Like a Dream. {Open, Centuryverse RETURNS}

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    [align=center][color=white][size=8]Starclan help him.


    Once vivid, silver optics were now aged by hundreds of years of hardship, hatred and death that he had witnessed. He truly lived up to his name. He was in the same body, he was an outcast, but was that so bad? No. He had lost everything. Percival had taken over, lost his mind with grief. The black and brown marbled male had felt his own mind crumble in suit.


    His name was Centuryverse.


    The large Maine Coone mix sat quietly on the border of the clan he had once called home. He was older by now, yes he was. He had yet to find a new body that he even liked. The ex-vice leader gazed into the trees, wondering if his beloved Cinnamontwist was still there. He wondered dully if his old friend Skunkshade was still there. He wondered if Cameowaltz was still there. If his good friend Haushinka was still there, or Witchinghour, or Wolfsong, or Spiderthunder, Scorchstar, even.


    He knew time had passed, but his warped view on reality had hurt his sanity.


    Centuryverse was never the same after Percival took over and left, it was terrible.


    Percy and him lose his everything.


    He remembered being demoted because of Percival's outbursts and taking over of the male's whole body. It killed him when he thought of his children. Brit was long dead, he saw his young son die because Percival made him kill him.


    He hated himself.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;][font=verdanna]Cameowaltz could help but noticing the familier scent in the air, changed, yet vaguely the same. Memories of love and embarressment and jealously overwhelmed her with one memory, considerably like PTSD syndrome, where one little thing could evolve into nightmares, flash-backs, and emotional breakdowns. And as she turned the corner, Cameowaltz, ever so changed when she last saw him, her voice caught in her throat. Nothing explained this, his magnificence dwindled down to a poor little broken feline.


    Cameowaltz half-heartedly wished that Centuryverse had never reappered. It would cause drama, heart-ache, and probably arrogant feelings. Cameowaltz wasn't stable enough for that, especially after Risen left, and Apologyflowers left, and her kits disappeared and her change of jobs and how she was older and the deaths of others and the reappearances of many and--


    Cameowaltz cut her own thoughts off, the thoughts of death, birth, anger, hatred, just thoughts and feelings that rocketed around her mind like an atomic bomb, memories flowing outwardly, memories easily read from her pretty cameo face. Marriage, Confessions, Injuries. All of it. It was too much, and in the inside, Cameowaltz was screaming blood-murder, unable to conceive what was happening. Her physical appearance, although, displayed many emotions, many feelings, and she just couldn't take it.


    "You." Was all that she said. Haushinka had appeared, Wolfscar appeared, but it was all meaningless now.

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    [align=center][color=white][size=8] Her voice sounded cold, Centuryverse visibly flinched backwards at the cutting tone.


    He remembered how much he cared for her, Cameowaltz had loved him once, and to be honest, he loved her too. The silver eyed male offered her a broken little smile, murmuring, "I'm back... I just-I'm-", he cut himself off, he had no excuse for what he did.


    He was agonized to see the hurt on her face.

    [justify]When she saw the tom, her eyes narrowed. It was a familiar face. So many familiar faces returning to ThunderClan. Moxieflame had returned. Frogstar had returned. Wolfstar had returned. And Haushinka, too. Wow, is everyone from the past just flying back in again?


    "Centuryverse."[/justify]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;][font=verdanna]Seeing as Centuryverse was talking to her directly, Cameowaltz couldn't face him. Not yet. His disappearance affected her so much, and then Cinnamontwist disappeared, and she couldn't deal with all the feelings. In a moment of weakness, she scooted behind Witchingstar, head ducked down low.

    Maybe they're just here to save our a*ses from this inactivity and all of this anti-clan madness. Old souls like them know a thing our two, they can held us get back onto our feet. Paradise told herself, trotting on over to the group.

    [align=center][color=white][size=8] The male swallowed heavily, nodding. Percy had given him his tongue back, so he could speak again.


    "Witchinghour... I am so sorry."


    He could not look at Cameowaltz, not after how she rejected the very sight of him. Century sat, head bowed in his grief.


    "I am here, after so long, I have finally escaped Percival's possession. I am old now, but I can find a new body soon enough... I just- I wish things could have been different." The son of Cropcircles shook with shame. He wished so badly that things were different.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 1;] #fragilepast
    The deputy walked over. "There is no coming back from it unless you can prove. The past may be the past but trust can change."

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    CHAINPAW    [font=andale mono][color=black]


    Because, I'm Not Afraid To Die Alone


    #chainhere
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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=red; borderwidth=3; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 300px; border-radius: 20px;][font=andale mono][color=white]The white queen padded over, simply watching the former leader with moderate interest.
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    Grizzlybear glanced at Witchingstar and blinked slowly. Centuryverse? He honestly didn't know who that was.

    "Started thinking you died, or something." She commented, allowing the beginnings of a grin form on her maw. Padding up, the cougar aimed to do a fistbump kinda thing with her former co-vice leader. He was just about the only cat she'd ever respect, aside from Scorchstar and Risencorpse.


    "Where the fuck have you been maaaan?"

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    [align=center][color=white][size=8] Centuryverse chuckled lightly, fist bumping the cougaress with a grin.


    "To Hell and back, some advice; if you ever get possessed exorcize the d_ck and let 'em burn."


    Percy f_cked him over pretty bad. The ex-viceleader bit his lip to keep from grinning to big. F_ck yeah he missed Haushinka. He had an endless amountsof respect for the ex-leader, she was great with leading a clan in his perspective. She was chaotic and ruthless, but all she needed was someone to balance her out.


    He had been that someone, way back when. Apparently Wolfsong went f_cking ham and sh_t, strapping a freakin shock collar on her. Honestly that really pissed Centuryverse the Hell off. He didn't blame Haushinka for wanting to kill him. He remembered how harmonious her mayhem and his order was, kinda like crazy _ss peanut butter and smooth talking jelly. Awesome.


    Then Scorchstar went and demoted him for his fluctuation in aggression. Century couldn't blame him, it was hard not to get violent when some demonic spirit starts going haywire in your mind, and that usually isn't very becoming.


    Centuryverse quirked a non existent brow, meowing with a friendly, but inquiring smile, "So Hau, how've you been? I've heard some rather, colorful stories about you lately."


    He was still mildly horrified about the vomit and sh_t on walls thing.

    "I'll keep that in mind," She mused,


    "Been good. Colorful stories? You mean the one where I got drunk and apperantly took a shit in the leaders den, tried to put it on someone's face and then smeared it on the walls, from which I vomited twice on?" She hadn't even remembered what she'd done until Bitchinstar had told her. "I guess that's colorful."

    "Anyone want to explain why Hoeshinka is still romping about like she owns the fucking place."
    The brown tabby tom that was Wolfscar padded up when he spotted all the cats gathering and he eyed the newly returned Centuryverse with an almost amused expression. Oh yes, he remembered Century. They had gotten along fine but for some reason of another he felt the other had never liked him much.
    Well he can join Shinka's 'I hate Wolfscar' club then. They probably have a stupid motto or something too.'
    "Welcome back." Was all he said to the larger cat however, taking a stance alongside Witchingstar with a snort in Haushinka's direction.

    [align=center][color=white][size=8]Centuryverse struggled to not let out a chuckle, giving Hau a small grin, "I'm glad you haven't changed, I missed you a whole lot.", he then nodded to Wolfscar, his face was warm enough. He remembered how he used to look at him, always so critical.


    Turning to Witchingstar, the male gave her a kind look, "I am so glad you are in the position of leader, I always hoped that if anyone did it, it would be you."