♍ ‧ a virgo's heart

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--------------------------❝ωнαт α вєαυтιƒυℓ ℓιттℓє ℓα∂у...❞

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I don't like walking around
this old and empty house.
So hold my hand, I'll walk
with you, my dear. The
stairs creak as I sleep,
It's keeping me awake.
It's the house telling you
to close your eyes.

Some days I can't even
dress myself.It's killing
me to see you this way.
Cuz though the truth
may vary. this ship will
carry, our bodies safe
to shore.

There's an old voice in my
head that's holding me
back. Well tell her that I
miss our little talks. Soon
it will all be over, buried
with our past. You used to
play outside when you
were young and full of life
and full of laughs.

Don't listen to a word I say.
The screams all sound the
same. Cuz though the truth
may vary, this ship will
carry, our bodies safe
to shore.

fc ;; nina dobrev

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-----I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. These birds are my only recoile from the world. Isn't that just wrong? Neither the Guards, or the Capital have come to a realization on why exactly I do what I do. It's not for the sake of my life, not because the Guards forced the job apon me because of my lacking in skill to do the main jobs. No, I do it for others. Without me, there would be no instant smiles when the below workers hear the singing voices of my birds, and often times, sing along. There would be no reason to wake before dawn just to watch the clutter of white stream across the glazed grume sky, only to disappear where the sun is slowly making its grand enterance. There would be no reason to feed the pesky balls of feather that perch atop your shoulder, soulfull eyes gleaming down apon the day's catch. No reason. I'm not truthfully one to take full credit, but if if it weren't for me and my birds, District Four wouldnt be the happiest of the districts, inspite the Hunger Games. I am Elle Octavia Fernne and I am the Bird Keeper.

-----Because I am the Bird Keeper of District 4, I am quite well known amongst the folks of the streets. Ms. Baltsi who lives a street behind the market, calls me Ms. Ellie. The youngs who play down by the pier and lighthouse, they all call me E. I mostly get called by Elle, though, pronounced with the last 'e' silent. The only time I was mistaken for a male was when I was five and mother had to cut off a whole braid's worth of hair because Tommy Higgins decided it would be funny to put shoe shine in my hair; he gave me my own signifigant nickname: 'The Reel Deal', since I was always the yougster who caught the biggest fish. Anyways, I am in fact a girl, one of sixteen and a half years to be exact. Mother says I have the body of an eighteen year old, the face of a ten year old, and the mind of a five year old. I don't know what she's talking about. I was born May 14, sixteen years away from the current dateWhat else is there to say?

-----personality wip.

-----She came wrapped in a little bundle of cloth, not raggedy but not fancy either. It was a brown stripped cloth, the same type worn as an undershirt for mens' vests. It was her father's. Annatova grinned down apon her new young sister, glad to no longer be the only feminine child amongst the other Fernne children, except for Dante, but it was probably just a phase of his. Elle wouldnt release her grip apon her father's wrist long enough to be passed amongst the large family. Sitting in the living room were Dante, now the second youngest, middle brother Alexander, oldest brother and oldest child, Matthis, and second oldest child and now oldest daughter, Annatova. In the next room of the small, light weight cabin was Nymeria Fernne, dutiful mother of the bunch. She was sick and wasnt allowed to be near the new babe, in efforts to keep Elle healthy. It wouldnt be til the end of the month they realized Nymeria would live, a long life at that. Shavers Fernne, father of the household, flipped over a corner of the blanket as to cover the child's nimble wrist from the shivering chills. A storm was abrewing, hopefully not a terrible one. What he found sown in thin black thread, faded and nipped to highlight its own self was a shillhouette of a seagull, district four's most prestigue symbol, third to the fish and anchor. It was a no brainer the child would grow up to be the District's one and only Bird Keeper. Besides this signifigant event, none other has been too much to fret or speak of. For the lessening economy and human life, she's pretty much made the best of it, family and all.

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fc ;; barbara palvin

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❝Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart.
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were
At the start.
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left.
Wasted on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head.

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line.
I really f*cked it up this time,
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear?

Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before.
Tremble Little Lion Man,
You'll never settle any of your scores.
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck.
Now learn from your mother or else
Spend your days
Biting your own neck.

But it was not your fault but mine.
And it was your heart on the line.
I really f*cked it up this time,
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear? ❞

Little Lion Man by: Mumford and Sons.

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ϟ ϟ. αɴd ιт ѕтrυcĸ lιĸe lιɢнтɴιɴɢ.

| a v e r y | - | n i n e t e e n | - | the "m i s c h e v i o u s ". |

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leт'ѕ ɢeт тo тнe
вαѕιcѕ oғ yoυ

"Please don't ✄ me out,
I can really try.
It just seems my world
Around me
Is slowly about to die."

