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    ▼ ALWAYS REMEMBER THERE IS NOTHING WORTH SHARING ▼

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    The day was rainy and cold, wet and stormy. Just on her way out of the temple she slipped and skidded on mud, stumbling and falling multiple times. Her over-proportioned paws were numb with unexpected summer cold.
    That's how Littlepup felt. Numb.
    She'd searched everywhere, high and low, and couldn't find Talia or Lithiumpaw, two of her mothers. She couldn't find any of her siblings. Couldn't find anyone at all. Where had they all gone? Why had they vanished? And Sylmae. Sylmae was gone, too.
    And suddenly the 4-month-old wolf pup couldn't take it anymore. Fur spiked up and slick with thick brown mud, tears rolling down her face, indistinguishable from the rain, Littlepup lay there after falling once more and let herself be racked by sobs. Alone. So alone, so young.
    She had accepted it: Lithiumpaw was never coming back.
    There wasn't a body to bury, but like a daughter would always know, Littlepup did. Her mother had passed.
    As she broke down in the center of the storm, memories flashed before her young eyes: her mother comforting her when Virgo (also gone) bullied her. Her mother, bursting with pride, as she was promoted to loyalist, tribune, achilles. And less specific things: Her mother, laughing alongside of her, or just a static image of her in some happier time, smiling. Just smiling at the long-forgotten ghost of what had made her happy. A phrase of ideas rolled past her head of Littlepup at birth; the oldest of six, what had Lithiumpaw thought? What did she think she would grow up to be?
    She was four months old. Not even an initiate. Yet she already knew loss.


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    [hr]Rain... so much rain... and noise...


    Nurse poked his head out into the rain, not caring that his head was quickly getting wet, and he managed to spot Littlepup's muddy form. What was she doing there, sitting out all alone in the rain? She was going to catch a cold, or something worse!


    Shuddering slightly, the timid tiger made his way towards the pup, trying to look for any obvious injuries on her body. Finding nothing significant, he sighed before sitting down to join her in the cold, cold rain. Nurse blinked away the water running down his face as he asked Littlepup, "I-Is everything alright?" Looking to the side, he'd pause before looking back at her to ask, "Wh-Why are you out here in the cold?"
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; height: auto;][justify][size=8]Oh, Gods. Twistedhalo had a soft spot for sad, lonely children (when they didn't piss her off). She could sympathize; as a kit, the cheetah lost Nimbus, a dear friend in her earliest memory of BloodClan. Seraphine, Delsin and Nada went missing during her kithood as well. And since then, so many others, including her parents. She could feel for the pup. Not bothering to ask what was wrong, Twistedhalo sat behind Littlepup, haunched over to protect her from the rain. She'd also try to wrap a paw around the little Achilles' body to pull her closer to her stomach. The restrain from adopting this kid was so real right now.


    "You're going to get cold out here. Do you have a den?"
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    The angel limped forward and brought one of her wings up and above Littlepup to further block the rain from the child. She... wasn't sure what to say that hadn't already been said, so she elected to keep her mouth shut and merely serve as a source of comfort.


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    While she was dead, and there were no plans to return to life, that didn't mean she wasn't completely gone. Every now and then the former leader liked to roam around in her ghostly form, her war-torn body and elderly features almost transparent, and yet the only colour remaining in her lifeless body was the orange in her eyes that had been passed down to her daughter, Lithiumpaw. Regardless, if she saw a relative in need of help, of her clan needed aid, then she would leap out of her grave in an instant. Breakdance flickered into sight with a frown etched onto her scarred facial features, exhausted, no longer youthful, padding over though her paws did not leave a mark in the mud. Of course, technically, she wasn't really here. "Why do you weep, child?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]SCARCLAN — ACHILLES — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN BLACK[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Bruce didn't mind the rain. In fact, he enjoyed it. It felt good on his fur, honestly, and it helped with the gills on the side of his neck. "You're going to get sick." The panther frowned at Littlepup as he came over, glad that Macarona put her wing over the pup to protect her.


    Bruce did, of course, note Breakdance being here, but thought that his mind was playing tricks on him and decided to ignore her for now.

