AND IF I DIE, MY SWEETHEART [OPEN - CATNAPPED??]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]He had a life here, until it was ripped away from him.


    He had friends, and family.


    Then his parents died, Cherrypaw died, his friends left him, his adoptive parents (Cambrian and Fraiser) died and got kidnapped. Either or. His relatives through adoption disappeared or went missing or something. His dragon cubs who he had adopted that he wanted to be there for, they disappeared and one didn't even seem to want to call him 'dad' anymore. He didn't know what happened to Shawty either. He didn't even realize he was disowned from the Marcavellio family, tho he was still going to use the name no matter where his travels too him.


    The name meant a lot to him, he could handle hardships as long as he kept his name.


    The missing leg, the scars, the Fazbear issues- it all meant nothing as long as he still had them.


    If he learned he didn't have them anymore, he'd be utterly devastated and perhaps slip into depression again. That was the reason he had slipped into the background for a while which had gotten him disowned in the first place (sunflower was busy and couldn't get a temp).


    So for now, he'd stay oblivious. It was better that way since he could get up his activity while he was gone, come back, and perhaps earn it again.


    As for where he was leaving?


    Well, it wasn't on purpose.


    He had been doing a border patrol, by himself.


    He had stumbled across someone, asked the usual and it turned into a struggle before he was dragged off.


    The cape he had earned during his cloaking all those months ago, it was covered in blood and somewhat ripped here and there. It had caught on a branch and was blowing in the wind, there was definitely a sign of struggle.


    The area reeked of Shadowclan.


    With that, Wolfram was gone.


    Was he dead? Gone for good? Captured indefinitely?


    No one was to know yet, but whatever the results- it was Shadowclan's doing.[/fancypost]

    [justify] Odessa had been simply taking a leisurely stroll until a strange smell wavered into her scent glands. The scent wasn't foreign to her, for she had traveled through ShadowClans territory once or twice during her time as a loner. What was that scent doing here, though?
    Curiosity always got the best of her, so of course she ventured in the direction of the smell. As she got closer and closer to the source, a different odor mixed into the scent. A terrible one. One she had the misfortune of smelling very recently. Blood.
    She picked up her pace. When she finally reached her destination, she was met with a strange site. Halting before a small puddle of blood, she gazed around. There was no one to be seen, but there was something there. Caught on a branch hung a tattered cape, shivering in the wind. Confused, she padded closer to it. When she sniffed it, it smelt only of HawkClan.
    A quarrel obviously took place here...but where did the fighters go to?
    She decided not to touch the cape. She knew better than to meddle with evidence.


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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-transform: auto; height: auto; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=thistle][size=8]Heatherkit had spent the last weeks with her head in the books of the libraries. She read through the histories of nations like a hungry fox would a scrap of meat. So after reading as much as she could before the new years parties made her too busy, Heather asked around about the other clans. One thing that was a popular response, was the... uniqueness of Shadowclan. Sure, not all of them were bad, but they did have a reputation. And the foul scent that surrounded Wolfram's reeked of dirt and rotted lizard. She knew that this was Shadowclan's doing, and stayed far enough away from it so not to mess up the scene. Does this mean Wolfram was hurt? Or worse? The small blue fem shivered, not just because of the freezing winds of leaf bare.
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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: dotum; text-transform: ; height: auto; width: 300px; margin-top: -10px;][justify]leo had actually known wolfram, and had wondered where he'd gone for the longest time. the outrider considered the male a friend, since they'd talked a few times and whatnot.


    the place had gotten a lot quieter since a lot of people had died, gone missing, or had fallen into inactivity. it was depressing to think about, but it was the cruel reality that faced the members of hawkclan at each waking moment. people were dropping like flies, and those that were left alive were wondering how to prevent all of this from happening.
    it gave him nausea just thinking about it.


    as for the other clans, they hadn't meddled with hawkclan in quite some time. no one except allies and clans seeking an alliance had come by, which was a miracle since hawkclan actually had a few enemies. the enemies hadn't even bothered to attack the members that lived in the clan leo had called home for the longest time now, and he was glad. he was glad no one was getting hurt.


    but then elliot had died and gone missing. leo had fallen into depression and he didn't want to speak to anyone about anything. but now that elliot was back, he wasn't as sad, but it was obvious that he was still struggling with everything. he had a lot on his mind, and he didn't want anything to do with it. he had come to hawkclan to seek a normal life, and it had all gone downhill as soon as he'd settled in and had made friends.


