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[Dancer]

Snow fell gently from the cloudy white sky, and settled softly on the pavement. It was sparkling beautifully and childrens laughs echoed round the streets. A warm glow emanated from the two-leg nests, falling on the slowly darkening world outside. The two-legs had found ways to be immune to the winter cold. It was a picturesque scene from any perspective, but the figure that walked there was far from pretty. If you stopped to think about it, he was quite a handsome tom, but when you gave him just a frightened glance, he was quite a menacing figure. The toms walked was nervous, and spoke volumes more about his personality than his size, he was almost as big as a dog physically, but his ferocity was more rabbit sized. He was only in twoleg-place to think, few of the generally soft kittypets would distrub him, and they were the only cats that lived there. His large dark brown eyes were miserable, and if you looked at his paws you could see they were being dragged along the tarmac. There was also the fact he was walking on a thunderpath. He looked like a kit that had lost its mother. I wish mum would appear and tell me what I should do, or just someone to talk to, to find out what they think.... He knew the real reason he wanted someone was because, despite his size, muscles and fitness, he needed someone to support him, someone to help. He was lonely.

[kelsey .]

[[Nahla is to be Kuvua's mate, but she and your cat can be good friends...]]

The lovely brown she-cat had skirted the edge of Twoleg territory. Nasty, vermin. She thought, staring into a particularly huge Twoleg Mansion. She hadn't spotted any kittypets, but those Twoleg lovers could be anywhere. They weren't illusive or quiet, as she, but they were soft with their paws at times. She stared out into the path of monster, as she always called it. No cars had gone by in a while, and she watched the sun sink behind the mountains. I will go across those mountain someday, She thought, her will strong. She suddenly heard a dragging of feet, drag, drag, moan, drag. Lazy kittypets, she thoughts, but omething told her otherwise. She walked onto the path, and what she saw astonished her-a moping cat the size of a dog. She felt placid almost, frozen to spot, like the ice on a tree. She almost called out, but her mouth was firmly shut. Nahla almost lost her kind. But she took a step forward. The sky darkened a notch. "Hello?"

[Brambleclaw]

[[Actually, he and Panya are to be mates soon...]]

"I hate being treated like trash!"
"Well stop acting like it!"
"You treat me like I'm nothing more than your security!"
"If you were a real father, you'd not be minding keeping your family safe!"
"Family? Is that what you call your little gang? They're your kits, but I am your mate!"
"Not even my real family! I should never have left!"
"Like you had much choice. You were the only one who didn't fight!"
"I was protecting the little ones!"
"By hiding like a rat?"
"Ugh!!!"

Panya walked around the corner of the alley fast, not wanting to be stopped. She didn't feel like running, but she didn't feel like walking. She rounded another corner, wishing to be alone. He got on her nerves all the time now. She was uncomfortable, in an unfamiliar place, and she needed his protection. He shouldn't act so childish! Panya wanted to escape and go home, back to Africa, back to everything. She hated how bad change had made things. And Jua had kept running off, another cat she had suspected. But eventually she had apologized and begged him to come back to her. He had, but once again the fighting had began. She wished that he would just stop talking forever and become a statue in the corner. He could forever guide and watch her without being a disturbance.

Then she thought about Majani. He was getting along very well with his new mate. Prissy or Princy or Princess or whatever her name was, she sounded sweet and loving. A good mate for the happy tom. Farasi, on the other hand, had become a little less connected since their move. He had left behind a very pretty she-cat whom he had loved very much. The queen felt bad for her brother-in-law and his missing love. Would he ever find another? With a sigh, she kicked a rock and kept walking. Suddenly, she bumped into something. Looking up, she noted a large tomcat.
"My apologies." Panya said quietly.

