Take a Chance [o]n Me :: Sharven Returns

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    [color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
    We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.




    It had all been so confusing. One day he had been the victor over Deathwish's horrible rule over the Skull camp. The next, his mind was empty. Had he wandered off? Had he been taken? Sharven couldn't honestly say one way or the other. The grey tabby tom could not even surmise how much time had passed since his paws last carried him to the mouth of the caves. He shuddered, worrying about what had happened while he was away.


    It had been a fugue-like state. One day he was here, one day he was gone. Who knew what he had done or where he had gone. Could this have been the aftermath of Deathwish's mind controlling? Had he damaged Sharven's mind that badly?


    Returning home, he was in search of answers and explanation. He had heard rumors of the moving of homes that happened for the Skull. No longer roving the caves, they lived on a beach with a ship. He had set off at once to find them.


    Sharven paused, worrying about how to approach his return as he approached what he now knew to be the new camp. Clearing his throat, he called to anyone near.


    "Skull cats... I've come home."


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    [size=7pt]Madame Nova
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    [size=7pt]So, it looks like someone as returning. Good for them, finding their way back home. She knew that she would never.




    Nova was heading back to camp with her fresh skins, already sprinkled with aquamarine shavings. It was her super senses that had heard the calm tomcat.




    Swerving away from her path, she headed towards the tom with a great deal of respect, since something about him made her feel like she should respect him.




    Hello. I suppose you have lived here, before? The muscular serval meowed. My apologies. I am not known of the leader's before Voltaire, so respect given.[/size][/fancypost]

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    ❝ Who am I but the worst? ❞
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 200px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: white; text-align: justify;]"Good to see you've returned, Sharven," the second in command stated calmly as he approached, his whiskers twitching slightly in otherwise masked surprise. He, of course, remembered the feline's rule in their group clearly, even though he had been young at the time - then again, he was promoted back to herb/apothecary, so he couldn't have been that old.


    Clearing his throat slightly as he realized that he wouldn't be recognizable the way he was, the flame point stated, "I am Collateral Damage, simply in another body. My name has become Bismuth." His blue gaze narrowed analytically as he waited for Sharven to respond, to see if he had changed since his disappearance.
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    "Welcome, I'm Del Vallo, one of the deckhands or cats in training. I came here back in the summer so I'm still kinda new here," meowed the ginger tom, padding up to join his fellow shipmates. His golden eyes were warm and welcoming and he faced Sharven as he offered, "If you like, I will give you a tour around the territory as well as fill you in on important information."

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    [color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
    We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.




    [font=georgia]Sharven nodded. "That would be most agreeable."


    For a tom so used to the darkness and solitude of the caves, Sharven was hesitant to accept this new home. Change was neither something he liked, nor something he was good at. He shook out his pelt, trying to make himself look less worn and ragged.


    "Voltaire... He is still alive and well?" He added.


    He looked at the new Collateral in front of him. He would never have believed something like this before Deathwish or before what he had been through in the last span of time. Still, it was a bit hard to swallow.


    "I hope you. An catch me up on what has happened to you over a mouse sometime, Damage." He replied [\font]


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    "Yes. Actually Voltaire is our leader," replied Del Vallo. "And from what I have heard from the others a lot of things have changed from the way things used to be over a year ago. I cannot give a comparison of what Skulls is like now compared to how it used to be, but it's a way that works with most everyone."

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    ❝ Who am I but the worst? ❞
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 200px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: white; text-align: justify;]"The one major change is that females are more equal," the flame point stated with a swish of his tail; he supposed he'd better catch Sharven up to speed on this before anything else. "It's much easier for them to become a wench - the typical rank, equivalent to 'warrior' in proclans and the same as our 'crew' rank for those males. They can also become a semi-high position," Bismuth explained, his gaze neutral. He did, indeed, wonder how the former leader would take this news.


    Nodding, the former healer stated, "It would take more than a mouse to share the tale of what's happened to me. But I would not be opposed to discussing it."
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    To be honest, she didn't quite miss or truely remmeber Sharven. Sure she remembered his demotion. But she was trans, how could she be over joyed at his return when she saw him the cat tying skull in it's sexist ways? But oh well. "Hewo," she greeted, flowers behind her ear.

