Snowcrystal of Thunderclan- hehe he… You'll find out :) He's in fighting for love and hope as well, and hates Cynthia and Leon, that give you a clue? :D

Unicorn brownies- Of course they still can! Cleo has the biggest crush on Leroy! Even bigger than the crush Cynthia had on Leon! :D

Echo in the Whispering Wind- Sure! I can write the full story :) It might take a bit but yeah I can!

Random Moments :)

Seizures

"Mom! Cleo's having a seizure!" Lixa yelled to her mother from upstairs where she and her siblings had been playing a game before her younger sister had collapsed, convulsing uncontrollably, lying on her stomach, her face pressed into the carpet. Cynthia dropped what she was doing and sprinted up the stairs, running over and kneeling next to her youngest, watching her while ushering her siblings away after carefully turning her head so she wasn't suffocating in the carpet. Miles crying and trying to reach his sister through his other sister's hold.

"It's okay, Miles," Cynthia told her three year old, "Can you keep calm for me?" She asked and he sniffled huddling into his other sister's embrace and waiting. Cleo kept convulsing, making a horrible gagging and gasping noise over and over as she seized and twitched, finally with a loud sudden gasp she stopped seizing, gasping in every few breaths while Cynthia gently stroked her daughter's dark brown hair. "It's okay, Cleo, it's okay," she soothed, stroking her daughter's hair. Cleo's green eyes cracked open, barely open, half way rolled and unfocused as she stared blankly at her mother, her breathing settling into short deeper breaths that sounded almost like she was roughly snoring. "It's okay," Cynthia soothed, "Cleo, you're okay." Cleo lifted part of her arm, her breathing steadying out. Cynthia carefully lifted Cleo's arm closer up towards her face in a more comfortable position, "Cleo, you're okay."

That how it went for the next few minutes, Cleo half conscious but not at all aware of what was going on around her. Finally they got some response from her, Cleo jerkily lifted her arm to weakly rub her eyes before letting it drop and opening her eyes to look at her mother, green eyes exhausted. "You're okay, Cleo," Cynthia told her, gently taking a blanket and wrapping it around her, "Do you want to go sleep?" She asked the small child who just stared at her, not quite understanding what she had said. Cynthia waited another minute or two, rubbing her daughter's back as she spit up a generous amount of saliva before focusing on her mother, a rattling whimper emerged from her throat and Cynthia smiled reassuringly at her, "Do you want to go sleep?" She slowly asked one more time, and this time got a response, Cleo weakly rubbed at one of her eyes and nodded slightly. Cynthia carefully tucked the blanket tighter around her youngest and gently picked her up, going downstairs to sit in the recliner in the living room with it partially reclined, Cleo settled quietly in her lap, green eyes closing as she fell asleep due to her exhaustion from the seizure.

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Leon returned from work an hour or so later and found his family all downstairs, the other kids watching a movie to distract Miles while Cynthia sat in the recliner, gently rocking it and reading a book with one hand, the other stroking her daughter's hair, Cleo was asleep in her lap, her head resting against her mother's chest, small hand near her face, green eyes closed. "Hey, I'm home!" Leon smiled at his family, grinning as the three other kids rushed over to say hello, Flynx got there first, the hyperactive child bouncing around and hugging his father multiple times, too excited to be quiet.

"Shh," Cynthia reprimanded the other kids, "Cleo's sleeping you three, so keep your voices down."

The three kids reluctantly quieted down and settled on hugging their father's legs and getting a hug from him instead of making a lot of noise and waking up their sister. After the three kids went back to their movie, Leon went over to his wife and leaned over, gently kissing her hello before ruffling his daughter's hair, "Was everything alright today?" He asked, sitting on the armrest of the recliner.

"Cleo had another seizure," Cynthia replied, continuing to read her book and stroke her daughter's hair, completely unfazed by the whole thing, she was used to it by now, three years of Cleo having seizures made it a normal thing in that particular household.

Roses fix everything don't they?

Flynx grinned an excitable grin at his friend, multicolored eyes bright and amused, "Yep, I'm ninety-five percent color blind, can't see any color besides, blue, gray, white, and black." He grinned, drumming his fingers on his desk while bouncing his leg and twirling a pencil between the fingers of his other hand.