[Dancer]

Last Hope of Dawn turned with a yowl as someone bumped into him, and backed away hissing before noticing that there were two cats and that both looked friendly. "Um, h-hello." He looked faintly pathetic as he stuttered out the words, hoping that he hadn't seriously offended either of them. He looked at them slightly curiously, wondering whether he should introduce himself first or let them. His eyes were showing his feelings rather too much, and he knew that they would think him a wimp. Yet another reason why evil is better..... Why can't I be evil? It was a slightly strange thought for a cat like him, but he did wish he could be evil. He thought it was slightly unfair that he had to be good. With the hopes of looking more reasonable, and less kit-like, he stepped forwards again, his paws crunching down on the snow in front of him, making enough noise too wake the dead. Suddenly he remembered, "Oh! Sorry, apologies accepted." He looked at the other cat, a pretty brown she-cat, then back to the cat who had bumped into him. I wonder if either of them are evil? Would it be polite to ask? He thought about it for a moment, then decided it would be very rude

[Brambleclaw]

"Sorry. I'm in another world." She said with a sigh, sitting down and flicking her tail unhappily. How Panya wanted to start ranting, but she knew it would be very rude. So she just sat and waited for someone to say or do something that might spark a conversation.

[kelsey .]

[[Okay, B-claw. Dancer, perhaps Last Hope and Nahla could be mates?]]

Nahla flicked her tail. "Well." she said awkwardly. She eyed Panya. clu,sy, stupid cat. she thought sourly, tossing her head up regally. she smiled at the huge cat. "i'm Nahla." ashe introduced herself, eyes sparkling. "What's your name?" she pointed directly at the huge, handsome male. she wanted to ignore this kittypet. Why did wierd things always have to happen to her? she wanted to melt away like a snowflake on a rock. But she stood, rooted to the ground.shaking her head, she looked up sweetly, cutely, at the tomcat.

[Brambleclaw]

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Panya remained silent, sensing some icy feelings in Nahla. Bitter cold, Panya only suspected that the she-cat thought her a clumsy kittypet. And she was. But the she-cat could've card less what the youthful kitten had to say or think of the Queen. After all, how many cats here were from Africa? And how many were being illegally sold black-market style? How many? Hmmm? Panya hadn't met a single other cat outside her family group. She decided to introduce herself after the tom had. He was rather dashing, and his kitten-like charm reminded Panya a little bit of Jua back before he had become so defensive and stone-like. And rude. This tom certainly didn't come off as any of those. Hopefully.

[kelsey .]

[[OH. I thought you met Kuvua and Panya... sorry!!!! I'll post after Dancer]]

[Brambleclaw]

[[Kuvua is Panya's son!!!! x.x]]

[Dancer]

Last Hope OF Dawn sat down on the icy tarmac of the thunderpath, shivering slightly as he touched the icy cold material, but regaining some of his fragile composier. He nodded slightly at both she-cats, not noticing the hostile feelings coming from Nahla. "I am Last Hope Of Dawn." His voice was steady, though his paws kneaded the ground nervously as he spoke. The slender tabby patterns that marked his obsidian pelt looked incredibly delicate as the cold touch of the elegant snowflakes brushed his broad shoulders, and it was a strangely contradicting to the strong, stoic looking tom's form. He swept his tail round his icy front paws to hide his fidgeting and looked at Nahla, who appeared to him as soft, but cute. He turned his head slightly so he could keep an eye on both of the other cats and steadied his nerves so he could speak again. "It is nice to meet you, both of you." He tried for the same tone as the last time he had spoken, but ended up adding the last bit as a worried after thought that was rushed and hurried. His eyes were big and caring-ly worried - cute, in a kittenish way.

[Brambleclaw]

Panya purred softly.
"I am Panya, I live in the mansion down the road." She nodded with a smile, flicking her tail toward the place she called 'home.' It would never actually be home, though, and she feared she may never again see her birthplace in Africa. She had never thought about the fact that her kits had never seen Africa, and probably never would. She sighed inwardly, wishing she had never been caught nor brought here.

The darkest cave could not penetrate through this eerie black. She had never seen a dark so terrifyingly still. Everyone held their breath. The small cage cramped with three toms and a pregnant she-cat. The illegal selling of endangered African Wildcats was not something Panya had expected, but she had been too comfortable with herself. And now she was going to starve in a cage next to her mate and his brothers. Why? Would she ever see the lights of Africa again? Why?