born to be WILD. (laurel)

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i'm in the business of misery
let's take it from the top
she's got a body like an hourglass
it's ticking like a clock

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laurelkit

it's a matter of time she-cat
before we all run out three moons
when i thought he was mine eclipseclan
she caught him by the mouth kit

i waited eight long months
she finally set him free
i told him i couldn't lie
he was the only one for me

Four chubby paws carry this kitten towards you. This chubbiness is mainly due to her immense amount of fur. Laurelkit's paws are delicately formed, a darker slit seperating each toe. Inside each, a set of sharp white claws is hidden. Despite their size, they can still pack quite a painful blow - you have been earned. Laurelkit's limbs are haired in a long, fluffy down that makes her seem twice as large as she really is. But not large in a collasal way; more like a big, fluffy cloud. Laurelkit's shoulders are fairly muscular for a newborn kitten, a trait she gained from her mother. They slid backward into her spine, which is similarly hidden beneath layers of silky fur. Her tail is a short brush of soft fur, a rainbow of colour. Laurelkit's muzzle is slightly longer than the average's kits, but this only gives her a more mature look that does not fit her plsyful personality. Her nose is small and coloured a musky bark-brown. Her eyes are two ovals, pushed onto their sides. They ate rimmed in the same soft brown as her nose. Inside the dark black pupils are set into two pools of leafy-green.

Laurelkit's coat is unmistakably long. It is likely to shorten and become more neat as she grows, due to the hectic lifestyle of clan cat. Nevertheless, for now it is a soft, silky coat that keeps her wonderfully warm even on the coldest of days. It is longest on her back, tail and face, where it smooths out into little tufts. Laurelkit's base coat-colour is a warm, creamy tan colour. This pale colour is overwritten by large patches of sunshine. The whole back end of her body, from her shoulders to her tail-tip, is coloured a deep amber, mingled with brown, but for her hind paws. Her face is similarly masked in this hue, though her muzzle and a section of her brow remain untouched.

two weeks and we
caught on fire
she's got it out for me
but i wear the biggest smile

Laurelkit's personality is like a pot of boiling water, steaming and bubling until it boils over. She is ecstaticly hyper most of the time, running this way and that and talking twenty to the dozen. She can keep going like this for hours without exhausting herself - in fact, Laurelkit never seems to get tired. She is an intensely happy, outgoing, and laidback kitten, and is immnsely friendly and warmhearted. She can be a bit too much for the more timid kits in the nursery, but most adore her. She has a kind, loving heart, and can often be found trying to smooth out a disagreement. Though this is with good intentions, you does have a habit of losing grasp on her short temper and letting it fly away. Laurelkit has a wild, immature sense of humour that can make her seem naughty and childish. She doesn't ever want to grow old enough to be an elder, though at the same time she cannot wait for her apprenticeship. She is a fairly strong, reliable kit, like her mother, though like her father her passion can sometimes get her carried away.

woah, i never meant to brag
but i got him where i want him now
woah, it was never my intention to brag
to steal it all away from you now

Beacanpaw was overjoyed, if a little nervous, when he was given to the clan deputy, Fernpelt, to train. He had always been fairly timid, though his boiling temper was known in EclipseClan like a curse. Fernpelt had always been kind to him, always, and only she had been able to calm him out of his fits of rage; something not even his mother, Scrawltale, could acheive. As Beacanpaw grew up, he felt confused and awkward around Fernpelt. On his eleventh moon, he realised he had fallen in love with her. No, he knew it was not another silly crush - he had really fallen for her. He was heartbroken, knowing she would, or could never love him in return. He completed his training, filled with sadness and isolation, and became Beacansong.

Beacansong remained close to Fernpelt, though after his ceremony she seemed more distant, more awkward, around him. He was mortally embarrased, thinking she had discovered his guilty secret, and stayed away from her. Beacansang later discovered that she was severely hurt by this decision, and began to speak with her again. Eventually, Beacansong blurted his feelings to Fernpelt, in an attempt to explain his secrecy to the bold deputy. Beacansong was gobsmacked to learn that she felt the same way about him, but due to their position she had never admitted her feelings. In a shocked state of happiness, the two cats agreed to be mates. The clan were surprised by this decision, but both cats were of noble blood, so there were no objections.

A few moons later, Fernpelt was surprised to discover she was expecting Beacansong's kits. She knew she would love the kits, no matter what they looked like, but some others made snide remarks about Beacansong's Rex-cat blood. Fernpelt gave birth to a brood of four kits; two toms, two she-cats. One she-cat bore a pitch-black tortoiseshell pelt; she was named Willowkit. One tom, a Rex, bore a coffee-coloured pelt - he was named Brackenkit. The other tom had a coat the colour of tree-bark - he was named Cacaokit. The last she-cat, a tortoiseshell and white like her mother, was named Laurelkit.

but god does it feel so good
cos i got him where i want him now
and if you could then you know you would
cos god it just feels so
it just feels so good

fernstar mother
beaconsong father
willowkit sister
brackenkit, cacaokit brothers

second chances they don't ever matter
people never change
once a wh**re you're nothing more
i'm sorry that'll never change

PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!

and about forgiveness
we're supposed to have exchanged
i'm sorry honey but i'm passin' up
now look this way

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Accepted.