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[atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2rokk21.png); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/14x18qu.png); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/1zccltx.png); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2dbtdo8.png); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]MERRILY WE FALL,[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]OUT OF LINE, OUT OF LINE.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family: georgia; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;]White socked limbs of an older, nearly warrior-aged apprentice treaded into the NightClan nursery with dignity and purpose. Grimpaw was almost nervous about entering the nursery and he felt a certain sense of anxiety and pent up guilt within his belly with every pad. The NightClanner had not been in the nursery for quite awhile because of the intense training he and Blackwolf had been undergoing to get ready for his confrontation with demon. Not only this, but the grief in the death of Boneshadow had left the tom feeling remorseful and somewhat stuck in his own shell. Thoughts about the death of his father -- a burden he felt should rightfully carry -- plagued his mind constantly. The reason for fear was for any hard feelings that may have risen from his absence in the kitten, Thornkit. Grimpaw feared that the kitten thought that he had abandoned him and had not been serious about the pair of them secretly continuing training together. In fact, Grimpaw had been quite serious and had admired his sincere interest to before a functional clan member before apprenticehood. Certain events of moons past had, unfortunately, pushed him away. They were hurdles that even the most capable cat would have trouble bounding over. The apprentice just hoped that his young friend wouldn't think too much of it. Though the tom did worry that he would -- simply because Thornkit had been orphaned and generally abandoned by many. Would he think that Grimpaw had abandoned him as well and did not plan to stay true to his words? The older apprentice could simply make guesses as he strode through the nursery entrance, confidence in his stride but not in his mind. "Thornkit?" Grimpaw meowed in a firm voice. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;]tags: Fawn with Thornkit words: 296 notes: Grim is cute.[/style]MADE BY KIWII OF BTN

