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    [justify]In all honesty, they hadn't actually been gone that long, but, it had felt long to them, and because they had found a new body, why not come back as soon as possible? Besides, he had to get back before someone made a stupid mistake over his death, like maybe try to kill the cat who had killed him. Which he didn't want, as he wasn't that type of person, even if the other had killed him. Padding up the steps, which he now held a fear to, the small caramel coloured feline would make their way to the border, his now violet gaze looking around for anyone to intercept him.[/justify]

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    There was... well, something familiar about this creature that was trailing up the massive stone steps, but Nikolai couldn't really place what exactly that was. When Matthew had died, right upon those same steps that this pseudo-stranger now ascended, he hadn't been there. Francis was heartbroken, and many others were disheartened. Perhaps if he had known Matthew better he would have felt the same? It was interesting, though, that he couldn't find the other's spirit anywhere. He'd searched, for those murdered usually had the most restless of souls, but it was gone. Living, almost. The platinum blonde felidae sat at the top of the stairs, watching as the caramel creature approached steadily. Suspicion crawled up his spine, seizing his throat. And yet, he asked, coolly, when the newcomer had reached the top of the steps: "Name and business?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:160%; text-align: justify;]Whitepaw approached him after Nikolai did, and sat behind the other Blizzardclanner as he waited for an answer from him. He too felt as if something was familiar about this guy, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Not literally, of course. The male curled his tail around his feet, a bit nervous for some reason.


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    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 8 months (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single(?), Low-key crushing on Andypaw » Panromantic Asexual » Paladin [HP] of Blizzardclan » Apprentice of Lithiumclan


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    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
    >Broken Ribs
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    [justify]Matthew Williams, rejoining I guess I could say? the feline would ask, his voice sounding confused. Honestly, he didn't quite remember what to do when it came to joining, so hopefully he was doing it right, and if not, well, he would probably end up facing a few problems most likely.[/justify]

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    Matthew Williams? "I fucking knew it." Vulgarity aside, the suspicions that Nikolai felt were confirmed. the Belarusian rolled back his shoulders, attentive gaze still trained on the feline. He certainly looked different, but his soul was familiar; he called it. "Welcome back to this hellish mortal realm, Matthew." responded he, stoic expression evident in even tone. However, there was a trickle of warmth in his words. Hardly. It wasn't every day that someone came back to life, right?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:160%; text-align: justify;]"Well, welcome back," Whitepaw muttered, standing up to walk away. He was about to compliment him on his new cat body and how pretty it looked, but that would be kind of... weird and awkward. "Glad to see you're alive, but I'm not sure how that happened." He was honestly too tired to say that it was some sort of black magic- weird things like these happened every day.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL;;
    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 8 months (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single(?), Low-key crushing on Andypaw » Panromantic Asexual » Paladin [HP] of Blizzardclan » Apprentice of Lithiumclan


    BODIES;;
    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
    >Broken Ribs
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    He could handle reunions. This was less exciting than it first seemed. "Merde. At least I did not find anyone to kill." Francis shouldered his way up to Matthew's front, eyes blazing. He winced at the touches of pain on his spine, feeling the claws of that monster tiger again. What a great mentor he had been.


    "Okay, first thing we are going to do is train you so that you will not die again." he growled, touching noses with his apprentice in a manner that betrayed his snarling. He gave him a grin "Ah, but you look formidable in this new form!" he enthused, stepping back and tilting his head. He wasn't going to try and hug him, for that would probably kill him once more (and moreover, it was rude), but instead attempted to kiss him once on the cheek. "I have missed you."


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    [justify]Err.. thanks Mattie would nod to Niko before he looked over at Whitepaw. Ah, same ol' whitepaw, wanting to keep his distance. Whatever, he couldn't care less about how the other felt about his return. Taking a breath, his calm would only last momentarily for the fact Francis had found his way onto the scene. Oh great, he was going to be told off for this wasn't he? Are you alright? the combatant would ask as he noticed the hurt in the other, as well as the injuries. Oh great, Francis had gone and done something stupid while he was gone hadn't he? Honestly, he had the feeling this would happen. [/justify]

    [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]Immediate solace surged through her features, and relief traversed and eased all thought. She was glad that Matthew was back, and she was glad that Francis certainly seemed all the happier now, too. "Welcome back, Matthew!" She'd chirp, a smile forming her maw as she spoke to their arisen comrade.

    "Welcome back, Matthew" he said with a wagging tail, a large smile on his maw. He was so glad his fellow auxiliary combatant was back that he could jump on him, but he doubted that'd be appreciated. And chances were he'd push him off in the process and he'd rather not see that happen. He'd probably jump after him. Anyway, MAtthew was back and he looked good in that new body, so that was great news!

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    Çelina followed the sound of the commotion to Matt's return. She felt a prick of guilt that she had not even realized her clanmate had been gone. The pup herself had been scarcely appearing over the past few days, and also felt bad for that. Looking the feline over, she would over a simple nod of greeting. In her opinion, his previous body was better, but it wasn't up to her and no one would probably appreciate her voice in the matter.
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    Arctic Wolf Pup||6 moons||Attack in #FF9CDA||Adopted Daughter of Moongleam||No Powers

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    Many people seemed to recognise this guy, but alas, Matthew seemed to be one of this poor soul who he hadn't quite had the privelidge to meet. And rightly so: it seemed, from his Clanmate's reactions, that the other had been gone for an unspecified amount of time. Dan didn't really, in all honesty, have an intention of approaching since he was so awkward and sarcastic (and would probably end up offending Matthew or someone other clanmate), but since he didn't want to build up a bad reputation, the feline reluctantly approached, suppressing the groan in the back of his throat. "welcome back, I guess," he muttered, refusing to make eye contact with the returning member, "I take it you're Matthew. I'm Daniel James Howell. Dan."

    Forever is a long, long time
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    "O-oh! Welcome back Mattie!" Kiipcha cried out happily, stumbling forwards. She hadn't known what exactly happened to him, but knew that he was gone for a while and she didn't take to well to that. He was one of her friends, of course.









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