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    DRAGONPAW
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    He knew he was a coward. Dodger's death killed him inside and the way he thought to even compliment him... to name him.. Dragonpaw couldn't live with himself now and knew if he stayed here much longer he was either going to be killed by another Scarclanner or killed by his own crippling sadness. It was inevitable. With his eye still bloody and the scarring skin now to be a forever reminder of what happened here, the large panther gave a final look at the mountain and took off, a single sticky note left behind him. The male was gone.




    It read:
    I'm sorry.




    And was dotted in salty, bitter tears of regret.




    /he'll be back one day! He's just going to another clan to sort things out for a while!
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    The smell of shame and self hatred brought the typical tumbling girl about onto the scene- nothing seemed to get past her.


    "Ol'right, Watson, what have we 'round here?"


    She spoke to herself as she floated along, 'investigating'the area for clues with her genus partner- herself. It didn't take long for Gaila to find the note; sniffing it, she found out easily Dragon was behind the writing, and her expression perked up greatly, knowing a friend he was to her.


    Then, her face dropped as the words appeared before her. Her game was over as the dots were piecing together in her mind; she was no smart being, but she understood something wrong with Dragonblight.


    "U-um...Say something?"


    Gaila floated down onto the ground, asking the open space to say something, awaiting Dragonblight to come out of nowhere and say,"Something." The starry femme was hopeful at first, saying it another time or two, only receiving silence in return, after that, her face became more worried along with her tone of voice.


    "[color=pink]Say something!"


    Gaila left the note behind, feeling to upset to keep a hold of it; her priority was to see Dragonblight again. The usual dapper feline was now worked up and tearing up small starry tears. She didn't want to miss her friend like this.
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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 had seen Dragonblight run off during the meeting, and honestly? Had followed him as much as he was able to. He lost track after a while, but, hearing Galia through Super Senses, he found his way back. Or, well, to where Dragon had left the note. Bruce snorted as he read it, muttering loudly, "Good riddance." He looked over at Galia to see her crying. Why the fuck was she crying over Dragonblight? He betrayed the Clan by killing the leader. So him running away was less work on the ScarClanners, and to Bruce that was a good thing. Bruce said nothing else, unless you count sighing, and walked back to camp.

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    Ren frowned. At Gaila, the note. Dragonblight was gone... which was, in some ways, a good thing. After all, he... he had killed Dodger. Their leader. But there was definitely something wrong with him. "Maybe it's better that he's gone," she said in a cold tone, pink gaze still looking at the two words on the note.



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    ren — 16 months — female — npc x npc — albino serval; pink eyes — scarclan tribune — wears a hairpin attached to a string as a necklace


    powers
    water elementals


    battle tags
    physically medium-hard, mentally medium — ask for capture/severe injuries, no kill — attack in #FF0080
    serah .
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    For the best? In the mixture of her thoughts of distress, Gaila couldn't help but turn towards Ren, teleport over, and snap in her whining fit.


    "[color=pink]He was my friend though! This is his home! We are his family! Dodger forgave him!"


    She remembered clearly what Dodger had said to Dragonblight before his leave; he forgave him, he promoted him, he even gave him a chance at leadership. Gaila couldn't wrap her mind entirely around the complex affairs, but what she did know was that she wanted Dragon back, she wanted to ride his back or boop his nose; just something that would bring her back to a better time.
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    Ren narrowed her eyes, staring Gaila straight back. "So? I have no idea what Dodger was thinking. If it were me, I wouldn't have forgiven him," she spat back. Her family would never have forgiven Dragonblight, if that had been the case. No one knew her family here, though. "If you love your friend so much, then you would stop whining and follow him," she continued, before turning away with a 'hmph'. She knew she'd probably follow her friends... only because she had so few. But... if they were a traitor... she wasn't so sure what she'd do then. If it were MAMURA who had killed Dodger... she probably would have defended him too.



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    general info
    ren — 16 months — female — npc x npc — albino serval; pink eyes — scarclan tribune — wears a hairpin attached to a string as a necklace


    powers
    water elementals


    battle tags
    physically medium-hard, mentally medium — ask for capture/severe injuries, no kill — attack in #FF0080
    serah .
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