" 'Ello there lovely. I'm totally kidding, dude. I'm not Irish!" Avery Hudson Thomas, pronounced eyy-very/ huud-son/ t-ohh-mas. He's not to fond of the name Avery though, and always tries to convince people that he was named Austin Monae Stewart. He's a wretched liar. Avery is a senior, gratefully, inspite how his foolishness seems to implie otherwise. He's a good guy, great actually. With his natural, given good looks and oddly enough, kind spirit, he's easily loved among his peers.
When first meeting Avery he may appear to be utterly stupid and idiotic. It's all an act. Through some experiences of his own, it seems you have to be hot or gorgeous to be even suggested as one of the "popular" crowd, and be an *ss or idiot to stay in. Now, Avery is a good guy, as said before, and could never hurt someone on purpose, hense the reason why he prefers to be stupid. Now, this little act rubbed off onto his personality quite a bit, now making him an utterly hopeless fool in changing his ways. Unlike the popular crowd though, he isnt into doing alcohol, drugs, smoking, etc. No, he's into doing crazy, stupid, and wild activities that ultimatly end him up into the hospital. Yup, that's Ave for ya.

тнe deѕcrιpтιoɴ oғ
yoυ ιѕ ιɴтereѕтιɴɢ

"It's time to lay down
all your cards,
I can see that ace
of ♣ there right
behind your back."

"I'm a gorgeous young lady aren't I?" Avery is a very handsome young man, or perfect as some would say. From croppy hair to fair skin, to chocolate eyes and a graceless smile. It's a wonder why some people find it intolerable to stand near him. As kind as his personality is, his eyes portray the same feeling, oh homefulness and light. Yes, those chocolate brown eyes appear to be able to sweep themselves out from under you and catch you just as you're about to fall. They're gentle, kind, and all the same good natured. His smile mirrors this, though with a hint of devioushness flashing within them. That smile of his is his key to anything, so it seems. Now his hair, so delicatly cropped to pefection it's as if it should belong in a painting or on the head of someone as famous as the president. With it's petite curls and darkened brunette appearance, its practically his whole look. Now his body, as muscular as it may appear, stretches to the height of 5'12 feet tall and is of the weight of 160 pounds. It is a massive amount of muscle, which he takes advantage of through wrestling. It's his passion, so it seems, and is thankful for having such a body to back him up on it. Remember when I said that in order to be even considered for the "popular crowd" that you have to be either hot or gorgeous? Avery is definitly of no exception.

do yoυ αcтυαlly
love ѕoмeoɴe?

"I'm just sittin' round
here watching ✈
take off, and fly high.
Trying to figure out which
one you might be on,
and why you don't love
me anymore."

"Yes. Selena Gomez. She's a keeper, alright." Avery has always had plenty to love in his life. He's been lucky with the girls, lucky in his family's health and weath -hey! that rhymes!- and such like that, for the most part. He lives a pretty normal life style, hense the reason why he is always so happy and cheerful all the time.
Avery was a pretty widely set family, a bunch of relatives he doesn't even know the name for. His mother's name is Reina Thomas, his father's Spencer Kuznick. You see, is father Spencer was a romantic soul, and told Reina the day of their marriage he didnt care their last name, as long as they were as one. As a result, Reina took advantage of this and they kept the last name Thomas. Now, Reina didnt just take advantage of that oppertunity. No, she was a very devious young lady, convincing other being her degree of mastery. She had a very successful career in the buisiness industry, which is where she gathered all her customers, if you know what I mean.
Well, anyways, Spencer was incapable of producing offspring, but Reina was not. Thanks to her assistant of secretary, she was able to give birth to a young lady named Andie. Spencer greatly questioned this, though it was clouded by his gratefulness for his child. How did Reina get out of it? She claimed she was raped by a man she couldn't see the face of, and he bought it. When Reina became preganet with Avery, it was then her husband came to his senses. He dumped his wife when Avery was a meer infant. It wasn't really life changing to the young boy. He never knew his mother. His father eventually remarried a beautiful woman named Angelic. Together, they just recently had Avery's three year old little sister named Katie. As I said before, he's had plenty to love in his life.

мy perѕoɴαl
вeloɴɢιɴɢѕ

"There is no upper ✍
I'm giving you mine.
And it doesnt have
to end up wasting
your time."

