WIBBLY WOBBLY TIMEY WIMEY // p; Gilbert

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    Let's see how long Timey's muse can hold out, shall we? Calamitycub had thought about the vents of the past few days. She'd found a friend, met a few people, and got promoted. It all happened rather fast. She hoped she was doing well with her new rank of Paladin Trainee. Calamity had vowed to protect this clan and its members with her life, and that was what she would do.


    The striped tigress hadn't slept lately. At all. Paranoia, perhaps? She was paranoid, but no. Insomnia? Likely, but also no. She felt sad. Bad memories had resurfaced the past day, filling her soul with its relentless hurricane of depressed thoughts. She remembered things that didn't even happen to her, somethings that she knew weren't her memories. And it puzzled her, the rage, the desperation, the pain. Worse was, she hid it from everybody. She didn't want to burden anyone with her problems. Not like they'd care. At least, that was her excuse.


    Instead of sleep, she stood at a brook, thinking. It was a cheerful and serene place. The water tumbled over smooth stones with a relaxing rippling noise. An intake a breath announced her sleepiness, but the feeling was soon smothered into oblivion. Now was not the time for sleep.


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    Oh hey, he knew her! Kinda. Bouncing over, he tilted his head curiously. h-hi! Y-you're calamitycub, r-right?


    "Yeah, that's me. And your Gilbert, right, Love?" Cal turned her head to offer a feigned peaceful smile. It didn't quite reach her eyes. It was very quick, soon falling into a crown. She exhaled smoothly before swallowing the lump that had risen in her throat. She remembered his nightmare, and she remembered the time he sang. It had been like a spell, encouraging her to let out all of her storming emotions out in song. Ugh, cheesy.


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    He nodded with a smile. u-uhuh! he replied.



    Sorry my muse is a douche


    //today is just like one of my muse showers


    Calamity chewed her lip thoughtfully. "You, er -" She broke off, not normally complimenting people. Should she really say something about it? Perhaps he didn't want to talk about it. Well, screw it. "You have a lovely singing voice."


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    /silently tries to take muse


    He hesitated, his cheeks could red. i- uh.. T-thank you.. he said, his voice going soft.


    Her head turned back to water, emerald eyes fixated on the frothing brook. Beautiful and calm, though powerful and furious at the same time. She sighed, and for a fleeting moment she became the stream. Calm, peaceful, yet courageous. Then her mixed emotions crashed upon her and she forced back a sob. He didn't want to know about her problems. They didn't concern him. "What do you think of when you look at the water? What does it remind you of? Gilbert, what does it feel like?"


    #calamityblz


    Calamity giggled as well, soon clearing her throat, though a grin had appeared on her face. "Oi, don't laugh at your superiors." she teased. Gilbert was something wasn't he? Often shy, but sweet. It was adorable. He was cute. Don't tell anyone she said that, okay? "Just water, huh? No past conversations? No past girlfriends? No other friends?"


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    He cast away was gaze and cleared his throat. i didn't know anyone until blizzardclan.. Except silhouette.. I didn't know her name. he said softly. i remember she came and curled me up in a blanket, and started singing some song. It lasted two days before she died. he shrugged and sighed. by then, the birds and buzzards had picked her bones clean, and I don't know how I survived.


    "It makes me think of a lullaby my mum used to sing." Calamity confided, soon looking shocked. Had she said that aloud? Obviously she had. She hadn't meant to. "I, um." she stammered, hoping he didn't press her to explain further about her childhood.


    //thanks for that, muse-stealer owo


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    Oh, good. She let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Okay." she said calmly.


    //he should so, like, sing his lullaby song
    To compulse her to sing hers
    It would be so cute


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    He looked at the sky, and sniffed. if I sing mine, will you sing yours?


    She sniffed. "Maybe." It wasn't a promise, but his voice seemed to make all her defences fall. Like hypnotism.


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    He smiled happily and looked at himself in the water. "if only, if only," the wood pecker sighed. "The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies." he sang softly, hoping shed sing after him. the wolf waits below, hungry, lonely, he cried to the mo-oo-on: "if only, if only"


    Calamitycub watched him slowly. Her eyes burned, and she closed them to hide back the tears she had dammed for so long. Succumbing to temptation, the words seemed to stream from her mouth. Hangingtree had often sung this to her mother, and in turn, Forevermore had sung this to her. "Deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass, a soft green pillow." Her voice began to shake, all the bad memories rising up and turning into large tears that slowly rolled down her striped cheeks. "Lay down your head and close your eyes, when they open, the sun will rise. Here it's safe, here it's warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you." Though her face was wet, more tears seemed to silently flood, and she shut her eyes and turned her face away to hide it from him.


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    He scampered over to hug her and smiled. its beautiful, calamitycub