet brown. Dreamkit silently prayed that he wouldn't rip them out, considering it was braided into the fur behind her ear.
Catching the wolves comment she would cast him a smile, dipping her head to him graciously. "Thanks!"
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Not knowing anything about rivalries the smoke child would approach, her head tilted with curiosity as she regarded the ShadowClanner. "Uhm, hello," Dreamkit would say, looking over the three pawed felidae.
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Dreamkit gave an exasperated eye roll at her fathers questioning. Didn't he think that she could manage herself? She couldn't wait till her apprentice-hood, maybe then she'd be treated like more of an adult. "Relax, he was nice. I don't know his name, he just kinda disappeared after a while." The smoke fae would give an uninterested shrug before swiveling her head to Coyoteskit. "Thanks!" She would answer, feeling her ears grow a bit hot from being called pretty.
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Dreamkit glanced between her grandmother and the three crazed ShadowClanners, her eyes narrowed. These guys didn't seem very friendly, or very intelligent. "Dude, you guys look *ked up." The child would say, her fear bringing out her own sailor mouth. What the heck did these guys want with heads anyway? For lawn decorations? The smoke fae shuddered at the thought.
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Dreamkit let out a pained squeal as the heat from the fire directed at her father scorched her dark pelt. Normally, the rebellious kit would run over and try to kick their attacker in the teeth. But being so small she was obviously no help in this endeavor. So the fae scurried out of the line of fire to watch anxiously. Her skin feeling hot and flushed from the minor burning she'd received
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Thread with her niece? Maybe she could teach her about vampires & such?
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Dreamkit winced from where she sat in camp, feeling the sting of her burn blisters under her fur. She wasn't really 'injured' per say, if anything she'd been merely scalded but being a kit she hadn't really developed tough skin yet. As far as she was concerned this sh*t stung!
The child slouched her shouldered as she nursed her tender blisters with an ice pack. Anybody passing by could tell that the kit was pretty pissed off, and she silently vowed to get back at ShadowClan when she was older.
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Releasing a gasp of wonder the smokey fae would let her eyes wander around the room. Now she understood why Witchkit was so secretive about this place, it was simply beautiful! Dreamkit would tentatively pace forward to examine the vials, each one looking more and more interesting as her seafoam oculars would roam to other parts of the clearing.
Since they had reached their destination the child figured now was the time for her questions. She had so many that she decided just to stick with the important ones. "So, what's all this stuff for? And how did you find this place?" Stepping back around to gaze at her almost identical looking friend, her tail swaying back and forth in eagerness.
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