we're painted red to fit right in -- open, joining + amnesia

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    His eyes were narrowed forwards. Where and who was he? He had no idea, his paws moving slowly forwards, his mind deep in thought. All he remebered was falling asleep, then waking up in a dusty cave, far away from were he was now. His legs trembled, quaked at the frustration that he could remember almost nothing. Maybe in a few days he'd remember.


    But, this instinct to sit down and call that he needed somewhere to stay still resided. Firth, who he didn't know he was, settled himself onto the ground. He could smell something - a weird, fresh smell - a few feet away. A shaky yet loud cry escaped his mouth, and it worded, "Is this somewhere I could stay?"


    He had no idea what he was doing, but hopefully it would turn out fine from here.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Amnesia was something that, fortunately, Margaery had never had to deal with. At one point in her life, the threat of losing everything that made her her hung over her head like a rain cloud, but such fears had come to pass and she doubted that she would ever lose her memory. She briefly recalled when Moongleam had. Her poor co-worker had seemed so frustrated during that time and she had silently taken pity on her and her circumstances. But everyone's identity had to return at some point and it luckily did.


    But that was all besides the point.


    Hearing the call of Firth, Margaery would quickly teleport before him. A small smile would traverse the length of her lips and she would nod in response to his question. "I don't see why not. What's your name?"


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    Holster was probably not the best person to meet right off the bat. Given her quirky persona, you could either catch her in a good mood or a bad one and regardless, the apprentice was still going to be flighty and hyper out-the-ass. Yet, lately the female had found herself quite calm on the walks she took across the island. Now that her body had adapted to the frigid air, she could go out and quench her boredom through treasure hunting and hunting-hunting. The later of which had been the domestic's current goal when she spotted the strange cat, sitting idle like a little duck. The beautiful white cat crept quite close, flicking her tail to either side before deciding to reveal herself from the cover of trees.


    An odd giggle of entertainment escaped Holster's lips. What seemed so off about the male?


    "This place is Blizzardclan."


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    He looked directly at Margaery, and nodded slightly as she approved of his staying here. Although he had lost his memories of WindClan, he knew that some grouped together. But at the question of his name, he began shaking a little, rattling his brain for anything at all. A blankness, except the memory of him travelling here blanketed his mind. "Uh, thanks," he started, trying to stall with the answer to her letting him stay. "For my name, my name is," On the tip of his tongue was his name, but it was scared to jump off. "... I have no idea. I don't remember anything but the walk here," he admitted. When Holster came up, he smiled in her direction. What was BlizzardClan? Firth paused all movements, contemplating the name hard. "BlizzardClan?" He tested it on his tongue, but it came out as a question. "If I were to stay, would that be my home?" The idea of it sounded delightful, because clan usually meant family, right? Was this a whole, big pile of family? A slow blink came to his eyes.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 150%; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;]Being near the stairs that led to BlizzardClan's main island seemed to serve as a second home at this point. Not that the paladin minded of course. She rather enjoyed greeting new members, wanting to help make their transition into the Clan feel smoother. The ivory feline's maw held a sympathetic frown towards the confused male, silently wondering what had ultimately led him to come here. It appeared that her Clanmates were handling the formalities for this case though, freeing Lacelock up to simply present herself and watch. That is, until the tom revealed he had no memory of his name. Was he possibly suffering from amnesia? "Yes, this would be your home if you stayed. You're more than welcome to," the she-cat responded, offering him a comforting smile in the process.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]He didn't know his name? Ah, so he had to have amnesia or at least some form of memory loss. That was understandable. "What would you prefer to be called, dearie? In these types of situations, you can become whoever you'd like to be," she explained with a simple nod of her head. Briefly she wondered what, or rather, who he might choose to become. The possibilities were quite literally endless. Shifting her weight over to her left side, she would continue to gaze pleasantly out at him, a small smile curling her lips.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The servaline drew to a halt by Lace, ashen oculars blinking at the other individual, as she caught up on what was going on. "Ah, Tama was an amnesiac too, when Tama joined!" She'd offer a smile, as she spoke. "But Tama was a child, so at the time, Tama didn't even know what the word 'amnesia' meant." Yeah, she wasn't going to lie - but back then, she hadn't known a whole lot of things, at all. Most of the things she happened to know today.. Those things had been taught to her by Blizzardclan. "It's a good place for a new start, that's for sure." She'd promise the other.