⋆˖⁺‧₊⛧ FATELINGS ™ - VANDALIZING ⛧₊‧⁺˖

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Fatefracture had been restless for too long.. Her paws laid idle, and her body was left fatigued after the stings she had taken by those bees all those nights ago.. Fate was able to preserve the trust of her Rocky - that was graciously apparent - though she knew that she was neglecting her need to address her students.. To continue her teachings.. And that was dangerous. The less time that Fate had with them: guiding them, nurturing them, teaching them - the more likely it was that they were going to stray from their paths. Leave themselves behind. Make room for the warrior’s Squirrelstar wanted to have - ones that didn’t have the touch of a mentor to hone their skills, nor had the mind to think for themselves. To act the way that they wanted to act. To preserve the integrity of her… Fatelings? … Free wills, she had to act quick. And so, with a sudden enthusiasm rushing through her bones and invigorating her spirit, she sprinted from den to den, urging her students to follow her to the outskirts of camp. Not the border - she would rather bend to Urchinclan’s will than to leave any of her kits in harm's way - but a nice, and deserted area. Sitting down, she laid a collection of palm leaves at her side, all carrying different flowers and berries. Perfect for some … art. “My students!” The ginger and brown she-cat cried, a mischievous grin building on her features, absent-mindedly presenting her newly chipped fang, “I fear that it’s been too long since I’ve seen you! We’ve all grown. For our newly made apprentices, we’ve all gained our own suffocating responsibilities, courtesy of our highranks. And for the kits - the chaos has just yet to reach you.” She ended the words with a solemn dip in the head in acknowledgement, before quickly springing herself back to life and continuing: “No matter your rank! I believe each and every one of us deserves to have a bit of fun! Experience what it’s like to be! YOU!” Fatefracture grinned, motioning a paw towards one of the leaves at her side and revealing the natural dyes. “You see the palms, yes? I believe you guys know where I’m going with this …! Take these dyes! Find your canvases! Either it be something as minuscule as a seashell or as grand as the highrock! You want Urchinclan to know that you’re not hindered by its clever tongue and iron grip?” Fatefracture paused as she addressed the cats in her crowd - pleased to have seen how much her little group had grown. The chaos that they would erupt.. The thought brought a bright, passionate grin out of the she-cat as she made her final, loud call: “Make them listen.”

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