"It's funny, most people have alot of stuff. They've got XBoxes, IPads, IPhones... I just have my GameBoy from when I was ten." Avery was indeed, not kidding by just having a GameBoy from when he was twelve. That thing is his life practically. While his phone keeps him slightly occupied, but it's mainly his Gameboy. He also has his longboard, and his ipod, but they too don't get used as much as he would like. Also, this is hisbedroom.
As said before, Avery has had plenty to love in his life. For instant, his three pets. First off his his jack russel terrier named Clifford. He purchased the pooch from a breeder, and it was love at first sight. He also has two cats he found wandering the streets by his house. Meet Bella and Charlie.

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© of form goes to fin.
© of this form's format goes to ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂.

fc ;; sebastian smythe

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⚑ ⚑ . ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ғʟᴀɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇʀs.

♒ { ryder } . { female } . { beta female } . { pure } ♒

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ▸
------ indefinite.

☞ "indefinite."
☛ My username is indeed, indefinite., but I don't like to be formal unless its with adults; so, please call me Deffs, Deffie, or Indie. Either or, I reply. I mean, I've even been known to reply to fishy c:

ｎａｍｅ ▸
------ little red riding hood.

☞ "It's a mouthful, I know."
☛ Her name raises some eyebrows, no? Little Red Riding was given this name when her mother, regrettably, learned of her daughter's sweet natured disposition. A gentle heart does not get a wolf noticed, and her mother longed for that, because 'if your pup was know, the mother was known'. It was a stupid logic, yes, but her mother wanted the alpha's attention desperatly. She changed her pup's name from Sandy Beaches to something that would definitly catch eyes: Little Red Riding Hood. Its a mouthful, true, so she prefers it if you call her Ryder.

ａｇｅ ▸
------ six years.

☞ "Age doesn't define ability."
☛ Ryder is at that age where's she not the nimblest in her work, but she's not the most stiff. She isnt the wisest of wolves, but she isnt the dumbest either. A critical stage this is, the she-wolf is soft towards the subject of her age. But in truth, for soon to be stepping up as alpha, she's the perfect age.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ▸
------ female.

☞ "I'd be happy to show you the goods."
☛ Ryder has been unsure of alot of things in her life: her name, her kin, her history, but never once has she thought she couldnt possibly be a female. Her nimble, more lean body structure is defiantly so, along with her softer tongue and lady parts. She was joking before, about happily showing you the goods; she's a very prideful wolf, honest as well. You'll just have to take her word for it.

ｒａｎｋ ▸
------ beta female.

☞ "I seek nothing more than serving my pack."
☛ Little Red had always longed to be a huntress when she became older, never a fighter due to the pure peace within her, but she knew deep down it was impossible. Females were doved to be scouts and scouts only, but when she became accustomed to being first in line to protect the pack, the position grew on her and she was perfectly satisfied where she was. Then the alpha, her dearest friend, announced her as the new beta, the first beta female of the 'Reflectionists'. At first she was appauled, but just like being a scout, it's grown on her.

ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ ▸
------ iridesent.

☞ "Some say I'm a looker; I look but see no goods."
☛ work in progress.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▸
------ pure-hearted.

☞ "I go to seek a great perhaps."
☛ work in progress.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ▸
------ heartfelt.

☞ "Kin are the friends you were meant to have."
☛ work in progress

ｓｉｇｎｉｆｉｃａｎｔ ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ none.

☞ "I hope he can handle me."
☛ Ryder is at that maternal age in her life. The many female wolves go a bit crazy over having yet to find a mate, but luckily for her she's good at prolonging things. She still longs for a mate some day, pups even. If she finds none, she'll be just as happy surviving on her own.

ｋｉｎ ▸
------ sweet serindipity.

☞ "Just a mother."
☛ Ryder has only one kin that she is aware of: her mother. Sweet Serindipity was, unfortunatly, one of those who died tragically in the 'big bang' all those years ago. Assuming she's never met her father or brought up the question of him, he probably mated and left. If he was one of the few survivers, she'll never know She had no littermates.

ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ nope.

☞ "Nah, you basically covered it all."
☛ I think thats just about it. I really had fun making this roleplay, and I hope it doesnt die down any time soon. Lets have it not, eh?

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© of the character goes to me.
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❦ ❦ . ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx.

♒ { sorrelpaw } . { she-cat } . { apprentice } . { quaint } ♒

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ▸
------ indefinite.

☞ "indefinite."
☛ My username is indeed, indefinite., but I don't like to be formal unless its with adults; so, please call me Deffs, Deffie, or Indie. Either or, I reply. I mean, I've even been known to reply to fishy c:

ｎａｍｅ ▸
------ sorrelpaw.

