THE CAKE IS A LIE [private + Fraiser]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]She was in her usual location, wandering along the shore line. Bitterpaw had always found the sensation of the chilled water rushing up and swirling around her feet a pleasing feeling, so here she was, the ocean meeting her toes with every wave as she walked. The sun was hadn't set yet, but the sky had still offered up a large orange stripe that stretched along the skyline of the ocean. It was quite pretty, but the corporal had her gaze fixed on the ground in front of her as she strolled, her thoughts chasing themselves in circles as the fae recalled the events that had taken place that month.


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    Fraiser trotted up behind the corporal, observing her manner before moving up beside her. "Hey Bitter, you look thoughtful," he inquired. His own eyes shifted to the sunset and then the quiet ocean waves. There were a few seagulls flying in the distance, looking like they might hit the sun at any moment, but of course they didn't.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Jumping slightly and fur rising upon the sudden appearance of someone next to her, Bitterpaw quickly turned her head to face her companion. "Gah! Give me a warning next time!" The corporal said, laughter quickly following as she imagined the startled expression that must have been on her face. Man, she had to stop getting lost inside her own mind. It left her way to vulnerable. "And yes, I was very thoughtful just then. You're Fraiser, right?"


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    Fraiser couldn't help but laugh as well at her reaction. "Yeah, the Naval Sergeant." He swished his tail about and smiled. "If I may be so brave, what were you thinking about?" Probably all the crazy crap that had been happening lately. Frai didn't know what he was in for when he came up on land.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"Ah, you're part of the navy. I'm the Army Corporal." She stated, though he probably had already known that. As for his question, Bitterpaw's good mood faltered for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing. "Do you honestly want to know? It's kinda...heavy." The apprentice said, not quite sure if she had used the right word to use to describe her thoughts.


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    "With the things that have been going on around here lately..mmm..." He shook his head slowly and sighed. "I think we're all thinking some heavy things. So give me your best shot." He gave her an encouraging smile.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"Well," The corporal began, slightly nervous about dumping her past on a stranger, "I was born with super senses. I've developed to have them always on, using it to replace the deafness of one of my ears. At first, I thought I was oh-so clever, cheating life and whatnot. But I now realize that my birth power is not a blessing; its a curse. I sense things. The most horrible things. I watched my mother die twice. I heard my sister's bones snap as a fox killed her. I heard their screams, their dying breaths, and watched them disappear before I could get to them. And then there is the streak of insanity running through the clan. Some have started murdering without reason, and just standing by, watching the evil feast in your home, its terrifying. It makes me worry about what is going to happen next. How can I protect the peopld I care about if they die before I can get there? Its just all unfair, ya know? Unfair that our minds can become our own demise and the people you love most will hurt you the worst." She stared off into the distance for a second before snorting in disgust. "Well, that was depressing. I say that we talk about something happier."


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    Well, Bitterpaw was certainly a fitting name for her, he thought, but not in a mocking manner. It was more of a melancholy observation.


    "No.. I think it needs to be addressed." Fraiser could stay on that topic and lighten it up for her, or try anyway, though it did strike a cord. He may not have been able to relate to her losing family like that, but he definitely knew what she meant about evil....