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    IC♥ Staying a little back, Eris simply watching the scene play out. If those things had changed.... She had better stay away until she was sure he was alright with those changes. The Eurasian lynx didn't want to be the one to get harmed if he had an outburst. Of course Eris wasn't scared. She was rather brave. But a former ruler attacking a female wouldn't be good at all. "Hello," The Eurasian lynx greeted Sharven, shoving her thoughts away.










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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]"See for yourself Sharven. Alive, breathing, and well." The leader meowed padding out of the ship, his yellow eyes looking pretty happy that Sharven had returned. "Welcome back." The brown tabby added.

    #mangoism
    Peter joined the little gathering, green gaze swinging wildly over Sharven. This guy was a former high position? Cool! The lilac smoke had joined the past summer and grown up under Voltaire and Damage, never even thinking that there was such a thing as before them. "Heeey."

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    [color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
    We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.




    Sharven could not attempt to hide the smirk that crossed his face when Voltaire arrived. He was certainly a sight for sore eyes. There would be comradery in what they had been through together, he felt. Voltaire knew just what being controlled by Deathwish felt like.


    To be respectful in a camp that was no longer his, he first greeted the others with nods and hellos. It was not all too shocking what was happening with the she-cats to him. He felt the tides turning before he had left, but he had imagined it going the other way. It would take getting used to, but this was his home and he owed his life to some of these cats. He would abide.


    “I’ll make sure it is a big mouse,” he said to the changed Damage.


    To Voltaire, he swished his tail and stood, dipping his head low in a sign of respect and loyalty.


    “Voltaire, my old friend. It gladdens me to see you doing well. It sure as hell makes me glad to be back with the Skull.”


    He glanced around, his golden eyes scanning the group for any rejection. “Of course, if you will have me.”



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    "I'll show you around," Del Vallo offered, not sure how long ago it had been since Sharven left. "And you can get to know some of the cats who got here after you left."

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    "Shawven, Siwr. What do yous thiwnk of twrannies?" the apothecary asked cautiously, narrowing her eyes slightly.

    [font=trebuchet ms]The white tiger cub hung back, his pale blue eyes fixed alertly upon the former leader. Or current leader, if Voltaire decided to reinstate him. Having not been alive when Sharven ruled, Kaelan had no memory of the gray tomcat's leadership. Deciding it was best to stay silently neutral, he sat.

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    ❝ Who am I but the worst? ❞
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 200px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: white; text-align: justify;]"Of course you're welcomed back," the flame point stated with a scoff, as if turning the former leader away would be completely nonsensical. Nodding to Sharven, he added, "I'll hold you to that. I'll also hold you to sharing what happened to you during your time away."
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    [color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
    We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.




    What happened? It was a question Sharven would like to know, himself.


    "I'd gladly tell you, if I knew." He replied. "I was here. Deathwish was dead. I had killed him. I started to have headaches soon after. I know I was leading a meeting here... All the Skull had gathered int eh caves. After, I started walking. After that, I can't tell you much more. I just walked and walked and suddenly I realized I was no where near home. When I was lucid, I tried to figure out happened; tried to find my way back. I would fall asleep at night and wake up somewhere else. I never knew how long I had been sleeping. The headaches kept getting worse and worse. I felt like I lost more and more time between when I was lucid and when I wasn't."


    He paused, knowing just how bizarre his story would sound.


    "And then, I found a plant -- it was yew. I knew that yew would kill me, and I knew not to eat it... When I was aware of myself the next daylight, I found traces of it in my pelt. I still don't know if I ate it, or what happened, but it was on my maw and in my fur... all over my paws. I was certain I would die. I began to notice I wasn't losing time anymore. My head no longer hurt so blindingly that I couldn't think. Whatever happened had cured me... and I knew I had to find my way back home."


    He let out a soft, ironic chuckle. "You didn't make it easy... Moving camp and all."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"Natsu says welcome back," the golden kit nodded, sitting next to his friend Colbalt. He didn't know much about the returning member, but he seemed to be well-known.

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    Cobalt flickered her ear in annoyence. Why hadn't Sharven answered? Now the trangendered apothecary wanted to know, very much so. But she let it go, hoping the co/ex leader would answe her.