LIKE STATUES, COME ON //o, joining// GET YOUR COAT, TIME TO GO

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This is a character I used to play months and months ago, but I suddenly had a burst of inspiration and decided to start roleplaying with her again. I do apologize, but due to my commitments to other characters of mine, I probably won't have enough time to keep Cobalt particularly active, but I'd still like to have her pop up every now and then (^o^)
Have a good day, or night :)

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Cobalt had vanished off the face of the Earth several moons ago. Her career as SkullClan's medicine cat had gradually come to an end, as had any friendship between herself and the Skulls's leader at that point in time. Things had gone downhill far faster than Cobalt would have liked to remember, and so she had given up her hope of ever regaining her position, and then simply disappeared. The young feline had still been a kit back then, but not one Clanmate had worried about whether Cobalt would be safe fending for herself.

However, Cobalt had never really been a kit in terms of mind, and the Skulls respected that. Heck, at the age of five moons, the torbie had been allowed to fight in battle. They knew she was tough.

But, a lot had happened since those days. Cobalt was older now. Yes, she still possessed the speech impediment that forced her voice to match that of a kitten's, but by age and by mind, the feline was an adult. Upon realizing this, the femme had felt something within her - instinct, maybe - urge her towards joining a new group. At first, Cobalt ignored the urge, but it'd persisted and persisted, until the torbie found herself wanting to join a Clan. Wanting it as much as she wanted to breath. Oh, it was as though the feeling of loneliness had suddenly awakened, and it had eaten at her on and on, every day, until the feeling was unbearable.

The transgender feline had run almost blindly for an entire week, just praying to find anyone that would take her. Oceanus, she didn't care who, but Cobalt needed to be around other people again.

A look of madness mixed with desperation clouded the torbie's azure visionaries as she stood, breathing heavily from days of running through uneven terrain.

'My name is Cowbawlt. Let me...' the feline silently cursed that speech impediment, before the ground seemed to swirl beneath her paws. 'Let me joiwn you... Befowre I bloowdy pass ouwt.'
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@Quiet, Yes, that'd be true! I had no idea Cobalt had relations here.

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Cobalt felt somewhat surprised to hear the voices of other beings. It was as though the femme had forgotten the miracle of conversation. Of course, there had never been a day during her disappearance in which Cobalt had not talked to herself, but such conversations were entirely one-sided and never left the torbie with any reason to await a reply from some other conscious creature.

'Thawnk you, watewr wouwld be great,' the former Skullmate nodded to Sola, before turning her azure gaze to Evergreen. 'I shouwld take sowme, but it can wait till we arrive at youwr camp. Thawnks everyowne, and nice to meet you awll. Down't worry; I ain't gownna pass ouwt on ya.'

The torbie was also rather taken aback by the welcoming attitude of all that had joined her by the border. Cobalt had always remembered the Skulls to be an unusually friendly Clan, and many had reinforced that thought, but the members here seemed to have gone far beyond whatever level SkullClan had sat at. Cobalt liked that.
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