( that * it tears me up ) -- open, amnesia & joining

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    [color=#a4b5bf][size=12]i'm not one to forget.

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    she couldn't remember anything.
    no, she could remember one thing. pain. so much pain. and blood - blood matting her fur. and a name. captain. captain...who was captain? perhaps she was captain. it was familiar and comfortable, it felt...safe. a safe word. captain it was then.
    she stood at a border, unsure of how she got there, or why she was there. as she stared at her paws, she found herself aware of...no blood. she could recall it matting her fur, the stink of death. but, there was no blood, simply soft, silky brown fur. long and clean, no blood. no...no blood.
    she couldn't help but feel confused. where was she? she gave a small sniff, identifying it as westeros. she didn't have a clue what westeros was, but she knew that it...it wasn't bad.
    and so, she began to walk, right on into westeros. she was a tiny little thing, a shiny brown ball of fur, maybe ten months. two pale blue eyes took in the area around her as she ventured into the unknown area of westeros. she carried so identifying scent, no memories, and only a name she'd given herself.

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    Coriolanus was out on a walk around the border when he noticed the apparently small, lost feline. He wandered over, hoing his large size wouldn't scare her away. Why exactly was a random kitten milling about their lands? This was the second time this week. "Hello young one, are you lost?" The Warden asked as he padded over.


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    captain nearly screamed at the sight of the much larger male. oh, she hoped that she was...allowed to be here.
    "i-i don't know. i don't...remember anything. i just woke up here." she mumbled, blinking a few times in confusion.

    Shira approached the feline. She watched her as she sat down beside Coriolanus. "Hello there, kitten. You seem lost. Do you need some help?" She asked kindly.