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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Moons. WindClan had moved from the mountain hills to the city and to who knew where until they at last decided to settle down here. After he had left his little spot of isolation, it was the first place he sought to look for...and it was also the place that took the longest to find. He wondered how it was under a new regime, but mostly if any of the people he knew were still around. It'd been years--he doubted that they might still reside here. People cast off bodies and loyalties like accessories these days.


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    //pax <333


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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px;line-height:15px]PAX WHO EVEN R U HOLY SHI T its carmen but we didnt talk enough for u to really know me


    Little did Chartedstars know, this male at the border was in fact a former leader of the clan he resided in. The only leader he had known was Sam, but if his memories ever came back, he would remember Wingstar and Shiftingstar as well. He believed that what Benedict thought was exceptionally true, as many came and left within days. It was almost as if they didn't give the clan a chance, or wanted to look for something better. So far, he found WindClan quite relaxing, as everything was rather slow. The only fault he saw was how everyone knew him, and he didn't know any of them. It was unsettling to know that he had supposedly lived here for months, thus giving him his advisor rank. Charted pursed his lips as he padded forward, movements slow and stiff. His injuries were healing, yes, but the process itself was near a snail's pace. He knew that to speed up the healing process he would have to rest and lower how often he moved, which was gradually making him more active despite what the medics had told him. He gave a soft huff as he slowed to a halt, eyes watching the other figure, a bit out of breath.

    [size=10][font=georgia] Drippingkit, having nothing to really add to the conversation, was silent as she arrived. This person definitely looked to have a purpose being here; they weren't just some loner that had accidentally wandered onto Windclan territory, that was for sure.

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    Jonathan padded in after Drippingkit, looking over towards the male who was at the border. Jonathan had heard about Benedict from other members, but the wolf never personally got to meet the former leader. So instead, he waited for Benedict to answer Praguelkit.


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    TAGS FOR MOBILE/PEOPLE WHO CAN'T HOVER

    TAGS FOR MOBILE/PEOPLE WHO CAN'T HOVER



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    Now there were two kittens and two older ones. Blank stares, mostly. Ah, maybe the WindClan he knew was gone and gone. There had been a saying about ashes and dust and he wondered if it could apply to this situation now. Maybe, maybe not.


    Seeing that he had been addressed, Benedict raised a brow, glancing down at the tiger cub with an almost imperious tilt to his chin. "My name is Benedict. I was hoping to request a visit to WindClan?" They might ask him a reason, so he decided to save their breath by answering it himself. Always the practical beast, this being. "To see if I still know anyone around."


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    For his part, and seemingly similar to most if not all of his Clanmates, Maelstrom had no idea who this stranger was. For a second the blue furred wolf stared, trying to put a name to the face; in vain. Clearly they'd never met before. But the way the male looked down at Praguekit, a certain twist of his features, made it very clear that here was someone disinclined to be diverted, someone used to looking down. That could be a thing of no matter... or it could mean arrogance and cruelty. He would withhold judgement for the time being, but that same powerful air pulled him automatically forward, and Mael ducked his head for politeness' sake, too.


    "My apologies," he stated softly, "but who - but might you speak of whom you're looking for? Things might go faster all around, that way." It wasn't - precisely - that he didn't want this stranger in camp, but looking at Benedict put an odd taste in his mouth, reminiscent of thunder on the horizon or a recent, nearby strike of lightning. It might be easier to simply tell him if those he looked for were dead or gone or disappeared.

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    A visitor? I could not comprehend why anyone wouldn't want to stay in such a nice place as the clan of the winds. I had only spent a few days, and already I felt more welcomed than I ever imagined. Still, I did not judge other's choices as I slithered over, my sinuous body bending the grass around me. Lifting my head, I taste the air with a flick of my head, curious as to the stranger's identity and residence.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]He was looking for old friends, enemies ⏤ maybe. The male in front of him now hadn't been specific. Was this... Benedict ⏤ out for revenge, or did he want to rekindle old friendships once again? The thoughts went on and on in that head of his, and it was all probably because Cosmicpaw was just stressed out while at the same time trying to pretend that he was fine. The young WindClanner moved to stand besides Chartedstars, instinctively... only to remember that his mentor didn't remember shit. There was a huff of breath coming from his parted jaws, and the wolf just looked painfully on edge. Frustrated too. Unable to stand still, Cos would watch some of his own clanmates speak towards the older feline. And, yes, through everything ⏤ behind the turmoil and whatever else there was, curiosity stretched easily across his face underneath bandages that wrapped around blind eyes.


