DAMN ME :: OPEN

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    Deadwonderland was laying practically right on-top of the border, half curled up and her head on her paws. She sweeped her gaze across the land that stretched before her and sighed, forcing her orange eyes to close. The lioness had been so quiet lately. She no longer bounded happily around and laughed, and she offered rare, lying smiles. The queen was so.... Different.

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    [size=8]Thinking that the faint shape in the distance was a joiner or loner, Fifly quickly dashed over towards the border. The general had been doing a quick sweep of the territory over lately, led by some false hope that he would find Nebulaheart. Moons of searching, and he still wasn't going to give up. Even her bones would be something worth finding and later for burying. Approaching the closer figure, the tigrina priced with a start that it was only one of his Clanmates.


    "What's wrong, Deadwonderland? You've been so quiet lately, and now you're a sitting duck here on our border waiting for a hawk to find you?" Fireflyspark inquired, looking skeptical. Ever since the party, he thought that she was a nice, pretty cool gal. But now, he wasn't so sure about that


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    Ollie slunk up behind Fifly, a look of curiosity on his face. He didnt really know what to say, considering the fellow general had already said it, so he remained silent.
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    She sighed and lifted her head to the two. " I'm fine. " Her voice rang flatly.


    [yus. mocki im leaving her in your capable paws my young padewon]

    [ thank you master. *dips head awkwardly* ]


    TWB while sea waited for someone to say something

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 375px;][font=georgia]Churchpaw couldn't say that she expected something else from a WindClanner named Deadwonderland. That name kind of killed every single happy moment ever. It wasn't that the warrior had never been cheerful, but it was just so strikingly obvious, like who the monster is in Scooby Doo.


    Trying to bring her clanmates off the subject of depression and the jazz, the chocolate and white smoke lifted up a half hearted smile as she greeted them. "Hey, everybody. How are you all doing?"

    The tigress really didn't want to burden all her clanmates with her troubles, so she put a fake half smile on her boxy maw. Damn, that was hard. "Bored, and tired. You?"

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    "Average, I suppose. I haven't really had anything to complain about as of recent."

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    [size=8]"If you say so," he responded back, looking skeptical. If she didn't want to talk about it, then he wouldn't push her any further. "You know, if you're bored there's always something to do. Organize a border patrol, a hunting patrol, go on one or two, chat with someone, explore. Maybe you should try thinking of something to do rather than being bored," the tigrina commented.