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The day was a beautiful one- bright azure skies with the occasional puffy cloud, a warm salty breeze, and luxurious sunshine. Quill-chan was outside his den, where his mother was dozing. The small brown tabby was poking around in the dirt, his fluffy tail held high and wavering as he enjoyed the weather. He was a little idealistic, a little too kind for the League- upbeat and bubbly like his mother but without her sharp tongue. But he had yet to learn how different he was from the other League cats, as he had had limited interaction with them so far.
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POSTEDApr 4, 2019 21:10:50 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The azure skies made her feel particularly peaceful, something that wasn't uncommon for the she-cat. Avalon-chan was slowly turning into quite the serene feline. It was as if nothing could bother her, at least on the surface. Perhaps, this made her quite like her "father"; things seemed to slide right off of her shoulders. She seemed to share several such qualities to the tom that she approached. He was kind and idealistic, and on the surface, there were times that she followed the same troupe. The difference, though, was that, just like her father, she was a devil in disguise.
"Hey, there," she meowed, stretching as she reached his side. The kitten of a proxy and the shaman seldom had interactions with those outside of her family. "You're Quill-chan, right?"
"Yes. How do you know my name?" Quill-chan tilted his head, focusing his big round eyes on the newcomer. He didn't recognize here- he only really knew his littermates and his mother, when she was there. From the time they had first opened their eyes she had been flighty, only remembering to feed them every once in a while, and spending her time with strange toms when she wasn't in the den. So Quill-chan and his siblings had developed a rather strong bond, spending time together and finding food together. However, this left him with a fragmented social life. "Who are you?"
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POSTEDApr 5, 2019 18:01:47 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"My name's Avalon-chan," she meowed, purposely ignoring any commentary on how she knew his name. You never knew when information would be helpful, she had overheard her father say once, and she had taken that to heart, as much as a young kitten could. When she heard that, she became observant. It made sense, though, that she knew more people than knew her; after all, both of her parents were powerful cats of the group. "Quill is a cute name," she meowed after a moment, offering a blink. "Like a porcupine."
"Thanks. I think my mom said I was named after a plant, though. All my siblings are- Aster, Calla and Cypress." He elaborated, trying to be helpful. "Avalon-chan is a nice name too. Who are your parents?" He focused his wide, cheerful eyes on her, hoping he would recognize the names she gave. I really should get out more He thought, wrinkling his nose as some stray dirt fell off his whiskers.
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POSTEDApr 12, 2019 21:36:57 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"At least you all have a theme," she meowed with a blink. "I'm not sure my siblings and I really do." She then paused when he asked his question. There was a hint of surprise that passed her face as he asked her that question. Who were her parents? Didn't the whole group know? She shifted her weight into a seating position, letting a smile flick at the corners of her lips. "Morgana and Altaire are my parents," she chirped after a moment. The shaman and a proxy.
"I think I met Altayr... he's small like us, though. How is he your dad?" Quill-chan's whiskers quivered in confusion, not realizing that the youngling he had met had been Avalon's brother. "Or maybe it was his dad- your dad- I think they have the same name? He said he was something called a Poxy. Is Morgana a Poxy, too?"
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POSTEDApr 19, 2019 13:24:18 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Avalon-chan's eyes lit up at the idea. Of course, her brother was not her father. It was rather ignorant to even ask such a question, but the delight in her eyes was not judgement. "They both have the same name, yes," she meowed. Her mother had given her brother the name of their father as a cruel joke. She chirped in laughter when he also suggested that her mother was a proxy. Did this tom know absolutely nothing? "No, Morgana is the Shaman," she meowed with a flick of her tail.
"Oh, that's cool." Quill-chan bobbed his head enthusiastically. "My mom is a prison guard. I think my dad is a hunter, but we don't see him much. This is about as far from the den as I get. Do you walk around camp a lot? I've always wanted to explore."
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POSTEDApr 29, 2019 12:02:04 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She considered this thought for a moment. She was sure that she would have a fit if she didn't get out of the Shaman's den as much as she did. Avalon-chan wasn't really one that particularly enjoyed being cramped up, and her mother's workshop was often crowded as it was. "I try to stay in camp as much as possible," she meowed. "Maybe I can show you around?"
"Sure thing." Quill-chan nodded, grinning wider at the thought. "Is there a pile of food anywhere? I haven't eaten since yesterday when my mom brought a mouse back." Divided four ways, a mouse wasn't a lot to eat, but Fae never thought that far ahead when feeding her children. They often went long periods without food, and now at the mention of it, Quill-chan's stomach growled.
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POSTEDMay 6, 2019 22:54:01 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Avalon-chan tilted her head, what a question. Was there? She wasn't exactly sure. After all, Altaire brought food to the den every day, and her exploration of the camp often just kept to certain areas that Morgana had said were okay. There had to be, though, right? "I'm sure we can find it if we look hard enough," she meowed, voice confident despite herself. "Your mom doesn't feed you everyday?" she then asked, unaware of her bluntness.
"No, not every day. She forgets sometimes, I think. It doesn't bother me that much, but I am pretty hungry now." Quill-chan shrugged, then started off in the direction Avalon-chan was looking. "How big is camp, anyway? I feel like our den is in the corner 'cause I never see anyone."