"You're crazy." Alex sighed, jotting down a few notes in his notebook, head propped up on one hand.

"Who asked you?" Lixa snapped scathingly, the seventeen-year-old girl defending her brother as she alternated between sketching and taking notes.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way," Alex backtracked quickly, hoping not to upset his blonde friend, "I just meant that your family has a lot of quirks, with half of your siblings color blind and Flynx being really hyper all the time." He jotted down a few more notes, looking at Lixa through nervous amber eyes, probably worried about getting his butt kicked by his female friend, who was like her mother and had enough strength for it to be almost weird.

Lixa gave an indignant huff and ignored him, turning towards her younger brother comparing notes with him instead of Alex.

A wide grin broke out on Flynx's face as he looked over his sister's shoulder at the messy haired ginger, 'You so put your foot in your mouth with that one.' He mouthed to him when his sister was looking at the front of the classroom.

'I know.' Alex mouthed back, trying to think of some way to get back into her good books, 'What am I going to do?'

'Draw a pretty picture my friend.' Flynx replied before ducking as his sister weakly smacked him upside the head when she caught him mouthing the words to their friend.

Alex just stared at his baseball-capped friend, not sure what to draw and what he was talking about. Then he looked down at the sketchbook beside his notes, the open page blank and clean, an eraser lying on top of it like it was waiting for him to use it. Hiding the sketchbook he started to draw while trying to keep up with his notetaking.

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When the bell rang, Alex carefully folded up his drawing before he tucked it into Lixa's sketchbook as she dragged her brother over to the teacher to ask her a question with her younger brother at her side. Alex caught Flynx's eyes and discreetly nodded as he tucked his things into his backpack and slung it over one shoulder, silently slipping out of the classroom on his way to meet up with his other friends and check on his siblings.
Flynx watched him leaving, already zoning out and drumming his fingers on his backpack strap. "Come on Lixa! We're going to be last again for the third day in a row!" He complained, pulling at his sister's arm, his competitive side emerging as he hoped to beat their cousins and other friends to the haven.
"In a minute FLynx!" Lixa hissed back at him before listening to the teacher explain something to her, "Oh! That makes a lot more sense, thanks Clark!" She said to her uncle before Flynx dragged her back to their shared table, dumped her things into her backpack besides her sketchbook -which she snatched out of his hands before her could- and pulled her out the door.

"We're winning this time!" He insisted, racing down the stairs two at a time while his older sister nearly tripped on a stair behind him.

"Slow down you maniac!"

"I want to win!-"

"Too late!" Caylee grinned from her position at the table where all nine of the teenage cousins were seated, each doing something different, Caylee was the only one really focused on everyone, Minerva was reading a book, Kia had headphones on and was listening to something as she munched on her lunch, the boys -besides Connor- were arguing about what soccer team was better, and Maylea and Hailey were giggling together about something or other, probably boys.

"Oh come on!" Flynx wilted, hanging his head in defeat once again, "I really wanted to win, Lixa!" He whined as he and his sister took their seats at the table, Flynx slouching in the padded chair.

"Sorry, Flynx," Lixa apologized to her brother, settling in her seat and opening her sketchbook, "I had a question I wanted answered… What's this?" She had noticed the folded up drawing.

"I don't know, but we're dead last again!" Flynx whined, pulling a cheese stick out of his backpack and moodily taking a bite, bouncing his leg and drumming his fingers on the table.

Lixa ignored him again, unfolded the paper canvas and faltering, hazel eyes widening in surprise and shock. Sketched neatly on the sheaf of paper was a realistic looking rose, thorns and all. Written at the bottom in his usually messy handwriting was the words, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset, I tend to speak without thinking, forgive me?' ~Art Master Connor. Lixa's hazel eyes soften and she looks up in time to catch sight of Alex who was just leaving the building to one of the other ones. 'Of course I forgive you Alex you doofus,' Lixa thought, looking back down at the realistic, pencil drawn and shaded rose. 'You know I like roses.'

Flynx glanced over at his sister and grinned, stopping the whining to be content with his sister's temporary contentment. How long it was going to last? Nobody knew.

