WHAT KIND OF [ p, dashhyyyyyyy ] F.CKERY IS THIS

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    [size=7pt] About twenty mins, Ophelia had been here. In Darkclan, that was. Her original idea was to come, find a den, and sleep, because honestly, she hadn't blinked in about three days. She could never sleep. Something medical had to be involved for Ophelia Simul Stamus to pass out. She's seen too many deaths and murders, and losses and dastardly gains. It had sort of rotted her mind, but had happened so long ago she could barely remember. Travelling through the woods on three paws and one limping one, the pure alabaster feline let her senses be enveloped by the very common scent of a mouse. Ugh, rodents. She by-passed it easily. Very little thoughts passed through her mind because this was going to end up like every other new clan; she'd get bored, or inactive, and leave for another. Thankfully, this time she'd be wrong.



    She just didn't know.

    Paw after paw. Step after step.
    One two, one two, one two.
    The stubby cream tabby walked through the forest a step at a time.
    Counting each time his paws touched the earth.
    One two.
    One two.
    One
    Two


    O
    N
    E


    T
    W
    O
    .


    He had been through 57 sets of one twos when he saw her.
    It should have been like a bucket of cold water to the face.
    Sudden.
    Surprising.
    Came out of nowhere.
    No.
    It wasn't.
    He saw her a lot.
    He'd seen her 17 times today to be exact.
    Everywhere.
    Visions of her.
    Not real of course.
    Fake. His imagination playing tricks on him.
    And it was the same this time.
    Of course.
    And still, he stopped moving and stared.
    He couldn't remember what had first attracted him to Ophelia.
    Her beauty, her charm, her overall sweetness.
    No idea.
    All he knew was once he was stuck, he was stuck.
    And here he was, stuck again on the 'memory' of her.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 400px;]Ophelia didn't look the same. She had scares across the bridge of her nose, half an ear torn off, and one particular bullet wound in her back leg. She had never been able to get rid of them, no matter what body she morphed into, but still had the ability to change her stance from a ambling drunk to a graceful dancer in a slit secound. She just had to decide if she wanted to. Blue eyes flashed towards a bush, turning orange as fall drew in, and her ear and a half perked. She didn't expect anything but another Darkclanner rumagging through the undergrowth, but what 'Lia got was so far from what she 'expected', she swore her heart did back flips.


    "Oh, for f.ck's sake."


    One could say that her choice of words weren't very pretty, or welcoming, but a lot had changed. Like her pulse. Feeling like she was about to faint, the pure white cat laid eyes of Fiatte Simul Stamus. Her legs trembled all of a sudden, and she honestly felt like she could puke, but in the best way imaginable. Without warning, her eyes were watering up and her jaw was dropped open, shoulders slunched in utter surprise. "What are you even d-doing here?" Her mouth blurted out random words and a utterly shocked laugh kneaded through her voice. She didn't know how to react, but a split second later, she had her arms wrapped around the fascinating cameo and tears were flooding down her cheeks.

    Fiatte barely reacted.
    "Nice to see you again," he mumbled, his words slurred and his eyes blurry from risen tears.
    But not because he was glad to see her.
    No
    He'd seen her a bunch already.
    It was still good to see her.
    But..
    It was weird though.
    Why was she hugging him?
    She usually just stood off to the side and stared at him.
    And now...?
    Weird, huh.
    "I miss you..." He whispered to the sky.
    It wasn't her.
    Not really.
    Of course.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 400px;]This ... This was not what she expected. At first, she sort of backlashed, and anger rose inside her, but ... Something stopped her. She loved it all. The scent, the feel, everything. It all envoloped her and made it mentally and physically impossible to be negative right now. So, she squeezed him tighter, pressed her maw into his shoulder, and let a tear run down her cheek. She didn't even care. "It's me, Fiatte." Did he think she was a ghost? An illusion? Her mind was too distracted to even think of which right now. He was here, and she was dying with some crazy emotion that made her feel like a rocket.

    He didn't even respond.
    He payed still.
    Stared through her like she was a ghost.
    And in his mind, she was.
    She wasn't real.
    She was fake.
    His imagination.
    Of course.
    Of course.
    Of course.


    Then he felt a wet spot on his shoulder and jerked his head around to look at it.
    A single tear slipped out of her eye and hit his shoulder.
    And it made it wet.
    Wet.


    Holy crap.
    Holy fricking crap.


    She was real.
    SHE WAS REAL.


    Right then and there Fiatte started bawling like a little kit.
    Tears streamed out of his eyes as he wrapped his paws around her and held her tight.
    "OPHELIA! ITS YOU LIA ITS REALLY YOU!" He cried happily.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 400px;]And then she was laughing like a kit, strapped on to Fiatte like glue, ears flattened in a really, really good way. She kissed him, two paws planted on either side of his head. But it was an innocent kiss - one that she only pressed into to a certant degree - not like the ones they used to share. She felt a rush of happiness come with each and every beat of his pulse, and her body was pressed to his and she was practically screaming. This might as well have been the happiest moment of her life. "God, I love you,"

    "Oh I love you too... I love you so much..." He sobbed quite loudly, burying his head in her fur and letting himself be overwhelmed by her sweet scent.
    He licked her fur softly as he pulled her tighter against him.

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    [size=7pt] She didn't have it in her to break the moment, and honestly she didn't want to, so she just lay there, in his arms, whipping away her tears. Collecting herself again, she spoke in a half broken voice, "I swear, if your ever leave me like that again, I'll ..." She didn't even try to threaten him, because right now she was busy kissing and hugging the cameo that had left her so long again.

    After another second hugging her and crying, the cream male decided he needed to pull it together. They had some serious talking to do. He wipped hi years with his fluffy tail, then pulled himself away from her a few inches. He then sat himself down nearly and let his copper optics lay on her.
    He was once again pulled in by her beauty, but pushed away the thoughts.
    They needed to talk.
    "Where have you been!? What happened!? Where's the Elite? I came back from a small trip to find it destroyed! Did they move!?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 400px;]A rush of cold breeze pressed against as Fiatte pulled away and she groaned inwardly. Believe it or not, she was still completely and utterly shocked. Shaking out her front paws and placing them gingerly on the ground, the alabaster she realised his questions had sent her into a shell, and she was suddenly regretting all she'd done. "Well .... You know, i-it's been a long time ..." She found herself chewing her lip, stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Some 'big almighty-" She suddenly spoke with spite, but only for a moment, "Demanded it be shut down. I ... I, um, didn't agree ... With the way the Elite was ... So, I left. I went to Blizzardclan. Things worked out there for a while but ..." She ended up having to clear her throat, deciding the other thing could wait for another time.


    / rushedddd

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    [size=7pt] jESUS KERMIE ARE YOU EVEN

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    HA. HAHAHA.
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHANO.

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    [size=7pt] u fAILED LIFE BUT U DIDNT FAIL ME


    ILL GIVE U TWO MINUTES GURL GO

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    [size=7pt]okay u failed me ;(

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 400px;][size=1]bUMPS LOUDLY