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    She didn't know Nurserypaw. She didn't recognize his scent. She could barely see his strawberry form through the driving rain. Nonetheless, Littlepup forced herself to attempt to look him in the eye through her swollen ones and answer his questions. Littlepup shook her head, still crying softly, and shook her head. "I...slipped. I'm cold," She mumbled through tears, barely able to form coherent thoughts behind a blinding wall of grief and loss.
    And suddenly the rain stopped; no, it hadn't. Someone— Twistedhalo, Lit thought— had shielded her, drawing her limp form in closer to keep her warm in the torrential downpour. The wolf pup was grateful for the warmth and the kindness, and nestled her head into her fur; yet some part of this felt inherently wrong. Lithiumpaw should have been the one to comfort her. "Not anymore...not anymore." She whispered, shaking her head again, tear tracks visibly different from those of the rain. Her tears tasted of salt and pain; the rain was empty of emotion.
    Again an unfamiliar form shielded her even further, radiating heat into her chilled, numb body; her soaked fur was spared the continuing assault from the sky. "Zeus's crying, too," She whispered, pale amber eyes glancing up at the heavens.
    Breakdance? Was that her grandma? She had to be hallucinating if dead family members were comforting her now, requesting of her what went wrong, why she was crying. Why she was sad. If Breakdance was there than perhaps Lithium was too; Little knew she was not, but still searched for her ghostly form. There was none, and the wave of sorrow crashed over her again. "Momma's gone, Breakdance," She whispered, sitting up under her shelter of bodies. "Momma's dead."
    Under the sadness was a great gratefulness that welled up from the deepest part of her heart; no longer was she being soaked by the heavens, because others were doing it for her. Gratitude surfaced among the grief.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]Kin is still there. Even if Sylmae, Breakdance, and Lithiumpaw weren't there anymore, he's there. He'd always be there for Littlepup, even if that meant that he had to suffer. He'd go through anything, just to help Lit. The two of them are practically the only people they have now, so that means that they have to stick with each other, no matter what happens. Because he knows that there are always rainbows after hurricanes, in a metaphorical way of course.
    "Here, I'll try to warm you up," The tribune says, trying to embrace his older sister in a hug. He looks up- it's cold outside. It hurts to think that almost all his close relations are gone now, nowhere where he can talk to them. It's safe to say that the death of their mother, Lithiumpaw, had hurt him and his sister the most. Kineticpup remembers how she was there when he was promoted to a Tribune, just like Lit. And how she was there when Breakdance had died, and how she was there during their grandmother's funeral, trying to help them cope with her death. But now that even Lithi was gone... who would help them?
    He hopes that the rain can hide the tears dripping down his face- hearing Littlepup's voice is enough to make him remember how much bullshit they had to go through. He's just a kid, barely even a few months old, and most of his Scarclan relatives are dead. Kin looks down at the ground hopelessly, his eyes blank. "I don't... understand... why this had to happen to us," He mutters, choking on his words as they leave his mouth. But at least... he has his clan, just like Lit.
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    Kin. Kineticup. What would his warrior name turn out to be? What did Lithiumpaw hope for when she gave him the name? What about Littlepup? Now, she would not be there for his ceremony, or Lit's. She would not be there for anything. Not when Littlepup had children of her own; not when she became an initiate. Not when she was on her deathbed from old age, having lived a worthy life. Kineticpup would grow up without a mother, too. Or perhaps not. They had many mothers— but he, too, would be lacking a mom. It was only now that pain revealed the difference.
    She tried to thank him but choked on the words; Lit tried to remember all the happier times when they were younger, carefree. 'Training'. Laughing. Smiling, playing pranks with worms and dirt and leaves. How could they not have known? Not have foreseen terrible tragedy, not appreciated what they had? They seemed so young and foolish in her mind, though it was only a moon to two ago.
    Littlepup attempted to huddle closer to her brother, keeping warm under the rain. They could go inside the temple, of course, but she needed to do this. She wanted to feel the same pain on the outside as she did on the inside. But here, with her brother. "Never will," She replied, shaking her head, shoulders shaking with each inhalation. "Never leave me, Kin. Promise." Littlepup stared him in the eyes, hard, with her amber ones, determined to get a covenant that would never be broken.


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    Hearing that the pups didn't have a den made her even more empathetic. After DarkClan had burned down BloodClan's asylum, her pregnant girlfriend almost consumed by the flames, her Clan had to seek shelter in ScarClan. It was demeaning and downright depressing. And during the entire ordeal, her parents had been fighting. Those were not happier days. The pact they were making reminded her of Jace; the hellion's closest sibling. He'd never turned on her, or left her behind or turned his back on her. A flamboyant flaming idiot tiger was her safety net. "You can both seek shelter in mine, if you'd like." Twistedhalo offered. "My home is open to you whenever you need it."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:8pt; line-height:150%; text-align:justify]"Hey, I know we've never talked or anything, but I mean, I'm here, you can talk to me about anything you'd like. I'm Riley." the turkish angora smiled, raising nonexistbnd eyebrows in an attempt to lighten the mood a little. He'd heard the pup explain to everyone why she was crying, and Riley unfortunately could relate. He never even knew his mother.
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