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On impulse… Okay, Now it's just awkward

Cleo studied her friend silently, her green eyes taking in his slouched and nervous posture, like he expected her to smack him for giving her something jewelry related. Miles looked between them, not sure what to say or do, this whole situation was extremely awkward, from both the emotions between his stubborn sister and his meek friend. It was their birthday today, Cleo and Miles' and so far it had been great, with it being a Friday and a short day as well. But the tenseness between the three sixteen year olds was thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Rix was sitting quietly at his handler's converse clad feet, looking up at her and nuzzling the pant leg of her jeans, making sure she was still aware of what was going on.

Cleo looked down at the small golden pendant in her hands, it wasn't a locket but had the words, My first friend engraved in the shiny ruby in the center of the teardrop shaped pendant. "Um… I don't know what to say." Cleo said sheepishly, getting a snort from her brother and a nervous chuckle from Leroy, "I really don't."

"Do you like it?" Leroy asked her, sunset colored eyes partially hidden by his messy blonde hair as he tilted his head down and scuffed the ground with the toe of his hightops.

"Of course," Cleo smiled warmly at him, still confused on what to do about it. An idea came to mind and she didn't really think about it too much, "I can't do clasps though," She admitted with a faint blush, and her brother stared at her in surprise, Cleo didn't blush, she never did and he had never seen it in his life.

"I can help you with it," Leroy said tentatively, looking back up at her, raising his eyes to hers.

"If you wouldn't mind," Cleo smiled and handed him the pendant before turning around and brushing her auburn hair away from her neck. Leroy managed not to fumble with the clasp, undoing it and putting the necklace on around his friend's neck, standing behind her to do so.

"There," He said quietly, moving to stand partially to her left, locking his sunset eyes with her green ones, head tilted down slightly. Cleo stood still, her green eyes a calm shade of gentle aquamarine, one hand gently clasped around the pendant now hanging around her neck.

'I wonder…' Cleo briefly wondered before ceasing the curiosity by impulsively performing the curious action, lifting her head and turning a little more to her left before kissing Leroy, the kiss was sideways with their position and decently uncomfortable, but it wasn't too bad. Miles startled them apart with a surprised yelp and whirling around.

"Ah!" Miles yelped, spinning around and covering his eyes, trying to get the image of his sister kissing their best friend out of his mind, "Oh Starclan, I did not need to see that!" He groaned, pressing his fingers to his closed eyes.

Cleo and Leroy jolted apart, nearly knocking Cleo's glasses off in the process. Cleo blushed heavily and avoided looking at Leroy, shifting her backpack and pushing her glasses further up her nose, fixing the crooked angle they were currently at. She scuffed the ground with the toe of her converse, rubbing Rix's ears and avoiding looking at the boy to her left, too embarrassed and awkward. Leroy looked in the opposite direction, his ears bright red with embarrassment as he also shifted his backpack and looked down at the ground. "Oops." Cleo said awkwardly, frustrated with her impulsiveness once again.

"It's okay." Leroy replied instantly, still not looking at her, just as awkward as she was.

"That's never going away," Miles complained turning back around to face the other two awkward teenagers, his ears also slightly red from his shock and embarrassment at witnessing his sister's first kiss, "That… bleh."

"Sorry, Miles," Cleo mumbled, walking over to her twin brother, "We should get going, Mom's going to have a fit."

"Probably," Miles agreed reaching over and adjusting his sister's glasses back to normal before looking at Leroy, "See ya later Leroy!" He said as they started walking home, Cleo completely silent, feeling awkward around both the boy she had kissed and her brother. "I didn't see that one coming," Miles told his sister as they walked home, his baby blue eyes fixed on her.

"Me either." Cleo sighed a few moments later, rubbing her eyes behind her glasses, "When do I get the new contacts?" She asked, keeping the conversation in safe territory.

"Monday I think, why? Tired of your glasses?" Miles asked, noticing the change in subject and allowing her to get back into her comfort zone.
"I'm tired of trying to rub my eyes and constantly running into my glasses." Cleo replied simply, dropping her arms back to her sides as Rix nudged her in the back of the knee, "I know boy, I know I'm going to be blind in a minute." She told her dog, rubbing his ears as they sped up their pace just a hair.

