;^; Anew Immortality ;^; (RUNNING; OPEN)

[Blair ;;]

Forsakenkit was walking the lands, her ears put safely atop of her head. Her eyes -- well, eye -- was facing the swamps. She sat down a foot away from them. Most clans wouldn't let the kits go out alone. Not little Forsakenkit, though. No one cared where she went. She had no mom to tell her where and where not to go. It didn't matter, anyways. She didn't want to become an apprentice with apprentice duties. Ttch. The foul thought of this made her eye roll. She kicked her paw in the muddy swamp waters. The sun wasn't shining as bright as usual, and clouds hovered over it slowly. She didn't smile. The cold and the heat were worthless to her. Her light fur didn't matter what temperature it was at in the territories. She sighed darkly. She hoped no one of the clans bothered her today. It put a damper on her parade every day that the stupid leader of another cat would try and speak with her. She ignored them or told them to go away. Forsakenkit moved into a sitting position,one ear over her eye that no longer provided much use to her. She hated it. She hissed softly. She hated the clan. They finally had taken her in. The only cat she even had a bit of a fancy for was Sweetpoison. Without her, she would still be roaming the clans motherless. Silentstar would have killed her without Sweetpoison saying something about it. She had no clan without Sweetpoison. One day when she was a warrior she would thank her. Right now, she was probably looking for some herbs. She was a medicine cat. That's what she did. A dark, sinister smile fell on her face. For once, she was glad that one cat was in this clan. At least, she hoped. Muse; Medium. Notes; Like the posting table? The main picture isn't her right now, it's her when she grows up. xD

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[Clove]

She slides her large paws carefully across the ground she finds is gradually growing a bit soggy. She sweeps her eyes across the area and snorts with disgust, imagining the mud that sucks at a cat's paws. She slinks through the undergrowth, keeping to the shadows. Her natural feline muscles flex impressively with each movement. She makes sure her tail doesn't drag.

Rootpaw was sitting just outside of camp, bored half to death. That was when she heard rustling. Being inexperienced, the kit probably didn't have the best ability to keep quiet. She gazes at her target. 'Such a cat that keeps to herself, this one,' Rootpaw mused. She chuckles quietly. She just feels like being a bother today. She pads forward and sits down, not caring if the cat notices her or not.

She examines the kit. A tough looking thing, for a cat so young. The strange kit almost has a ragged appearance, yet one that doesn't suggest weakness, from Rootpaw's perspective, anyway. The most prominent feature on the young cat is a scar. She coughs to clear her throat before speaking suddenly.

"Is it strange to not be able to see and hear from one side? It must be such a drag. I guess one has to cope. So, what are you doing out here anyway little kit?" She chuckles at her own words, "And don't worry, I won't force you back to camp. Most of that lot are bird-brains or worthless furballs."

Her opinion is true. In fact, it's plainly the truth. Many of her clanmates get on her nerves. They're lucky she doesn't strike them down. There are plenty of decent cats though, including the Medicine Cat. Rootpaw thinks that healing cats with herbs is ridiculous and cats should tough their injuries out, but then she realizes a lot of cats would die then, even the ones worth a mouselength. She stared at Forsakenkit intensely, with her murky, yellowish, and shrewd gaze that is unwavering.

She might make a formidable warrior one day, I'm almost glad she's in my clan.. as long as she doesn't turn out the opposite.

- Muse: almost high
- Feedback: cool table.. i should get me some of those ... just haven't gotten around to asking about them lol either because I'm lazy or just not interested enough

[Blair ;;]

Forsakenkit could hear the other approaching. She prickled her ears and looked at the apprentice. Great. She thought. Another cat to pick at her tail. She wanted to glare at it and tell it to shoo. It's voice was half-faded, so her ear had to prickle higher to actually hear. She sighed lightly in annoyance. She hated not being able to hear the cat. When she looked over to Rootpaw, she had to turn fully for the fact that she couldn't see her. Her broken ear prickled in annoyance. She turned to where the apprentice could only see her good eye. She probably looked pretty normal now. If you didn't know her very well, at least. She probably looked.. average. Like any other kit, just a different body length and other things. Atleast, almost normal. Her ear that was half broken was half covering her eye,skittishly. She tried to listen with it, but there was no avail with it. She sighed softly. She glanced back at Rootpaw. She then blinked at the question. She had called her little? Her pelt lightly bristled, but barely. Almost unnoticably. "Wah? I can still hear. Just not as well as usual." She lied. Her ear stayed prickled. She could see just fine, but hearing still annoyed her. She hated not being able to hear from one side. Her ear angled slightly so she could hear. There was no prey today. None that she could hear. Maybe the occasional frog. In the late winter time, there were usual frogs, getting ready for it to be spring again. The time of season half mattered. At least to her. It depended on how many warriors wanted to get off their lazy butts and get to hunting. She didn't like it when cats were in her area. The meadow south from the swamp was where she usually hung out, but at the same time she sometimes came to the swamp when it was summer. There were usually apprentices training in the swamp. She hated it. She then looked back at Rootpaw. Did she really want to have a conversation? Needless to say, she didn't want one. But at the same time, Rootpaw was.. Eh, she was alright. She didn't annoy her as much as the other cats in the clan. She was reminded of the fact that the apprentice had called her little. Me? Little? She looked at her body and then back at Rootpaw. She wasn't little. "Oh, and I'm not little." She said, voicing her opinion; something she rarely did. Muse; Medium Notes; Fiesty Forsaken~ xDDD

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