    but, enough of his own thoughts! someone was in trouble, he could feel it in his bones, and he could feel the sensation within his paws. casting out his super senses, leo could spot two familiar faces. they were gathered around some sort of fabric...-


    his heart's pace quickened.


    oh no... the outrider mused internally, slinking away from whatever he'd been doing to rush over to the scene, his cloak flapping behind him until he screeched to a halt by the two femmes, his darkly lit luminaries glittering.


    this confirmed his suspicions. it was wolfram's cloak.
    there also seemed to be a sign of struggle, so that was never a good thing. shadowclan's scent polluted the air, and he seemed to almost want to crumple down to the ground and never rise again as he remembered lacie. that's where lacie had lived until she had moved to darkclan. ...shadowclan. he thought of the clan's name bitterly, gazing upon the cloak with a distant look. this is their fault.


    was wolfram hurt? was wolfram in good shape? was wolfram fine? he didn't know, and he most likely wouldn't know unless the knight were to ever return.


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    [justify] Hearing hurried footsteps approaching, Odessa moved a step away from the hanging cloak and turned to see Leo. The outrider looked upon the torn cape with such familiarity that he must have known who the owner. Poor fellow, he saw the loss of friends far too often.
    "Leo, who is the owner of the cape?" she inquired, the gears in her mind shifting. ShadowClan was most obviously the culprit behind this little scene, so if they traveled to their territory with the knowledge of the one they did wrong against, they could demand their safe return. That was, of course, if they had not already harmed them.


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    [justify] The name was unfamiliar to her, but it belonged to a clan mate. The tattered cloak belonged to that clan mate as well. They needed to do all they could to return the fabric to Wolfram.
    "I will go retrieve some assistance," she promised, turning from the scene and heading back to camp.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 275px; height: 235px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify]Shadowclan. It was probably the worst clan to deal with up to this point. Did Ichigo have issues with such a clan? Of course he did. Everyone there probably wanted to have his throat slit. It was practically the Chain headquarters, although Lacie wasn't there anymore, the leader was a Chain herself, whether anyone knew it or not. Ichigo had a quarrel with them the last time he decided to tread onto their territory. Lacie had been the first to attack him there, and because of that, he never really returned. He had a friend there once, and that was Wynter, but she was long dead by now even. Ichigo remembered that the battle with Lacie and nearly gotten him killed, and he was unlucky that most of it was a mental battle, which meant that back then wasn't the greatest thing for him. Back when that happened, he only had a couple powers, which was probably Telepathy, Sight, and Molecule Manipulation. If would have easily been enough to take down the Chain queen in his current form while she had been a simple domestic cat. They had gotten into a simple argument about their believes, and the creature had the nerve to try to slaughter him. But no, it didn't start there. Lacie had minions, minions that were a lot stronger than he was at the time. He remembered one was a Bloodclanner, and had threatened his family. And now that the Magical Girls were being controlled by the Chain leader, he had to worry about those even more. Especially Homura. Although the ebony Blizzardclan leader hadn't done anything extreme against him yet, that didn't mean receiving one order meant that she would try to kill him. Which would probably start a war between the clans, which was the last thing he wanted. He didn't want to have to end someones life. After all, he had to see so many dead corpses in his lifetime due to what he actually was.




    The armored cougar still wasn't feeling good. A frown spread across his jaws as he stumbled a little bit through the snow. His health was slowly deteriating at least, which probably wasn't a good thing. So getting bitten by a vampire wasn't good either. The new leader was having enough trouble making sure all of his clanmates weren't getting injured all the time randomly. Which was incredibly stressful since everyone wanted to see something done about the situation. His blinking also seemed to slow with most of his movements. That was until he head rustling in the distance. One that sounded like a struggle. The large male's ears perked before he began to run toward where the scene he heard it from. When he arrived on the scene, the scent seemed to hit him like a brick wall. The Hawkclan leader nearly chocked on it, and had to spread his legs a little bit to regain balance. The scent brought back too many memories. And it was mixed with the scent of someone he knew. A snarl escaped his jaws as he kicked some snow. "Those assholes! " Ichigo snarled angrily, and for once didn't swear in his native tongue. "Why would they take Wolfram?" The Monarch growled angrily as his claws dug deep into the snow. He was about to the point where he was going to march over toward Shadowclan, and demand that they let Wolfram go, or he would get him back by force. He was technically still family.
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