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    The smell of tears drifted through the air as a young feline emerged from the shadows, feeling brown leaves crackle underneath his paws. the dark forest scared him; he didn't like being alone like this. he felt something bad would happen if he drifted away from home, but currently, he had no home.


    he didn't remember why he was walking through here, or why he was carrying a lantern with him. he had just awoken alone. he crossed the darkclan border, his own scent being quickly muffled by an unfamiliar scent of other cats. was he not alone in this forest?




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]The lithe trainee had been roaming about, exploring the territory in an attempt to commit it fully to memory. So far, she'd been unsuccessful – there was just so much to see! Even with the tour Natsu and Happy had given her, finding her way around was still a bit difficult at times.


    Wendy had been distracted, too busy studying her surroundings to notice the oncoming tom, and as a result she nearly ran straight into him. Jumping back with a squeak, she looked him up and down only to realize he seemed rather upset. "Oh, sorry! Wait, are you crying? What's wrong?" Her brown optics lit up with concern as she moved closer to him, tail tip twitching anxiously.



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    " nnggh... ah, i got lost here..." allen said, glancing at the female before him. he guessed they were about the same age, though he hesitated to speak at first.


    " i'm lost and cold... i-i don't know who i am..."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]'Good job getting here. Told you not to, didn't I?'

    The shadowy figure hadn't spoken yet. No, this one was like White. They where both connected. The three of them if you really thought about it.




    Only cheshire could manage balencing on a pinetree branch without making a sound. He certainly had been acting more shady then usual once he noticed more doors where being opened. A story re-written. Fate changed.
    His sudden demenor change was because he finally had a call to duty. That rabbit, and these children. He hadn't expected that. Not after the dream. He could steal this ones soul. Put a quick end to this. But he'd grown soft. He didn't have the heart to do so at he moment. Thats why he made his presance known by teleporting in front of the apprentice, grinning like the twat he was.




    "Fancy seeing you here, Alice."










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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Oh dear, had he lost his memory? She frowned, tilting her head. "Don't worry, you'll be safe here," the royal blue feline murmured. "We can take you back to camp and get you warmed up, if you'd like." Almost immediately after she finished speaking, another voice greeted her. Chesire. Wendy turned to him, looking curious. "Do… you two know each other?"



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    as wendy spoke, he nodded, agreeing with her. he wanted to be warm and cozy. she seemed welcoming, and he figured she could be trusted.


    allen stiffened up at the sight of the patchwork cat and moved a few inches backward, gritting his teeth in fright. " my name... my name isn't alice. it's..."


    he tried to remember and his head ached. this guy... looked like a cat criminal and that struck something deep within the young boy.


    " my name is allen... not alice." glancing back to wendy, he shook his head. " i don't think... we know each other, but..." his eyes diverted. " it's... weird."



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    "Weird? I'd expect this to be more then weird Alice." He was just messing with the apprentice now, though his gaze turned to Wendy. He smiled warmly.




    "It's dark, cold. Lets get you kids back to camp." He'd interrogate this joiner once they got back. Cheshire had some questions he needed answered. Questions about this kids memories. Memories Cheshire needed to access. Amnesia would be no good for the Dream world Guide.





    You see, Cheshire knew a lot about Allen. He knew a lot about a lot of animals.




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    "alice..." allen muttered out loud. why did this creepy guy keep calling him that? he shuddered, but reluctantly nodded. he didn't exactly want to follow this guy, but beggars weren't choosers.


    " l-let's go."



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    "hey there, i'm...agent oprah. it's a...whew...pleasure to meet you, welcome to the clan." and there was the colonel back from a sprint. she had to keep in shape somehow after all.
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    ah, and speak of the devil. there was white, now there to just check out whatever happened to be going on, but he appeared to still be on edge, given the fact that cheshire was here... that even made him reluctant to approach, but he was quite aware of the custom to greet new members when they arrived, despite only arriving in this world a day ago.


    hearing cheshire say 'alice' is what threw him off, making him stop altogether. he hadn't exactly taken notice of the small feline just yet... but now that he got a direct look, he could see... oh my.


    he said nothing, simply moving himself from where he'd come to a complete halt so he could kind of nod toward the new member... allen.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]"Stop being so goddamn shady and come join us." The cheshires usually malevolent demeanor sure had changed since his short stay here. Probably because he was no longer under the old influences. Padding through the dying wood, it was a 5-10 minute walk until they reached camp. From there, he felt his usual grin return. "Don't go and lose your head this time, Alice." came his last cryptic warning, before he vanished.

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