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It just so happened that the child was out on her own again when she spotted Gianina and being the social butterfly she was, the smokey fae hurried over. "We auto-accept, so welcome!" Dreamkit would say once she was close to the feline.
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"Agreed," The child would huff bitterly as her aunt spoke. In all honesty she didn't know much about her aunt, except for the fact that they had weird family drama going on. Dreamy wasn't too concerned with that yet, being as she was still too young to understand most of it. Resting her ice-pack over her scalded skin she would look up at Atomicpaw, flashing her a pained but genuine smile. "I've never really spoke to you before, would you tell me about yourself?"
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Dreamkit would listen intently to her friends explanation, becoming filled with more and more fascination as she spoke on. Once she was finished the femme would move over to where Witchy sat, meeting her green eyes to the dark cats purple ones. "That... Is the coolest sh*t I've ever heard." Dreamy would state rather matter of factly, flashing her friend a wide lopsided grin. "Can you show me some of your magic? I mean, if you won't get in trouble for it that is."
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Scowling the smoke fae would slip into the water, wading in hesitantly. Dreamy gritted her teeth as she felt the sensation of her pelt getting drenched for the first time. He wanted her to do what? The notion seemed impossible. Didn't he know cats could breathe under water? Dreamkit shot her father a look before stopping just where the water reached her shoulders, digging her claws into the pebbly dirt underneath her. "Are you crazy?" She would ask, her teeth beginning to chatter as she adjusted to the water.
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I am 5 and three quarters of an inch... one day i'll get that last quarter inch!!!! xD
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I'm a senior at highschool.. so I'm basically stuck at the height of a twelve year old, yay
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Stumbling in on the conversation a bit late left the child pretty confused. Her dad was leaving? The smokey fae would stand rigidly as she stared at her father with hurt glinting her green hues. "Is.. Is it something I did?" Dreamkit's voice would gain a slight higher pitch with worry, feeling as though this was her fault for some reason. Her birth mother had abandoned her, and now her father? With her tail dropping and her ears flattened the usually bubbly kit would wait anxiously for an explanation. He couldn't just abandon her!
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Dreamkit approached in an unusual sulky manner. Typically the child would rush over and butt her way into the conversation being had. But since her father's a announcement the smokey fae was far from herself. The feline quietly took as seat before turning her head to the celestial bodies above, and never before had they looked so cold to her. Dreamy would stifle a sigh before curling her slender tail tightly around her paws, almost like she was hugging herself.
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Trying not to look disappointed the child would smile and nod with eagerness. Who knows when a potion like that would become useful? "I'd love to learn!" The dark fae would respond, excited to see what kinds of stuff her friend was learning.
//rushed, sorry Dx
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Dreamkit felt her heart twist painfully in her chest as she watched her father helplessly. No matter what he said, she would blame herself. She obviously wasn't a good enough daughter to for him to want to stay. "Just.. come visit me, at least." The smoke would say before rushing forward to give her father a quick embrace. If she was successful the child would blink away tears before turning to leave the scene, not wanting everyone to see how upset she actually was by all this.
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Dreamkit moved to quietly sit beside Witchkit, flashing her friend a meek smile before listening to see what this meeting was about.
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Ever since her father had left Dreamkit found herself growing more and more bitter with every second. How could he just walk out like that? The child would huff angrily as she kicked a stone into the river with her paws, glaring at the tumbling current where her father had taught her to swim. Whatever, The smoke child would think, moving to kick more rocks into the moving river. i'll show him, I don't need anyone.
She wanted to hate Pinball for leaving, for walking out on this obligation as a parent. But for some reason the fae couldn't make herself, and that caused her to just grow even more bitter. Tossing the stones was becoming therapeutic as she continued doing it, finding herself soothed by the ploosh noise that was made. Turning her seafoam hues to the banks the child would begin searching for more stones to toss, trying all the while to swallow the anger that was rising in her.
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"Hey," The child would answer, flashing him the best smile she could manage. Dreamkit would then grab a couple flat stones and move them to her orignal tossing spot, turning a few over in her paws thoughtfully. "It's easy, here I'll show you." Dreamy would say to Threekit in an uncharacteristically deadpan voice. Taking a flat stone in her paws the smoke femme would give it a good toss almost like a frisbe, causing it to skipp across the water before disappearing with a satisfying plunk. "You try," She would then step back from her pile of stones to allow the others to have a turn.
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Dreamy is gonna have mega daddy issues, and turn into heart breaker XD
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Tbh, I want witchcatcher to happen though, they'd be cuuuuutttte.
until then, she'll become a punk rock teenager with daddy issues. until he comes back & is like ZOMG STAHP
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Feeling as thought she couldn't sit around and sulk in camp any longer the child would approach. She liked Reincub, he was a nice guy so the smoke fae figured she'd lend him a paw. It wasn't like she had anything else to do really. "I'll help," The feline would offer, casting a meek smile as she stopped beside him.
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Following the sickening sound of bones popping the smoke child would approach, her ears flattened to her cranium to try and block out the noise. She didn't know about powers yet, being as she didn't really have any. So watching this feline shift back and forth over and over was both painful to see and super interesting. Dreamy would shift anxiously on her paws, hoping that Libertybell would be able to focus through the pain she was feeling. The bone popping and crunching was starting to make her feel sick.
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