that which was lost shall be found again | an old friend returns

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    He could not have said how he had found his way back, he could not have told you how long he had been gone, he didn't remember leaving, he didn't know how he had found himself standing in a place where he knew he had stood guard for many a day and night. A silent sentinel in the night guarding the Wind Walkers, his clan, WindClan.


    All the golden canine knew was that he was home, and though home held so many bittersweet memories, knowing that many who had been beloved and familiar, were by now gone, long left or dead, amidst the ancestors that roamed the stars in the night sky, yet home was it still to the seasoned warrior, home would it always be.


    He had been known by many names, he had taken many forms, died too many times, always coming back with one purpose, to protect his clan, always finding a way to cling to life, every struggle evidenced on his body in the form of scars, long healed gashes and slashes, scratches that told a story of a battle or an injury, of a journey, of an adventure. A tapestry of the life of a warrior older than the oldest elder.


    The golden wolf ran as if the wind and he were one, he wanted to be home, amidst the old faces and the new, he wanted to know what had changed, what had remained, he wanted to know everything, he wanted to be home, and as he burst into camp, sides heaving, he knew that at long last, he had indeed returned.


    Sunfang was home.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1; width:400px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; font-family:constantina][size=11pt]Locksmith was new so he wouldn't be familiar with this fellow, but he always had respect for a warrior. Though he couldn't be too kind to someone who had just torn into camp like a whirlwind. The ichneumon cleared his throat and look on the wolf with the assumption that he wasn't a Windclanner that went on a really long vacation. He could only assume that something wasn't wrong either since there had been no yelling. "Uh, Yuh name n' business, mon?" The hulking male asked.


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    "As long as we've got the determination, we can do anything!"
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    "Do you want water? Do you need anything? Are you hungry?"
    Stealing a quick glance at Locksmith, the ginger feline stood at attention.
    Oh.
    Was this not a Windclanner?
    "Oh, uh, what he said!" she added sheepishly. [/fancypost]


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    [font=verdana]The main question had already been asked, so when D.Va scampered over she simply stood beside Locksmith and Honoka. [color=hotpink]"Hi," she greeted quietly, swishing her tail.



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    Sunfang knew none of the beings who approached him, their scent belonging to the wind that blew through the moorlands, yet it was foreign to him. It wasn't like the time of Gravelstar, or of his sweet Glory, nor was it Wingspan or Calmskies, Nebulaheart or Plasmaflare, these were new members, they would likely not know the greatest leaders of Windclan were all long dead and buried.


    The wolf swung his great head towards the ginger she cat, golden eyes piercing, missing nothing in their gaze. Turning back to masked creature, a beast he did not know, but did not begrudge, he was a guardian, like the warrior who stood before him.


    "I was called Sunfang, though I still am called that I suppose. I am a warrior of Windclan, like you, returned home after a long time. I see I have missed much since I have been gone."


    To the she cat he dipped his head, "Some water if it please you ma'am."

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    "As long as we've got the determination, we can do anything!"
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    It was something she had seen others do, so she was just imitating them. It didn't take long before she returned with dripping moss. Sure, maybe she had done a little bit of haphazard wandering to find a water source and moss, but she'd come back as soon as possible. He needed it now, right?
    Besides, she felt like she was meeting someone really old and really wise or something. And she definitely didn't want to miss out on a second of that, so here she was!
    Dropping the moss at his paws, she cheerily meowed, "Here you go! I'm Honoka! I haven't been here for long, but I hope we can be friends!"
    Maybe he could tell her stories. That would be the best. [/fancypost]


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    KATE MARSH
    "even angels need angels."
    Kate's Bio | Plot with Kate | Kate's new heart chart


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Much like the others, Kate had not been in the clan long enough to know Sunfang, but she became curious when she overheard the conversation. Cautious, the rabbit stepped forward to get a better inspection of the situation at hand. [b]"So you're visiting?" She chimed in then, pausing a moment before she continued to speak. "Is there anyone in particular you might be looking for, Mr. Sunfang?". She could actually recall spotting the ex-leader Wingspan chatting with an old Windclan medicine cat Javert. She certainly did not recognize them, but they'd been older more respected members. Maybe he'd know them? Maybe there was someone else here he might remember?