    "At least you get the chance." He said simply. "Many people see their parents die in front of them, powers or no. I think you've pushed a good power away too quickly." He paused in his walking and laid his tail down onto the ground. Then he took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. "You never know, one day, you might be able to make it. Sometimes we can't and we are eaten up by the guilt, but just because you've not been able to do it in the past, doesn't mean it's not going to be a blessing for someone in the future." Even if they don't deserve it, like what happened with Fraiser, it would be their blessing.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]By this point in the conversation, the corporal's claws were leaving scores in the ground, feeling awkward about this whole thing. To her, she felt like some little complaining brat. Life would have been a heck of a lot worse, but it was just a horrible feeling to never see a familiar face anymore. "I understand that I will never be able to control life and death; my friends and whatever is left of my family will die and I too will eventually pass, my time spent here whiped from all memories with time, and eventually everything will be lost to the void. But despite everything's eminent destruction, I'd still found the time to feel sorry for myself. I have no true reason to be sad anymore, and today I feel like I'm waking up. Things will always be out of my control; the stars in the sky will burn out, the forest will collapse on itself, and I will become dust one day, but while I'm here, I can try my best to do something worthwhile. It's kind of like the ice bucket challenge." She smiled softly as a metaphor came to her. "It first you're nominated. You get pissed off at the world and try to deny the fact that something has happened and you're expected to do something about it. And then you stand beneath a bucket of freezing cold water, nervous and trying to prepare for the worst, and then it hits you. At first you're shocked, paralyzed, and maybe angry, but then people come around and laugh and you start to realize that it wasn't that bad, and all you have to do to fix it is step into the light. You except what was happened and all you have to do is feel the sun on your face and laugh with those around you and sure enough, you get over it. But from the time you're nominated to the second the last of the water hits you, you're angry, scared, nervous. You don't know what to expect. I think I'm finally over that part. Maybe all I needed was a really cold bath, eh?" The girl paused then, pondering on her analogy, before saying, "Sorry if that just made no sense at all."


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    Fraiser listened to all what she had to say. She was long winded, but that actually pleased him as he was as well. "Actually... that made perfect sense." He chuckled lowly and shook his head. His experience with the challenge had been a little different, but he understood completely. "I think you might have just justified that whole thing for me. I was so pissed at Sousuke for nominating me." It was for ALS, true, but they were animals, what did they know about that. He looked down at the smaller cat and smiled. "I'm glad that you're starting to feel better. I get worried about everyone getting caught up in all of this bad stuff going on, it makes me feel better that other people are starting to feel happier too." He hoped that he could get to that stage too, the one of relief. That Messorem guy was driving him up the wall.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Bitterpaw bobbed her head, eyes fixing themselves on the sun. The ball of fire had just touched the ocean, transferring its orange glow into the liquid. "Yeah. Bad things happen all the time it seems. But when that happens, it helps to get caught up in positive activities. For example, the army has been a great distraction for me, and with the boot camp coming up, I think that everyone will be able to forgot their woes for at little while. Has the navy been training for the camp?" The corporal questioned, honest curiosity lacing her tone. She knew the groups were supposed to be competing against eachother, but personally, she felt like that would just drive a divide between the three sections.


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    "That's true.. ehehe.. well, I had to clean the obstacle course first and thank Triton I had help. We're starting in the morning actually." Then he sighed soft, and scratched at his ear. "You'll probably clean the floor with us. Hardly anyone even came to the last Navy training. I don't know if they'll come to this one either." He thought that was a shame really as he looked out at the waters. An island nation with an incompetent Navy. As sergeant, he wanted to shape it up, but how? Nor did he even know what this bootcamp would even encompass.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Her cranium dipped as he spoke. "Yeah, same with the army. We tried holding a sparring session and only a handful of the troops showed up. It makes me think that we all need a different approach; do something exciting, ya know?" She flicked her tail absent mindlessly, chewing on that thought. "Maybe we need some kind of big bonding exercise with all three divisions. It might help and it'd definitely be something new." Bony shoulders rose and fell as Bitterpaw shrugged, bouncing her idea off of her companion.


