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This is an alternate universe where your warrior cat characters are now university students and clans are now sororities (except in a universe where a sorority allows males and females under the same roof). Usually the sororities are incredibly violent towards one another, but this school dance is like a gathering. LKR are those without sororities. To keep things simple there shouldn't be any "children" as in if Rosewater is Blacksun's daughter, they would not have a father and daughter relationship and just be students because it would be weird for college age people to have a child their age exact xD
The gym and auditorium hallway were being used as the ballroom for the Valentines Day Dance. The theme this year was Fairytales and there were paper hearts strung about like confetti on New Years. The university had gone all out taping pink paper against the wall, photo booths, buffet tables. Everything that could be going towards the students education and instead going into one big party. However this wasn't entirely an ordinary event, this event was required for all students at the university to attend in an effort to stop the violence between sororities and come together for one peaceful night.
DAY
Glowstar was on her fifth warning from the school and hanging on by a thread. With that kind of threat above her head anyone who didn't know her would think she would be acting her best, but trouble blazed in her green gaze. She hadn't thought she'd be going to this dance. She thought she was going to avoid it and as such as was not dressed for the Fairytale theme. Instead she wore her usual skinny black leather moto zipper pants and dark green hoodie vest and a above the hips black leather jacket that used to be Rake’s that she tailored for herself. Looking defiantly backed at the sealed shut exits she looked forward at the gala in front of her with its disgusting hot pink and blood red shades. Did anyone even celebrate Valentines Day?
Primal
Innocentia could have been mistaken for an eight year old standing at a remarkable 4'2. She had been planning to come to the dance and wore a pink red riding hood outfit. Her platinum blond hair for once wasn't held up, but instead let lose falling neatly below her collarbone. Her head tilted to the side like a lost puppy dog as her gaze zoned in on a group of people, "Would anyone like to dance with me?" She asked sweetly, but she had a reputation in the school for being an utter psycho when she needed to defend her sorority. Rumor had it she was known for more than biting someone in a fight.
Mittens looked around with a slight vague expression, wearing an absolutely brilliant dress of clashing neon blue and orange complete a black and green shawl draped across her shoulders. She only ever wore those four colors, and no one could ever figure out why. Though in a show of festivity, Mittens did have a cute heart glued to one of her shoes... except from the confused way she answered anyone who complimented it, it made it hard to tell if she had purposely put it there or if it had coincidentally gotten stuck.
Mittens tilted her head, squinted at a cheaply made paper heart as if worried it was going to bite her, and with barely a glance at the person standing beside her—someone with hair and clothes, though any more than that and Mittens didn't bother to look—said quite casually, "Peregrinantes peregrinati sunt quae tradita sunt illis talia infers. Unus es?"
Leucistic spotted Mittens from a mile away. He hadn't seen her since high school. She was probably in middle school, eighth grade when he knew her. She had been just a girl back then, a girl who couldn't speak a living language anyone knew. But he knew it, mainly because he was in the same class as her. Although he had to retake it twice and only passed by copying someone's notes the last time, but still! He could understand her and he felt a bond between them. He felt almost out of place looking at her now, that gorgeous raven black hair flattered by her sunshine carrot colored other half of hair. Just stunning. He cleared his throat and made his way over to Mittens and said, "Salve, tu pulchra ut inamabilis sciurus."
Which was certain translated to hello you are so beautiful darling, but actually translated to something about a squirrel. He never did pass that class... Still Mittens was like the little angel of a sister he never had. Because his two sisters were utterly terrifying and more closer to demons.
Mittens glanced up, expecting to have a nice philosophical conversation about aliens and the universe, only to see Leucistic running up to her. She stared at him, trying to figure why he looked so awfully familiar, before deciding that it didn't matter. After all, she would've remembered him if he were anyone important, right? "Meow," she greeted with a polite, albeit confused, smile. Squirrels? What? Had the university change their rules on pet squirrels? But then she paused, realizing what she'd actually said, and she frowned then amended, "Nos paenitet, habitum. Quid agis?" Then added, just to because she felt it was the courteous thing to say, "Ego certus vestri inamabilis sciurus pulchrum est. Vidisti hominem comedere librum de sciurus?"
Across the room, a young freckled woman watched Leucistic flirt with Mittens through gritted teeth and crushed the plastic red solo cup in her hand. Luckily, the cup was already empty. Gravel knew very well that technically she and Leucistic weren't dating anymore - taking a break they called it - but that didn't stop her from feeling jealous over her ex. And he seemed to bounce back from the break up so quickly...did the two years they dated mean so little to him? Feeling frustrated, she spun around to throw her cup in the garbage, her knee-length lacy black dress with embroidered blue, red, pink, and orange flowers flowing with the motion. No! She refused to let this ruin her big night! She was above being so petty! All she had to do was find some of her other friends to hang out with... [https://cdnb.lystit.com/photos/c4b2-2014/02/11/oscar-de-la-renta-black-floral-embroidered-tulle-dress-product-1-17441915-4-037193540-normal.jpeg]
"Not five minutes in and the drama has already begun, ladies and gentlemen..." Tiny muttered sarcastically to herself as she munched on a heart-shaped sugar cookie with red frosting and sprinkles. Normally, the black-haired girl wouldn't go to an event like this; her breathing/lung problems forced her to carry an oxygen tank around with her everywhere she went and wear a nasal cannula constantly, which really limited her dancing ability. But her eighth-grade neighbor Muddy had volunteered to babysit her nieces and nephews for her tonight, so why not? Besides, the theme actually worked out nicely for her. When was the last time she could wear a light grey unicorn onesie around school without judgement? [https://cdnb.lystit.com/photos/2013/05/08/topshop-grey-marl-unicorn-onesie-product-1-8571829-989665772.jpeg]