"That's a good reason to want the contacts," Miles admitted, walking a little faster, hoping to get home before his sister's vision failed.

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Over the weekend Leroy didn't come over and hang out with Miles and Cleo like he usually did, the three had seen each other once that weekend and promised themselves not to do it again. It was extremely awkward, Leroy and Cleo avoiding each other's eyes, acting like the most awkward people in the world. Cynthia was already suspicious, with the absence of the boy who was always there at their house, hanging out with the twins, having a sleepover with them, or coming over to take them places. Seeing them all together on Monday confirmed it, Leroy and Cleo were avoiding each other, being around each other but awkwardly ignoring the other person's presence. After school, she decided to take action, giving the three teenagers a suggestion on going to the park.

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Cynthia stopped her son from following her daughter and her friend, "they need to work it out on their own Miles, as much as you wish you could help them figure it out they have to do it on their own."

"Why? Cleo and I do everything together!" Miles complained, watching his sister look back at him in confusion, wondering why he wasn't coming with her. Leroy glanced back as well, the two pausing to look back at their brother and or friend, not understanding why he wasn't coming. Cynthia gave her daughter an assuring look and the teenager seemed to understand when she took a deep breath and continued walking away from her twin brother, Leroy walking beside her, their shoulders brushing occasionally.

"Because you can't help your sister decide what she feels Miles," Cynthia told her youngest son, "Leroy may be your friend but Cleo's got other feelings for him, and she needs to figure it out without your help."
"But mom!"

"No buts about it young man," Cynthia replied, her tone both amused and serious, "You have a lot of schoolwork to do and I better see all of it completed and turned in this week."
"I'll get started on it now." Miles mumbled, walking back into the house and trudging up the stairs.

Cynthia watched her daughter disappear out of sight, 'Be brave Cleo, you can figure it out angel, don't follow my example, it only leads to more heartache.'

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"So…" Cleo said awkwardly, looking at her friend through the corner of her eye, "I kissed you…"

"Yeah…" Leroy replied just as awkward, shifting his weight slightly.

"This is awkward." Cleo sighed, attempting to restrain her impulsive nature as she briefly wondered about something else that would probably make it even more awkward.

"Yeah."

"Are you going to say anything else? I can say I'm sorry till the moon and back but it won't do squat."

"What do you want me to say?" Leroy asked her, looking over at her, "I don't know what to say and whether you will get upset or not."

"How about… did you like it?" Cleo asked timidly, strangely timid for her boisterous nature.

"I don't know-"

"I did." Cleo said, her voice wavering just slightly as she said it, "I liked it… a lot."

"It was… nice?" Leroy said, grasping for the right words, "It was really nice, I guess I liked it too?" He said his tone soft and unsure.

"I've never been kissed before." Cleo mumbled, not looking at him as she spoke.

"That was your first kiss?" Leroy asked her in surprise, with Cleo's attitude and looks he had always guessed she had been kissed plenty of times.

"Yeah, I guess I was saving it." Cleo shrugged slightly, still not looking at him. "What about you?"

"Same." Leroy replied and this time it was Cleo who was surprised, Leroy was a sports player and it would make sense that he had been kissed before as well.

"I want the awkwardness to go away." Cleo mumbled, "It's stupid. Just because I have a crush on you doesn't mean it should be awkward." She mumbled, hardly noticing her slip up.

Leroy looked over at her, "You… have a crush on me?"He asked in surprise and a little bit of shock. Cleo shrugged in reply, a faint blush lighting up her cheeks and she didn't respond, choosing to instead, kick a small pebble down the street. "I have a crush on you too." He blurted rather quickly, walking a little faster to avoid looking over at her.

Cleo stared in shock for a few moments before rushing to catch up to him and tentatively grasping his hand, "then we're on the same page," She said firmly, looking at him, green eyes twinkling adoringly, "Maybe more than friends in the future?" She asked a bit confidently.

"Of course," Leroy grins back at her, lacing their fingers together and smiling wider as she stepped closer their shoulders brushing, Cleo softly swinging their joined hands.