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Roxy came into the dining room with her usual mischievous look. Flipping her scarf over her shoulder, she sat down and looked around. She looked ruefully at their food, which seemed to be eggs. "For dinner?" she muttered.

Calalini shrugged. "Maybe it is a power. What color is the name 'Calalini'?" she asked, amber eyes staring intently at the strange kitten.

"Well then you're special." Roxy told Charlotte bluntly, pushing away her plate. "I want burgers and fries, not this stuff." she flipped back her shoulder-length blonde hair, frowning.

[oh gosh xD]

Calalini padded up with an emotionless face.

Ductkit bounced up, bursting with excitement. "What! Apprentice talk! Fun!"

//mobile and rushed and tired and no muse.

"Hey Virt." Almapaw padded up with a tired look on her face. Damn, it seemed like her rib still ached if she breathed too heavily. And trying to teach herself how to swim did not help at all. The ebony she-cat was drenched, and as she flicked her tail it looked like an elephant had let loose from their trunk. Nope, no toms us her yet. She was still a little virgin. Blinking her orange eyes warmly, she sat down and curled her tail tightly around her paws.

"It's healed. Or I think it is. I don't have x-ray vision." Almapaw smiled back. "Me? Oh, I'm fine. Keepin' up to Bloodclan's randomness." she was referring to all the battles and demotions and just all the crazy sh*t going on. "How have you been? We haven't talked in so long..." she blushed at the fact that he called her beautiful, but didn't say anything to address it. They were best friends after all. Everything was fine, and affection was just a simple friendly gesture..

"God Chimerapaw, you're a fucking surpriser." Calalini didn't really know the dude, but she definitely hated his little attitude. Snorting, the blue and white she-cat sat down with her amber eyes on the beginning skirmish. The schizophrenic apprentice paid no attention to the rainbow moose off to her side, knowing it was just one of her hallucinations again.

"Well that's too bad, cause you're a kid." Roxy stood up while glaring daggers at the younger girl, liking the small feel of authority she thought she had over little Charlotte. Not bothering to push in her chair, she walked out of the room and stopped on the way to her's by the room West was in. Knocking, she pulled out a notepad full of nearby restaurants that delivered. It seemed like he didn't really care for eggs either.

Almapaw shook her head. "They've gone crazy, that's the thing. And Virtualpaw, I have a small... question." it wasn't anything too serious, but she took a deep breath anyways. "Do you think you fit into Bloodclan? Like, with all the killing and torture and stuff?" The only other person she talked about this was to her grandmother Aima, and the higher up had just told her to suck it up and learn to deal with it. Learn to deal with the guilt, the small weed that begins eating away at your sanity the first time you kill a cat.

"I... I'm not sure." Almapaw confessed. To ell the truth, she felt like she would fit in much better in a pro-clan. But she wouldn't dare say it aloud. Ha ha. A joke, cause she's mute. Get it? Anyways, she just stared down at her paws, wondering what her friend would think of her. "It's just so wrong for me. I don't feel the pride and satisfaction in a kill. I fell... remorse, anger at myself. And it's just killing me"

"Oh my god, it's called fucking sex." Calalini rolled her eyes, snorting at the other kits ignorance. How did they not know about all of this already? "It's how she-cats become pregnant. End of story. Mists this is an awkward meeting." the blue and white femme wasn't having kits anytime soon, why did they have to talk about it? But then again... "Wait a second. How did the first couple of animals know what to do to get pregnant? Did they have a guide or something?"

"Miss Gothika, but it's just so... ugh. Disgusting. It doesn't sound like something for love at all." Calalini mewed. "And Sir Coppermine? You said i was out of temptation. I thought it was because of love." or as close as you can get, anyways.