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url(http://www.clker.com/cliparts/f/2/a/5/12065641911180157450alnilam_Stars_Pattern.svg.med.png); border: 3px solid #021836;][STYLE=border: 5px solid #061220; width: 100px; overflow: hidden; height: 100px; float: right;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #061220; width: 70px; overflow: hidden; height: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 2px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #061220; width: 60px; height: 100px; overflow: hidden; float: right; margin-right: 2px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #061220; width: 45px; height: 100px; overflow: hidden; float: right; margin-right: 2px;][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #4e5f75; color: #d8dee6; border-top: 1px dashed #6d7e96; padding: 1px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; text-align: right; padding-left: 5px; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 90px;]THORNKIT - NIGHTCLAN - TOM - 4 MOONS[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal; color: #d8dee6; background-color: #3b4759; border-left: 3px solid #4e5f75; border-top: 1px solid#4e5f75; border-right: 1px solid #4e5f75; border-bottom: 1px solid #4e5f75; padding: 4px;] There was a voice he'd never thought he'd hear again. Well, at least not until he had long left these boring old nursery walls behind, though Thornkit supposed by that time Grimpaw would be someone completely different to him, just another adult would only prove disappointing in the end. Emboldened and actually made happy by the prospect of receiving secret training from the older tom, Thornkit had dared to get his hopes up, that maybe, just maybe not all adults were the same and not all of them treated him like he was some kind of poor brokenhearted little orphan. Thornkit had been wrong. Nearly two and a half moons, and the almost-warrior hadn't stopped by even once. Not even to bring food or water to the queens. Thornkit had snuck over to the Medicine Cat's Den when no one was looking - Grimpaw hadn't been injured and too busy recuperating to visit. He just didn't want to. Or worse, he had simply forgot. The idea of being forgotten so easily burned in Thornkit's throat like hot coals, a bitter taste settling somewhere on his rough pink tongue as he ran it over his buff-colored coat. In light of Grimpaw's disappointing absence, Thornkit had settled for training himself his own way. By watching and paying attention to everything. He wouldn't need Grimpaw to achieve his goals. He didn't need anyone. Trying to hide the surprise he felt over Grimpaw suddenly calling his name, the light-hued fluffy tom (who was looking less like a cute kitten by the day, and more like an apprentice) ceased his grooming, ears pricking forward as no-longer-kitten-blue eyes fixed upon the feline who came striding in. "What do you want?" It was a simple enough question, though delivered with guarded coldness, Thornkit fixing burning orange eyes upon Grimpaw's own yellow ones. Look who finally showed up! You completely forgot about me, didn't you? [/style][STYLE=background-color: #4e5f75; color: #d8dee6; border-bottom: 1px dashed #6d7e96; padding: 1px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 8.5px; padding-left: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-weight: bold;]template by falkyrin of btn![/style]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #171717; border-top: 3px solid #BDA885; border-right: 3px solid #BDA885; border-top-right-radius: 70px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2rokk21.png); margin-left: -10px; margin-top: -5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 55px; border-top-left-radius: 55px; border-bottom-right-radius: 55px; border-bottom-left-radius: 55px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/14x18qu.png); margin-top:4px; margin-left:8px; width: 60px; height: 60px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(10deg); -o-transform: rotate(10deg); -moz-transform: rotate(10deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/1zccltx.png); margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 13px; width: 70px; height: 70px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0deg); -o-transform: rotate(0deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-40deg); float:left;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2dbtdo8.png); width: 40px; height: 40px; border: 5px solid #F0E2CD; border-top-right-radius: 50px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -webkit-transform: rotate(30deg); -o-transform: rotate(30deg); -moz-transform: rotate(30deg); float:left; margin-left: 22px; margin-top:10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 15px; margin-top:-7px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:18px; color: #F0E2CD; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]MERRILY WE FALL,[/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]OUT OF LINE, OUT OF LINE.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family: georgia; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;]Upon entering the nursery, it was like the NightClan apprentice had entered another world. This world was cold like the one he left, but unlike the last, was constantly cold. This world had no option of the return of the sun, or of warmth licking against his thin pelt. The cold world was in the amber eyes of the buff colored kitten Grimpaw had addressed. If Grimpaw hadn't been well prepared for the kitten's harsh delivery, his fur would have bristled and he would have taken steps back. Thornkit was hostile. If an enemy to NightClan, he would've attacked. 'What do you want?' Thornkit inquired in an accusing tone. The blue-gray tom flicked his tail and approached the buff colored kitten with no hesitancy in his movement. Grimpaw recognized the kitten's anger and felt bad for his neglectful actions -- but was not necessarily apologetic. If Thornkit thought that he was one to apologize, he had another thing coming. After a few paw steps, the blue-gray tom settled on his haunches and stared amber death in the eyes with no fear. "How are things?" Grimpaw asked, his voice slightly casual though his eyes staring into the depths of the kitten. Though Grimpaw was twice the kitten's size by now, his gaze suggested respect and equality. The older NightClanner was not a confrontational sort. He danced around his problems, ivory paws flitting underneath of him and mouth closed. His nature was one of the reasons that he had blown up at his father after a time -- because issues unexpressed always find away to boil to the surface. The NightClanner always hoped underlying troubles between cats would simply find a way to unravel themselves without his interference. Things to the blue and white tom were best forgotten. Though, his nonconfrontational nature was not to be mixed up with spinelessness. When the NightClanner vowed to go after demon, he meant it. The nature of teeth and claws and nature of the heart were as different as night and day. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;]tags: Fawn with Thornkit words: 334 notes: Grim is cute.[/style]MADE BY KIWII OF BTN

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"How are things?"

Thornkit regarded him with judgmental, distant eyes, the color of his irises having changed since Grimpaw had last visited. What had once been blue had now become a handsome shade of orange, his kitten-like appearance very nearly all gone, the once overly fluffy buff ball of attitude had grown into an even bigger overly fluffy buff tom, who looked more like a young adult than a squirming, squealing kit. Shrugging light shoulders, Thornkit was momentarily at a loss as to what to say to Grimpaw.

Upon sighting him, he had felt the back of his throat sting as though he had swallowed something unpleasant, and his gut had twisted with a mixture of disappointment and anger, as though he completely blamed Grimpaw for his negligence and on no accounts planned to forgive him. But then Grimpaw did something the others never did, and that was treat him like an equal.

Deciding to cautiously shift out of his standoffish behavior, Thornkit lifted his gaze from the floor and fixed Grimpaw with a nonchalant expression. "Nothing much. Ashkit and Oak-kit and I are ready to become apprentices." I had kinda hoped you'd be my mentor, but you're still just an apprentice. On the plus side, that meant they should be sharing a den, but on the downside, Grimpaw would become a warrior far sooner than they would become warriors, and as such, it was highly likely that the sober gray and white time would simply forget him all over again, this time possibly for good.