☞ "I like my name; It's different."
☛ 'Sorrel' was bestowed apon the kit by her dear mother, Icewing, moments after her birth. Such an odd name for such an odd she-cat, history and all. She was named after the atmosphere of her birth, one of the stormiest days of Ashclan's history. The storm clouds above were swirling about, spiraling in a sorrel manner, the waves of the wind crashing against trees in a dangerous manner, when Icewing, the gorgeous queen she was, gave birth to the little bundle of fur. Her desperatly wanted suffix, 'Sky' is just an addition to this.

ａｇｅ ▸
------ ten moons.

☞ "Age doesn't define ability."
☛ Sorrelpaw has just celebrated her tenth moon of being born. Yes, she's been a kit for six moons, and an apprentice for four. She's simply two moons away from fulfilling her dream of becoming a warrior.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ▸
------ she-cat.

☞ "I'd be happy to show you the goods."
☛ Sorrelpaw has been unsure of alot of things in her life: her name, her kin, her history, but never once has she thought she couldnt possibly be a female. Her nimble, more lean body structure is defiantly so, along with her softer tongue and lady parts. She was joking before, about happily showing you the goods; she's a very prideful cat, honest as well. You'll just have to take her word for it.

ｒａｎｋ ▸
------ apprentice.

☞ "I seek being a warrior, nothing else."
☛ The moment Sorrelpaw first stepped out into the forest alone, it showed she was an apprentice with skills. She has been one of the strongest and sharpest she could possibly be. Since all the praise she's deserved, she's found it in her heart to long to be a warrior some day, however until then, she's just going to have to settle as a meer apprentice.

ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ ▸
------ iridesent.

☞ "Some say I'm a looker; I look but see no goods."
☛ work in progress.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▸
------ intreverted.

☞ "I find myself more interesting than others."
☛ Sorrelpaw was found alone, she trained alone {besides her mentor at times of course}, and in her mind, she will forever be alone. She is a rather intreverted cat, seperating herself from others a great deal of the time. This is my her own choosing, of course. She seems to find that she can intertain herself more than she needs others to intertain her. Because of this, she is very quick to think, having many time to do it. At a single moment in time, she could craft up some sort of infathimous scheme, play it all out in her head, and set her body to work right after. She's strong willed like that, built and ready to take on any task at hand, an for many, she is admired for such a heroic attribute. Its not common with young cats such as herself. She's really a sarcastic type, most of her jeers purposly meant to sting just a bit, but all in all she's a real jokester if you play your cards right with her. Also unlike other cats, she hasnt a soft side within that hard shell of hers. Its all buff and beast that comes within her, and she shows no way of trying to tone it down. This attitude surfaces around new faces, rather than old, and it raises eyebrows. Most cats havent sharp tongues towards people they wish to make friends with, but of course, Sorrelpaw isnt most cats. It comes in handy though, just as she does within battle. Inspite her aggrivating exposure, she's a cat you want to keep around in your life.
She sees things differently than other cats, it's true. She can take something so simple as a battle tactic and flip flop it around in her head, imagining all the better ways to tweek it, the right times to use it, and how someone came up with such a thing. SOme say its that day dreamer within her trying to bang its way out, though she'll claim exact opposite. To her, it's just her conscience trailing off and getting distracted from whats eally important. Poor girl has much to learn about life.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ▸
------ heartfelt.

☞ "Who needs kin?"
☛ work in progress

ｓｉｇｎｉｆｉｃａｎｔ ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Who needs a tom in the picture?"
☛ Sorrelpaw doesn believe in that sort of love. The only love she feels is towards her future life as a warrior, oddly enough; I guess its a freedom thing. She's never experienced such a thing, nor plans to in the near future. It isnt some sort of 'hidden past' type of thing, nor is it a tale of a broken heart, just her mind set that she doesnt need anybody but herself and her goals to complete her life.

ｋｉｎ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Never knew 'em."
☛ No one, not even Sorrelpawerself knows of her history. She doesnt really mind though. She more of a 'the past is in the past' type of gal anyways. But because of all that, she doesnt know of any living or dead kin. She figures she obviously had a mother and father, and perhaps even a couple siblings, considering she is a larger cat and they have larger litters, but she's seen no familiar faces or names. Like I said though, she doesnt really mind by it all. She focused on her work.

ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ nope.

☞ "Nah, you basically covered it all."
☛ I think thats just about it. I like this roleplay, I really do. Its unique, not something I've ever seen or heard about. I cant wait for it to get started.

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© of the character goes to me.
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♘ ♘ . ɪ'ʟʟ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ɪɴ.