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    This fellow's name certainly did seem familiar. And so Marley would approach, brown eyes holding a question as the winged wolf sat down. It was common to see old members returning; he had even seen Benedict here, before the whole mess with... Being attacked and such.
    Pausing, Marley would start to speak, but held it back like one would if they dropped a book and managed to catch the very tip of the corner with two fingers.
    And, like in that situation, the words fell out.


    "You seem familiar, Sunfang. My name is Marley Rose- I've changed it comparatively recently. But it is nice to see returning members."
    This was yet another occasion in which he cursed his weak memory for names. Really, he ought to find flashcards to keep track.
    "I joined under Benedict's rule...? He's probably around here somewhere, if you're curious. Well, maybe. I saw him a bit back, maybe a month or so."


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    [spoiler=tags (may 31st, 2016)][justify]GENERAL;;
    marley rose harbringer-xerxes | genderfluid | 16 months old physically, has memories of a human | mhyrr rose xx npc | gravity falls, the nox, windclan, exiles, blizzardclan | student, beta, medic intern, sentry, warrior | stubborn, intelligent, compulsive liar, neurodivergent | single (but in a polyamorous future plot) | demipanromantic asexual | creative | gullible | caring


    POWERS;;
    free powers | telepathy | multiple possessions | memory manip | emotion manip | the sight | super senses | shapeshifting | ability to take away pain | molecule manip | teleportation | telekinesis | mutation combopack | fire elemental powers | fire elemental pelt (dragon body)


    BODIES;;
    white winged wolf with brown eyes | purple scaled tinted red with orange underbelly and violet eyes large dragon, wings look like the night sky | black with white splotches water panther with brown and green eyes | spidermonkey | black sheep | scarlet macaw | ashy faced barn owl | giraffe | moose | white tiger with hazel eyes


    INTERACTION;;
    physically easy | mentally hard | no kill/major injure | pm about capture | pm for plots | attack in cyan and/or bold


    LINKS;;
    heart chart | plotting | bio[/spoiler]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he bounced over, smiling. "hi!!"


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    Sunfang smiled at the young ginger feline in gratitude, falling upon the ball of moss and drinking it dry, grateful for the liquid that now coursed through his body. In truth he was ready to collapse from exhaustion, and he noticed a throbbing pain coming from his shoulder that was evidenced by a deep gash that had stopped oozing blood but was beginning to stink of infection.


    He looked around desperate for something familiar, but saw no one he knew, he only heard names, "Benedict, aye, I know him, he was a leader I served under. One of the last leaders I served before I left," why he had left was something didn't know, it was as if there was a gap in his memory, a chunk of time he could not account for, nor could he recall. The first thing he remember was standing on the border of the moorland looking at the rolling hills of his homeland, and as soon as he could, his paws carried him to the only home he had ever known.


    "Calmskies, Nebulaheart, Wingspan, Chimerapaw, Sidefang, Ivorytooth, Rem, Javert, Benedict," so many names swirled around in his head, so many he knew in his heart that no longer tread these lands, long since gone, and it hurt his heart to know that he was what remained of a bygone age of WindClan. Yet, perhaps this new WindClan would be the one he remembered, the proud clan that had stood against great foes like those of BloodClan and BoneClan, ShadowClan and the Skulls.


    "I have been gone a long time, I don't know if anyone will know me," he said sadly.

    JAVERT
    "I am reaching, but I fall. and the stars are black and cold"
    [b]javert's bio | plot with javert | javert's heart chart


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Upon hearing his name, the much older feline made his way over slowly and dipped his head. He'd come here to visit (mostly to check up on Wingspan and watch over her) and had been debating on making a permanent stay here. He knew none of the current, new members. Javert was much too introverted to make himself known to people without them approaching him first, but he was more then proud of how far his clan had come. [b]"Sunfang." the gray muzzled tom dipped his head in a sign of respected. "I recently stopped by to see the land as well. It's been a long time since I've been here. How have you been fairing?" He asked with a small twitch of his tail. There was a small pause before the ex-medicine cat added, "Wingspan is around here too occasionally. She'd doing wonderful." More then wonderful, she's perfect and beautiful as always. He added sadly in his head but did not make this words known out loud.

    Sunfang looked up and felt bright joy when he saw a familiar face, Javert! In his day, Javert had been an apprentice medicine cat, though he had not known the details, he knew that Javert had left the clan. He knew the tom to be a good and honest creature, particularly taken with Wingspan, the daughter of former Deputy Nebulaheart, and her ex mate Vectorshadow, long since departed to join the ranks of ElderClan.