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    Fraiser slowed down slighty and took a moment to think about that; then his smile widened. "... that's actually a real good idea." He nodded, it sounding better and better the more he thought about it. "What's the point in having a defense force so divided? They should care about one another. When they care about one another and the clan as a whole, they'll put more effort into it." He took a few steps forward and nodded once more. "Yeah, that sounds good. Maybe we should suggest it to Ichigo and Jack?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]A smile formed on Bitterpaw's lips, the genuine happiness igniting sparks of joy throughout her body. "I'm glad you like the idea. We should probably suggest it soon due to the fact that it will probably need some planning." She did a little skip, excitement taking over. Hopefully, her little idea would end well. "Honestly, I don't know much about the other forces. It's like we've estranged ourselves from eachother and I don't think pitting us against eachother is going to help. I think it'd do us all good if we worked together, all becoming stronger, having more faith in eachother, and allowing others to know our weaknesses so that we may over come them. Once you find out your weak spots, you can become better and instead of allowing an enemy to find your weaknesses for you. One of my weaknesses for example, it heights." She quieted down then. "I remember when I tried to get over that fear, I fell out of a tree after I blacked out from getting too scared." The corporal frowned, not quite sure why she was sharing the memory. "I broke a few bones that day."


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    Fraiser winced a bit due to imagining the pain. He decided that he should share too. If they were going to have a theme of weaknesses, the higher ups would have to participate as well. "Well.. for me.... People's opinions of me have too strong of an effect. I turn into something of an ass kisser when people I like get mad at me. I'm afraid it will interfere with my ability to be the leader that I feel I should be. I'm afraid of making wrong choices." He had almost died over it, in fact, but he didn't want to mention that right now. That was a whole other story for a whole other day. "Maybe we should make our comrades feel what the individuals in the other branches feel when they're doing their duties? Like, switch roles to see how hard it is for each group? Or simulate it somehow.. since we can't exactly make land cats grow wings." He chuckled slightly at the realization of that drawback.


    (do you want to suggest it in the HPR thread since it was your idea? c:)
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    "Well, I hope you know you're well respected in the clan, so don't worry about making choices. There are plenty of us who will support you in you're decisions. And also, don't let the opinions of sheep prevent you from doing great things. Sometimes I swear that everyone is crazy because it seems some animals just have to talk without thinking." She tossed a little encouraging smile towards Fraiser. As for the simulation of each group, Bitterpaw did a little laugh. "Yes, I don't believe wings are things that can be forced. Personally, I think I'd have a heart attack if I suddenly sprouted a pair of those feathery appendages."


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    (woop! c:)


    Well respected? Frai had never thought of anything like that pertaining to him so it made him flush slightly under his soft orange fur. He supposed he was and he was glad to have someone like Bitter on his side. As for the sheep, Fraiser knew all to well how that could go. But her guessed reaction to wings made him laugh as well. He almost ran red again when he remembered his first time in this body aka the day of "crab walking." "You'd be surprised actually- how quickly you can adapt." He stuck his front paw out and flopped it around as if it were boneless. "These used to be flippers and these a fin." He motioned to his back legs with his tail. "Andddd, I used to be about the same size as you. Except I was wayyy fat. I'm telling you, blubber is one thing that I will never miss."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]A chuckle sounded from her. "Really? I never wound have guessed that you had been a sea creature before." She gave him a sidelong glance, imagining a small, blubbery version of Fraiser. "Luckily, the only other form I have taken so far is a serval, and that's pretty easy to get used to. If I had shifted into a bird though, I'd probably just stay on the ground, waddling around while the wild birds watched, thinking I was some disabled tragedy. I would never fly. Heights and all." The image of a bird form of herself filled Bitterpaw's mind, the picture being her awkwardly walking across the beach, squawking as she complained. She was suddenly very grateful for being born a feline instead of a feathered creature.


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    The leopard thought about that for a moment and cracked a smile, shaking his head. "Then you'd be good as a penguin. That's how they would do. You'd be very good at sliding on your belly-" He lifted his paw up to scratch his cheek, remembering all his penguin breakfasts, lunches, and dinners (with a side of fish for variety of course). "I might try to take a little nibble out of you for old time's sake. Though I've gotta say, I enjoy the variety of land foods more. Especially flying birds because they have darker breast meat. Those that aren't clanmates naturally." He thought about what Gossamer would do if Frai had tried to put a little basil garnish on him and call him din-din. Knowing how polite he was, he'd probably help him bless his meal.


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