♒ { owlflight } . { tom } . { warrior } . { genuine } ♒



ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

owlflight. owlflight was given his name 'owl' because even as a kit, he prefered to sleep during the day, and bug others at night. it was just him, and even though he knows now that this affects everyone around him, he can't help himself. as for his suffix 'flight', that was purely because he is an excellent hunter, his leaps and all.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

already achieved. owlflight has already recieved his name.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

A tom. owlflight is most obviously a tom, based on his large, muscular frame. He is toned and strong, and the ideal image of a manly tom.

{.{ a g e }.}

32 moons. owlflight is rather young for a warrior, compared to the almight tidestar. he isnt new at being a warrior, in case it isnt obvious, but he sure isnt no wise elder either.

{.{ r a n k }.}

warrior. owlflight is a strong and noble warrior. it took him quite alot of effort to get where he is now, and doesnt plan to loose this important role within seaclan so easily.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

deputy. this old cat has strived to be leader one day, but he knows it is unrealistic. instead, he strives for deputy.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

big boned and stocky. owlflight is a big boned, stocky warrior. he has brown, tabby fur with light specks dappled along his underbelly, face, and tail. he has piercing green eyes that swirl when he is excited, and he normally is. his face almost always wears a smile, an his wheels constantly turn in his head as he cooks up another plan to get he and his littermates in trouble. his ears are perked upright like satellite dishes waiting to pick up a signal, so it gives him a cute deminior.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

tabby brown. owlflight has a dark, tabby brown pelt with darker flecks, and a white underbelly.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

stocky. owlflight is rather large, muscular for his age. it runs in the family.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

ivory green. they are a piercing green with lighter flecks closer to his pupil.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

foolish. owlflight is a cat of words. he isnt afraid to share his feelings and will greatly express them. he holds himself and others to a much too high standard, and over exagerates on the punishment for such issues that havent been resolved. this mkes him a dependable cat to get things complete, as he is too afraid of himself to not do them. owlflight understands the meaning of duty, however he doesnt understand the meaning of cooperation. he prefers to work alone, though that doesnt mean he is an antisocial cat. he flourishes with other cats, however he thinks it is opposite.
owlflight is a very bountiful cat. very expressive in his words, he flourishes with the supportive comments others give him. he loves to be the center of attention, and he is mischevious at heart. he always has a few good tricks and or plans up his sleeve that get his littermates and himself in loads of trouble, but yet he refuses to learn from his past mistakes, making him a rather foolish cat.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• to be in control.
• to feel important.
• to bring excitment to a situation.
• to be apart of excitment.

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• being told wrong.
• being a follower.
• sitting still.
• being told what to do.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• death, duh.
• being the cause of something bad.
• being a disappointment to his clan.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• owlflight in no means is a good listener.
• he has low stamina.
• he may not be the best fighter.

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• climbing trees.
• leaping long distances.
• bringing others to smile.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

it's rather difficult to describe. owlflight and his littermates were born to a pair named trouttail and willowshine. now willowshine was of seaclan, but trouttail was not. he was of pineclan, a clan deep within the forest. he and willowshine had met when she raced off seaclan boundaries, being in a fued with her friend and she was in great depression. trouttail cheered her up, and from then on they would secretly meet by midnight. well, in responce to all this, willowshine began to hold kits within her. now her brother reedwhisker was angered by this when she told him, and told seaclan's leader. willowshine was to suffer serious consiquences with her actions, but she was never around to fulfill them. she abandoned her kits at their birth, leaving them to be nursed by some other queen.
now gingerkit, owlkit, and cricketkit were a lively bunch right from the start, their mews upsetting the other queens and kits, their constant energy upsetting the warriors. yes, they were born to cause trouble, as one cat said, and soon everyone agreed. what made matters worse was that though they were clanborn, they werent fully seaclan born. it was thanks to gingerkit's abnormality that kept seaclan's leader fromhaving them abandoned in the forest. if gingerkit hadnt been born blind, he and his littermates would have all died. at apprentice age, they were all treated differently. cricketpaw and owlpaw had to work harder than the other apprentices to feel welcomed, gingerpaw even more because he couldnt see. in fact, he had to train as an apprentice for twelve moons instead of six. but they finally did become warriors, and in their eyes, it was more than fair

{.{ m a t e }.}

you need to be in love for that. nope.

{.{ k i n }.}

his littermates. gingerstripe and cricketsong.

{.{ k i t s }.}

you need a mate for that. nope.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

indefinite.

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

deffs or indie.

{.{ o t h e r }.}

nope.

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