I'm Sorry [P: Skullpaw] Have We Met Before?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 14px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: +2px; text-align: center;]skulls — bishop — female — medium[/fancypost]
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    When she thought back to that moment, the stranger did look awfully young. Perhaps young enough to be a kit, an age group she made a point of favoring over any other. Who knew, by now, how many kits she'd rescued from their birth homes and brought here, for a better life? They could have been plagued with parasites and she would have groomed out each one if it meant they could experience this life and her home gained a new future Skull. To the stranger, she'd been unfair- irrational, even. Such was her natural, childhood tendency.


    The bishop supposed she should check up on him, rising form her napping spot on a windowsill. With injuries like that, he was probably hanging around the medicine rooms where Mizu should be treating him. The calico jumped from her perch and trotted towards the kitchens. Of course, their only medic had a dual alliance elsewhere, but Havisham doubted he would go tend to his other alliance and leave someone to die.


    And, if he was gone, the kid could probably use someone to watch over him. He could try to run away, hurt himself, or cause some mayhem from the inside of the group. A paw knocked against the ajar doorframe of the room tentatively. No one knew who could be sleeping in there. The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally wake Lionstar, wherever he was.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]thans! )


    A gently squeak came from the den at the knock, and a bit of shuffling. He had been studying some herbs while no one was watching. He quietly tuckered back untitled he small bed he was staying in and moved his head, pulling the small blanket over his neutrally trembling body. i-it's open!
    #dannychantemp

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    His bed actually looked good enough to sleep in. Was that what the medicine crew was up to building when there was no one crying out in pain? Miss reminded herself to get Mizu to make her one of those sometime. Maybe it would make the nightmares go away, but she digressed. It was mid-summertime, what was he doing with a blanket? He was going to give himself heatstroke again. Attempting to hook her claws into the cloth, she made a whisking motion to whip it off. "What's your name, anyways?" Blunt as ever.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]he looked down, frowning. w-we'll.. I-I thought the blanket might help with the sunstroke.. he stammered, looking away before sniffing softly. im skullpaw.
    #dannychantemp

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]he looked down. i was looking for someone and ended up here..
    #dannychantemp

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    The apprentice had no intention to join when he arrived. Not only that, but there was an end goal in mind that he was likely to pursue upon recovering. Miss knew it would be best for the clan if he stayed. Every fiber of her being believed he would also be better off is she did all in her power to make him, even if many would disagree with her.


    He'd answered her questions so far. Might as well try one more. Finally, the bishop spoke. "Who might that be, to make you wander so far from home?"



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]he blinked and hung his head. what was your brother like..? I was always told Otis was a huge p-party animal.. he mumbled with a slight smile. o-oh! Otis is my b-big brother..
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    Her head shook slightly as he asked about Roland. She shouldn't have talked about herself. Intimacy was not at all a cool style, but her eyes widened suddenly."Hold up- Otis is your brother?" a chuckle escaped her at the mention of the tom. Had she known him before she became... what she was now?


    So many memories from the times when he was around! She couldn't remember them being close friends, but the guy was alright. He had that thing for smoking and locking himself up when he was upset, if she recalled, but he had a crazy energy at the start. That last part was the only one worth mentioning. "He did love a good time." He also loved Ymir, or Marion, but the little Skull probably didn't know who that was. "I can't remember him ever talking about a little brother, though." It was odd. For a guy that had seemed so outspoken, she didn't know a lot of details about the dude.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]his eyes brightened slightly. y-you knew him! Wow! he said, eyes wide. what else d-do you know?!


    / XD it's fine! Don't worry~
    #dannychantemp

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width=350px][justify]Reminders of the good times always put her in a better mood, but her smile froze for a beat as his enthusiasm was evident. Was it possible that he knew nothing of Otis? "He was an important part of the Skulls." Depending on when he was born, Skullpaw could have heard of Otis after his move to the group and come looking for him.


    As long as there were no questions on what happened to Otis, she could keep reassuring that the former high position was honorable without admitting that he hadn't been seen in moons. It wasn't out of the question that he'd died long ago. "I know a former leader held him in very high regard." [/fancypost]