YOU WERE THE ONE [talisman/mogar/wishful returning] AND WE CALLED IT LOVE

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]There was a feeling of unease as the three made their way closer to Sunclan territory, after so long searching - their home was long gone and they'd been searching for their clan, ever since all three were plucked up from their patrol and were whisked away by twolegs. Blue had stayed behind - the ex keeper had been pregnant when she was taken, and she'd lost her kits - the calico gave up, and stayed behind, knowing she was destined to become a kittypet.


    In the lead of the three was Mogar, a large, bulky half-bobcat hybrid - he had large paws, thick, red fur, and scars across his whole body. He was returning to not just the clan that saved him, but his Husband, Creeper, and their two sons; Marknutt and Ragehappy.


    Behind was Talisman, son of Vertigo and Lovelace - the once small and skinny tom was now larger and well-built, and even smarter than ever - but that was the point. Even Talisman knew that Wishful and Mogar couldn't keep their hopes up for their mates, and he knew himself that he'd be breaking up with Bombshellpaw. He had no chance that she'd still be with him.


    Then there was Wishfulthinking. Previously a Medic. Now a Vagabond. The tabby had nothing he was looking forward to but Fairydust and his children - but he was terrified. When he was taken away, Fairy had a major injury in her eye, and she had been distancing herself from him - who knows what had happened to him?


    Now all three toms made their way closer to the border, and Talisman moved forward - but Wishful stepped in front of him. "Stop, Talisman - we've been gone for so long, who knows if Sunclan is even the same."

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; color: white;][align=left][justify]Marknutt was doing one of his normal solo hunting trips, looking just about as plain as he now usually looked compared to how he acted before. When three new scents came across his nostrils, he had to go investigate- one seemed oddly familiar, after all.


    Coming up to the three, the cream tom froze his his steps, staring at Mogar. "D-Da-Dad?" the stuttered word left the English cat's maw, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. It was his dad, right? He looked almost the exact same he remembered him!

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]"Mark?" Mogar asked, taking a step forward - and Wishful didn't stop him. He moved forward, running forward up to his son. A grin appeared on his maw, and all of the things he wanted to say vanished from his mind. He moved up, rubbing his head against his son's - and he was awestuck, at how much Mark had grown.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; color: white;][align=left][justify]"O-Oh my fucking god..." It was easy to hear Marknutt's voice crack, and he felt as if he were about to cry as his father rushed toward him. "D-dad, you're back!" A large grin appeared on the tom's facial features, feeling excitement rush through his body.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; color: white;][align=left][justify]"It doesn't matter. You're here now, dad," Mark told him with a wide grin, that suddenly disappeared, the excitement in his eyes leaving to have a simple hollow look.


    Shit. He had to tell him about Creeper.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; color: white;][align=left][justify]"U-Uhm," Marknutt started, avoiding eye contact by looking to the ground. How was he supposed to say this? Why would he even say this at this time? Though... Mogar would find out sooner or later, most likely from his brother if it wasn't from him.


    "Creeper... he's..." Stop being around the bush, Mark! the cream scolded himself mentally, before heaving a sigh and picking his head up. "He's dead."

    [sup]Mogar's eyes shot wide, and his ear twitched. "What?" Mogar asked, horror hidden in his eyes. His Creeper? dead? No, no it couldn't be! his Creeper...

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; color: white;][align=left][justify]The tom-cat slowly nodded his head with a sigh, before shaking it right afterward. "Just a little while ago. You just missed him."

    [sup]Mogar choked, stepping back from his son - and he looked away, sitting down, hunched. Tears started to roll from his eyes, and his voice cracked as he spoke. "He can't. He can't be dead."

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; color: white;][align=left][justify]"I'm so sorry, dad..." Great. Crying. As if Marknutt hadn't done so much of that already. He was drained dry of tears, and he felt as if he was going to make choked sobbing sounds just hearing his returning father like this. "He... he would have been so happy to see you."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8][font=georgia]"Holy shit!"


    Man, what was with everyone coming back all the sudden? Actually, no, he didn't care. It was just good to see some familiar faces again. As the Captain materialized, he couldn't help voicing his surprise, and only afterwards did he notice Mogar seemed to be having a bit of a moment. Not wanting to intrude, he took a pace back, the tom's green gaze flickering over the returning trio.


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    "Wishfulthinking?" Witchpaw exclaimed when she saw the former physician. Wasn't he Fairydust's mate as well, once upon a time? Well it was poor timing for his return now that she was dead, and he was going to find out the hard way that Sunclan was not the same as when he'd left. Permafrost's reign had changed them, though nobody was sure if it was for the better or for the worse. Witchy was glad that their long-lost members were returning, but sad that they were finding out their loved ones were dead or missing. She wasn't sure how to react to Wishfulthinking's return, so she simply stood by Magni and would follow the Captain's lead.
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    Sunclan Wyvern Squire│Hard│Invisibility, The Sight, Manipulation of Molecules│No Kill, Injure, Ask for Capture│Quote in Purple
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia;][size=8]"Talisman? Mogar? Wishfulthinking?" Vertigo just stood there, gaping.

    Talisman's gaze shifted and his eyes became bright, as he saw his father. "Dad!" Talisman called, running over to the ex-leader - Talisman hadn't seen him since he was a kitten, and even now, the torbie was almost the age of a warrior.

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;]Permafrost hung back, his tail twitching to and fro in deep contemplation. He honestly didn't belong in the gathering, and he figured the sight of him would only sadden Wishfulthinking.


    He remembered how much Fairydust had missed Wishful, and how he had been the only one there to comfort her through the loss of her children and mate. Of course, Fairydust was dead now, but the thought of that brought a saddened smile to the great tiger's lips.


    "Wishfulthinking, Tailsman, Mogar." The leader greeted lowly, his haunches meeting the ground.[/fancypost]

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    [justify]tags #peppermint ... muse here


    Peppermint padded over to see the three toms whose names had been repeated many times as cats approached to greet them upon their return. "Welcome back." She meowed, nodding in the direction of Wishfulthinking, Talisman and Mogar.



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