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southernpaw glanced from luminescentlight to poprock, her eyes wide.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] Klondike appeared to be imitating a shadow, lingering around the corners of the group, silent and unnoticed. Though he wouldn't show it, he was feeling a bit uneasy. His minty eyes didn't flash with worry or fear, and instead remained dull and empty while his mind was racing. What was wrong with Poprock? Something was off. [/fancypost] |
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]PRETENDING HE'S HEARTLESS[/fancypost]
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"Stop! Stop, there must be something wrong!" the three moon old MCA mewed stopping infront of the tortie. Maybe she was schizofrenic? Hm. Anyways, she wasn't directing this at the other healers, but the others. "Lll...lavender? Would that help, Lumi? Poppy seeds aren't safe for kittens, right?"
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southernpaw looked at poppaw worriedly. "what is it saying? are you okay?" southy couldn't help wondering if the apprentice had grown insane, but she quickly shook it away. of course not. this cat was perfectly sane.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#AFC7CD; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]POPROCK``[size=7pt] Poprock shivered. "I-It says it wants to comfort me. But, let it in and all it does is want to hurt for no reason..." She grit her teeth, ears swiveling back. "And my head hurts all the time because I think I've been here before, and I know everyone, but I can't remember!" [/fancypost] |
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]AND SHE THINKS SHE'S MADE OF CANDY[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#EAF4FA; height: 340px; width: 440px; borderwidth=0px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]LYING WITH A GUN ACROSS HIS CHEST[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] Klondike had to do something, right? He stepped n nervously. "Listen, Poprock. All that means is that the voice is a liar. And what do you do with a liar? You don't listen to them. They are to be ignored," He advised, before turning to Habby. "Lavender... Lavender would help if she was anxious, or in shock. But I'm not sure how to tell if she is..." He turned to Lumi, nonexistent eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Any ideas...? If she's got a headache, maybe a couple of poppy seeds, or maybe borage leaves...?" He was at least trying. He had been trained a small bit, though he hadn't seen Lurid in a while, but he only knew the basics. [/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=#AFC7CD; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]POPROCK``[size=7pt] She shook her head. Her head hurt more, and she looked up desperately at Klondike. "I know you. Right? Please say yes. Even if I'm crazy, just... Lie to me for a bit! I've seen you before, haven't I...?" Under a different name, she was sure she had talked with him. Seen him smile and deny it right after. Her green eyes were filled with fear and tears, looking desperate to find some kind of rock. [/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=#EAF4FA; height: 340px; width: 440px; borderwidth=0px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]LYING WITH A GUN ACROSS HIS CHEST[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] Klondike nodded. He didn't have to lie there. "Yes. You know me. We've met," HE confirmed, hoping that it at least helped a small bit. His hollow, mint-green eyes searched Poprock's green ones for any sign of abnormality. [/fancypost] |
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| [img width=200 height=300]http://imageshack.us/a/img194/2752/zn6c.png[/img] | [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; height: 250px; overflow:auto; width: 300px; font-family: georgia;][size=8] ooc } She had never seen an insane cat before, but Luminescentlight shook her head. This darling was not insane. Snapping back to attention, she forced herself to be calm, but the persistent twitching of her whiskers told otherwise. A slow nod and a brief gleam of pride showed she agreed with the two medicine cat apprentices. "Lavender, try chamomile, it will soothe her, and feverfew, if you can, it's especially good for headaches." |
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[fancypost bgcolor=#AFC7CD; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]POPROCK``[size=7pt] A fleeting relief flashed through her before she pressed on. Maybe he was being honest. "I wasn't Poprock then. I can't have been. What was my name?" Now she could remember that Poprock wasn't her true name, why it had given her a sense of anger whenever she recalled it. It had been an unwanted nickname from someone. [/fancypost] |
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]AND SHE THINKS SHE'S MADE OF CANDY[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#EAF4FA; height: 340px; width: 440px; borderwidth=0px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]LYING WITH A GUN ACROSS HIS CHEST[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] Klondike wasn't lying, though they hadn't met a lot. He had only talked to her briefly, and it wasn't exactly a in-depth conversation. The black and white kitten didn't believe in lying, and though he hated this name for it reminding him of a certain somebody that he didn't care for one bit, it was her name. "Butterkit. Your name was Butterkit," He replied simply. It was a name just like his brother's, but it was better because her name didn't refer to a chubby, whiny moron. It was better. Luminescentlight's comment barely registered in Klondike's ears, as he was far too absorbed in trying to keep Poprock focused. Though he did mumble something along the lines of: "Yeah... Lavender..." [/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=#AFC7CD; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]POPROCK``[size=7pt] "Butterkit..." Yes. Yes, that was it. This was TidalClan, her home. Her name had been Butterkit, and her mother was Twilightmoon, her father was Callingmurder, and she had seven other sisters. She had been taken to PhantomClan, her memory wiped, but not wholly. Clarity relaxed her body before everything stiffened, her small body going ridged, and her bright green eyes dulled. "Oh, how boring. She figured it out." It sounded so much like her, yet so little. Butters grinned, twisted, and began to cackle, gazing up at Klondike. "You are a bothersome cat, aren't you? Well, no matter. I am Poprock, and just know I'll be back. Maybe not tomorrow, or the next day. Maybe in a few hours." She giggled. "I just like to keep everyone on their toes." And that was it. Butterkit stumbled limply for a moment, and the spirit was gone. She looked up, confused. Her head didn't hurt. Or... Had it been hurting? Everything in these past few weeks, months, had been a blur. "... Why is everyone looking at me?" [/fancypost] |
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]AND SHE THINKS SHE'S MADE OF CANDY[/fancypost]
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"i don't think this is a headache," southernpaw murmured to herself quietly. she stood in the shadows, staring wordlessly at poprock. what was up with her? was she okay? it was after what seemed like minutes that poprock said something. she seemed confused. finally speaking southy responded carefully, "you were just complaining about a headache, remember?" she said the words gently. [b]"we were worried. that's all. are you feeling better?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] Klondike stayed silent for a long moment. Should he tell her the truth? It would be safer if he did, but so ething told him not to... Oh well, its not like would listen to that part of him. "You were posessed," He responded bluntly, blinking calmly as he said so. [/fancypost] |
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"p-possessed?" even if she were not the cat whom had learned this, or been told that it was because of that that she had such a bad headache, she couldn't help but stuttering slightly. it was more of disbelief than anything else. she had only seen one possessed cat, and sadly, that cat had been possessed by a very evil cat, and that cat had been very important to the clan.
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Possessed? How would a cat became possessed? Suddenly Mel was full of questions but she pushed them away to ask one question, "So what can we do to help?" she asked, looking at Klondike. Hopefully they didn't have to watch or something, because that would be boring. [/fancypost] |
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southernpaw swallowed the lump of doubt in her throat. "who is she p-possessed by?" she asked klondike carefully, feeling self-concious about talking right in front of poprock about her.
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