Lost in the Loop(open)

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    A small, brown tabby tomcat awoke from his sleep. It took but a moment for panic to strike him; where was he? This was not where he fell asleep. The place felt familiar... although long forgotten. He wandered about aimlessly, hoping to gain some identity of where he was. He struggled to walk every now and then, as the numerous scars that ran long across his body still pained him now.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; width: 450px][font=arial]"State your name and intentions, dearie." Commanded the domestic cat as he flickered into visibility before the stranger. Nos did not know if this was a ThunderClanner or a trespasser, but either way, here he was.

    The tom stopped in his tracks to stand at attention to the voice who called to him. Perhaps now wouldn't be the best time to explain everything... he thought to himself. "Merely finding my way," the scarred tomcat answered. "This place looks familiar, and I was wondering...is this Thunderclan territory?" The tom gazed off in the distance, his sides becoming visible—numerous scars and wounds were visible, as if the apprentice had been in the vanguard of an all out war. He did have very similar traits notorious of Thunderclan cats, however; broad shoulders, stern, military-like poise, and a resilience borne from hardship.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify]"Yes, it is, but if you are not here to join or anything of importance, you must leave." The said with a lash of his tail. He hated animals like this, thinking it was A-Okay to just waltz into someone else's sanctuary just because they wanted to take the scenic route or just to stir up trouble.

    It was then that a smile had escaped the curt and seemingly emotionless tom. "Thunderclan...I apologize, I shouldn't have been so doubtful," he said, forcing back a laugh of joy. "I've spent so much time away that I had nearly forgotten what it looks like." He turned to Nos and dipped his head in respect. "My name is Treepaw, apprentice of Thunderclan. I guess I was to be presumed dead; I was captured by anticlanners and held prisoner for time I cannot recall. I don't know how I ended up here, but I won't argue." The tom's eyes betrayed his emotions of happiness with what looked like near insanity. The tom's body was laced with wounds and scars that have been reopened time and time again—his mind must be addled by fear and loss of hope.

    [justify]"Treepaw, huh?" Wildlife's rumble sounded as he came to stand next to Nosferatu. The bear gazed at the apprentice and tilted his head. Wildlife wasn't sure he could recall a Treepaw. "Well, then, Treepaw, in that case, welcome home."[/justify]

    Treepaw seemingly couldn't stand still, shaking with excitement that he wouldn't have to endure any more of that awful anticlan. "I-it's great too...be..back..." He said to the newcomer, before collapsing onto the ground, exhausted.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify; width:470px; font-size: 13px;] The she-cat's brow lifted as the tom collapsed, though she returned to her original, casual state after slowing to a stop beside her clanmates.


    "Welcome back, Treepaw," she said, a small half-smile spreading across her white-splashed muzzle as she added, "Let's get you back to camp before you go falling over, though."


    Anti-clans sucked; the guy probably would need quite a bit of rest after whatever went on during his time captured in one and getting back to ThunderClan.

    Treepaw nodded slightly; he was exhausted, but still awake. "Y-yeah...It'd be great to not worry about being paw-deep in blood," he remarked. The relief and happiness the tom felt were inexplicable; this felt so unreal, especially given how he couldn't remember how he got back here. I got a hit on the head, and then...uggh! I can't remember! he thought frustratedly.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify; width:470px; font-size: 13px;] "Need help getting back?" the healer inquired, flicking a brown-furred ear as she gazed down at the younger feline. Though seemingly able to walk just fine, he seemed pretty damn tired. How long had it been since he'd last gotten a good rest, she had to wonder. Personally, her own nights were spent restlessly, thanks to her phasmophobia, though it wasn't a threat right up in her face, constantly something that she'd face day and night.

    ooc: what's phasmophobia? o. o *just curious so i can understand*


    ic: Treepaw nodded. "Y-yeah...That'd be much appreciated," he answered. The tinge of excite lied on the edge of his fur, giving him a delirious feeling of joy. "There's so much that I could say about what happened..." he said in somewhat of a hushed voice. "Where should I begin?" While he knew that Thunderclan had it's own problems to deal with (like always), he wouldn't mind giving a bit of revenge on his captors.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify; width:470px; font-size: 13px;] ooc) It's the fear of ghosts. c:
    It's actually connected to this other ongoing plot that I have with her. I can link you to the threads where most of the more important elements are played out, if you'd like, though they're all pretty long as a quick warning. xD


    ic) Consoling wasn't necessarily something that she was very good at, though it seemed that his goal here was merely sharing his story.


    "How about when you got captured?" she suggested, shifting to offer him her shoulder to lean on until they got to camp. Perhaps she'd give him some poppy seeds to help him relax when they got back. He seemed ready enough to snooze already, of course, but being held captive in another group was never an experience that left one very settled.

    The scarred apprentice took awhile to think, every now and then a "Hmm..." or a "No, that wasn't it..." when he finally remembered. "Ah, right!" he exclaimed, although not so loud to quite call it exclaiming. "I was helping...er...some medicine cat, not really quite sure, collect some herbs. I always wanted to be a medicine apprentice, yet I never really argued about being a warrior, so I decided I would at least help wherever I could; a warrior with some medical training never hurt. After some time I offered to split up so we could gather more herbs, and when I was by the Shadowclan border I was ambushed by a brutish looking femme. At first I thought it was a Shadowclanner, but I smelt desert sands on her...anyways, she was too tough and when I tried to run, another cat, a tom, came popping out of the trees on top of me. The journey's a blur, but when I woke up I was in some kind of prison cell..." he retold, pausing every now and then to either catch his breath, or double check his memory. Everything felt so hazy...he couldn't really tell time anymore. It hadn't mattered. All that was important was that each passing moment he was alive was good...


    ooc: ah okay. Links probably won't be necessary, but probs a good read! I do like to follow on stories through roleplay. :P

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify; width:470px; font-size: 13px;] ooc) same here. ^^ I can see if I can find a small synopsis of it, perhaps? I know I made one when she had her last litter.
    ic) "Desert sands?" she echoed. Sounded kind of like BloodClan to her. They were the only group she knew of that ever resided in a desert. "Did you ever find out why she smelled like that?" she inquired after a moment.

    Treepaw sighed. "All too well. Apparently they were a group known as Captiveclan...they live way for out in a prison in the middle of a desert. They kept prisoners, and most just resorted to beating us and making us suffer..." Treepaw shuddered. "But...not all of them were brutes," he added. "I tried escaping...and their Surgeon caught me. He promised I wouldn't last long out there, and he let me join as his Imp. Surgeons are kinda like med cats, but they don't have any connection of faith, and Imps were kits and apprentices. So I pretended like I knew what I was doing...but I promised I would return here the first chance I could." The tom became more detailed, especially since this part was easier to renember. Then something hit him. "Er...you wouldn't happen to know an apprentice named Dapplepaw would you?"