Interested <33

The she-kit hissed as one of her many sibling rammed into her. "Watch it, fuckass!" Buttercup was far from the sweetie her name gave her the appearance to be. Which sibling was this? She didn't care. It didn't matter anyways. And who really cared about how graphical her language got? She was half Bloodclan, for Pete's sake. What had they expected when she came knocking on this sunny door with her littermates beside her? She had been the one who introduced them, the one that got to her father Permafrost first. And she had been the first to bitch it up with that Codekit freak. Seriously, who did he think he was, yelling at them to leave? Everybody was such an asshole these days. Rolling her eyes at the other kits' game, the smoky tortie stood up and padded over to the fresh kill pile, breathing in the salty ocean air.

Pawing around the prey until she found a juicy looking morsel, the member of the Permabrats settled down and took a bite. She didn't know if she liked it here. No, she liked it more than Bloodclan, but all the other Perma kits! It was just suffocating. And the way her father had acted when they came... all stuttering and surprised. More like shocked, even. It didn't look like he wanted them at all. But that was too bad, because he stuck his dick up her mothers ass and he had to dead with the consequences. Buttercup glanced over to where the others were still fully immersed in a game of dodge-moss, which wasn't working out too well. Why were they wasting time playing games? And that wasn't even half her siblings. Heck, they could build a freakin' army if they wanted to. Permaclan, they would call it. Finishing up her meal, the she-kit lay down on her back and closed her eyes, feeling the comforting warmth of the suns golden rays.

Hannah frowned, padding up to the other kit with narrowed eyes. She lifted a paw, trying to jab at the tom. "Huh. You look funny." the red Abyssinian mewed. "Are you alright?" the young flirter smirked, brushing up against his fur. "I'm Hannah. What's your name?" the daughter of Vocaloidpaw winked at him, hoping he noticed. She would have to ask aunt Lapaw on tips with boys later. "Can he talk?" she had met a mute cat before, and this guy seemed to act close to her. Except she never really attempted to talk at all, so this little rasp was new to the she-kit.

"You look quite fuckassed. Care to shit your attitude outside the door?" Hannah scoffed at Grausam. She looked back at Suicidalkit. "I think he can't talk. Do you know Almapaw? She's mute. Maybe he is too." the long-haired femme planted herself right in front of him, lifting up a paw in a tentative manner and trying to place in gently on his chest, as if to say stop.

"What?! No, don't kill him!" Hannah shrieked, hackles rising as she unsheathed her beige claws. "Miss Gothika, stop him!" she was about ready to leap at the caracal herself. Tail lashing, the young kitten let out a snarl, about to pounce on the larger tom. Or try to, anyways.

Hannah had been completely ecstatic in the meeting Coppermine held for the young ones to learn about the entire puberty thing. And the little slut-in-the-making just couldn't get enough. She had so many questions! The red Abyssinian padded up to the high tiers den, wanting to find some willing victim to interrogate. "Excuse me? I have a few questions after the meeting." she didn't have to say what meeting. They could all probably guess which one.

"I don't know."

Almapaw gave a silent sigh, falling limp in her best friends grasp. "I just don't know. I can't exactly leave, but I don't feel like I can stay either. I bet you I'll vomit one of these days while watching some loner be torn apart." she bit her bottom lip, thinking for a moment. Should she tell Virtualpaw about her adventure as a kit? But she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Virt, I need to tell you something."

"When I was a kit, right before the broken rib incident... I went to Darkclan. I wanted to kill a cat, become an apprentice, all that hype. I lured out another kit with my telepathy, and chased her. I was older and I caught up. And then..." Almapa closed her eyes. "I did what everybody says is the best part, the fun part. I tried to torture her. S-she begged and pleaded, and in the en-end she gave up. She started whispering to her dead mother about how s-sorry she was to have been so weak and helpless." the ebony she-cat unsheathed her claws, digging them into the sand. "I left. I don't know if she died, or is still alive or what happened. But I know that after that I'm definitely going to hell."

1st group anti-clan
name; Hannah
gender; Female
age (has to be 1-3 moons old); 2 moons
clan (has to be anti-clan); Bloodclan
reason for applying; She wants to be the best warrior she can for her clan, and this is a perfect way.
other;