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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 12, 2019 16:52:07 GMT -5
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Her optimism faltered for only a moment, the fade of her smile flickering across her expression for only a heartbeat. It happened, and yet no one was around to see it, to witness the crack in the she-cat's perfect exterior. It was a slow, but sure transition in Paradise that she was realizing that BrookClan wasn't the utopia she wanted it to be, that Kerrigan was actively preventing such a thing. Take the capture of DayClan and SpringClan, for example. That alone went against almost every single thing that the Kadet held dear. It promoted hate and anger, made one lesser than another, for what? Just because her mother could? The Tsar had pulled out, citing the kits she would soon bear, but it needn't have been a reality at all.
Shaking her head as if to clear it, the smile returned in full force, and, shoving her malcontent deep into the cage in the shadows of her soul, she skipped through the Harlow territory, heading for the main land of BrookClan and hoping to go make some friends, or perhaps meet her soulmate in the process.
Everette huffed as he walked along the family territory borderlines. When Kerrigan had been preoccupied with the alliance he'd taken it upon himself to check in with each of the families residing in BrookClan to see how they were doing. Not because he particularly cared for there wellbeing, but moe so to see where their heads were at. The last thing he needed was to deal with were idiots trying to stage an uprising while Kerrigan had her paws full. But, now that the Tsar had pulled out of the war he couldn't quite stop the habit. He figured it was always a good idea to have an open ear and a watchful eye on the clan. He was just walking back from one of the northern families and just walked into the main camp when he noticed the cadet walking in. His mind quickly going through the Rolodex of all the clan's members humming softly to himself as he placed her in his catalogue. Paradise. One of his sister's adoptive children.
It was almost immediately that Paradise noticed Everette and changed course, parading towards the Boyar with a bright, smile and a skip to her step. "Hello, Everette!" The calico greeted her uncle enthusiastically, not knowing the meaning of doing anything only halfway. He wasn't her soulmate, of course, he was family, but that didn't stop her from desiring to talk to him. She didn't actually know much about him anyway, now that she thought about it.