    "Cosmicpaw." His name. An introduction. His head inclined, the canine would level himself as if he were staring towards the feline. In reality, all he saw were shadows through the thing dirt-stained white surrounding his once sharp younger amber orbs.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]More new faces. Were they all truly gone? Perhaps he had wasted his time trying to find WindClan and reconnecting with his roots. Another reason why he shouldn't have followed his personal sentiments in the first place. There was a cold feeling that settled inside him, a chill that set his heart still again.


    "No one specific. The main point of my visit was to see if those I knew were still around or dead and gone." The statement was delivered with his usual casual bluntness as he turned towards Maelstrom to address the WindClanner's question.


    He glanced over at the blinded wolf who had arrived when this other WindClanner offered what Benedict understood as a name. What was the point of that, he wondered? He hadn't certainly inquired introductions out of this lot, this new generation that wasn't his old,...beloved even, WindClan. There was a small frown that drew across his brows as he considered his response. "Pleasure," he finally stated, though the word held no warmth.


    //DAYYYYYYY how r u friend
    // mercy does eski know that ben is grandpa
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]//i dont think she ever connected the dots that he was???
    family drama yes omg
    wait to ben finds out he is a great-grandpa aaa


    Eskimokisses approached next to the wolf-form of Cosmicpaw, and the savannah curved her form around the front of his forelegs. He was leader when she was young, but she had not even been an apprentice when he had gone, replaced by Alaskanstar. That was, at least, the order she could remember.


    "Welcome back," she answered simply, dipping her head with a vague lacing of respect.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Unless the cub was one of those deceiving looking older souls, Benedict was sure that it was much, much too young to remember. After all, most of the older ones were giving him blank stares, anyways.


    "Gravelstar, Nimblestar, Calmstar, Cinderstar, Libertystar?" he offered tentatively, the past WindClan leaders he had grown up with, towards the tiger cub. Outside of Gravelstar, Benedict could only recall most of them having short, violent reigns, mostly plagued by attacks from both ScarClan and BloodClan. Ah, those were the days, right? Now everyone was happily friends with each other.


    But the two newer arrivals. There was a faint glimmer of what he saw as recognition in Eskimokisses' eyes. The name of Edward Elric sounded a bit more familiar. There was a faint smirk on his features as he basked in a little bit of old pride. "Twice ex-leader," he corrected. People always seemed to forget that, but it only showed how truly capable he was of doing everything he set his mind to.
    /// yisyissssss
    // hi oddi!!!


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    Though he felt vaguely dissatisfied with the answer, Maelstrom wasn't amount to press the matter. His caution - or rather nature, since he was almost never not cautious - proved wise when conversation spilled out and it became evident that Benedict had been leader not once, but twice. And not just any leader, but leader of WindClan, the group and home that the medic intern valued more than any other thing. That made him obviously and unstintingly deserving of respect, and the wolf puffed out an almost inaudible sight and stepped back, giving him room and wishing his Clanmates would do the same.


    Clearing his throat, knowing well enough that hospitality had to be offered, the wolf stated, "I cannot speak to who might have been here during your reign. Perhaps others - more knowledgeable than I might know. Perhaps I - perhaps you'd like to go to the village? We could give a tour, of sorts."

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    There was certainly a warmer note he detected in Maelstrom's voice now that the other WindClanner had let loose the fact that one of their ex-leaders was on the border. Admittedly, Ben did like throwing around his authority and basking in its glow. It was a good feeling.


    At Maelstrom's offer, Benedict took a moment to consider. Would it be more of a waste of time to look through the camp? Well, he'd already taken so much time already that a little bit more wouldn't matter, right? "A tour sounds fine," the serval finally answered with a curt nod towards the wolf.


    // :3


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    But in the meantime, he knew his duty. "Of course," the wolf murmured, turning on his heel to begin the aforementioned tour. "If, during your stay here," he added over his shoulder, "you have need of anything, you might ask for me. My name is Maelstrom. I am a - I can help with injuries, should they occur." A good enough way to give his name without assuming that Benedict would want it for its dubious merits alone.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Currently, he felt like a curiosity that was being ogled at by the other WindClanners present here. His prickly pride was not exactly happy at the idea of being reduced to an object-like state and the white serval was more than glad when Maelstrom went off, leading him on the tour of sorts.


    Maelstrom seemed slightly different from the other WindClanners. A bit more serious and invested into the Clan. It was a good thing, at least for a Clanner, to take loyalty to the group in such a way, especially in an era where one wore allegiances like accessories.


    Benedict's attention turned from the landscape back towards the wolf when he offered his name and assistance. Not that he would be in need of help in the near future, but Ben supposed that it was just common courtesy. "Much appreciated, Maelstrom," he stated with a nod. He jerked a chin towards the land. "Any interesting points of interest on the current WindClan territory?"


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