im gonna make this place your home ;; open, homesick + breakdown

Dolly Jefferson · Nov 27th 2016

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Oklahoma had been having these awful dreams lately. Horrid, terrible dreams.

Well, they weren't terrible until she woke up. They were dreams of being back in Ireland, being back where everyone spoke like her, being back where everything was familiar, from the weather to the stories, to the mildew on the leaves. Dreams of being back home. Because yes, no matter how much time she spent here, with all these wonderful people, they would never be her ma, her pa, they would never be the sweet and rowdy Irish folk from the village. No matter how much she tired to be positive, this place, this clan, was not home.

The dreams were so real, they were so real that in the dreams she begun to think that WindClan was the dream. It would explain a lot, like how she got there. Everything would go back to normal for a day or two, and everyone would be happy, Oklahoma would be happy. And then she would wake up.

It was always the most horrible thing. When she wakes up, every time, it's like being whipped alive. It hurts, it hurts so much, physically and mentally, and she would sit there and cry like the child she is until she fell asleep. This night was no execption to the tears and the heartache, but this night, Oma couldn't fall asleep again.

So she took her hat, and with blurred vision from salty tears, Oklahoma climbed her house and sat on the roof. She pretended she was just a kit, just a babby, and that the hard, uncomfortable wood beneath her was the soft and rolling hills of Ireland. She pretended she could still crawl into her hat like she did as a child, and she pretended that when the sun was fully up, she would go back inside and there her ma would be, breakfast in all it's glory. Oklahoma would pretend.

She would pretend that she wasn't watching the sun rise while sobbing her homesick heart out.

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ELIAS · Nov 27th 2016

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With a sigh, he heaved himself atop of the roof but stood at a fair distance from Oklahoma. "Sweetheart?" He called out. The nickname wasn't romantic or flirtatious, simply something other boston-accented wolves would call others. "Do you want to talk about it? I'm here for you if you'd like the company." He calmly stated--nothing pushy, just quiet and friendly.

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snowprincess. · Nov 28th 2016

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_{Holydove knew what the feeling was like. Being homesick was not pleasant. While her time in Arcadia Bay had been less then favorable, she missed it there. She missed the beach there and how beautiful everything looked in the summer and fall. She missed how small the town was and how everyone knew your name. Most of all she missed her little sisters and father back home. Of course, she had happily accepted Windclan as her home, everyone here was friendly and had become her new family. But she couldn't begin to imagine how much Oklahoma missed home. She limped over and sat beside Jacques. "Hey... Oklahoma... If you need someone to talk to about anything, I'm here, alright?" the rabbit murmured sympathetic.}
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Vindicate Clemens · Nov 28th 2016

Vin couldn't say he ever suffered from homesickness. Sure he had missed his friends and family and the safety of his kittypet life, but it had never really hurt. His mind had always been set on the future, at least back then it had when he left his old life behind. He had been so focused on the new that he hadn't put all that much thought in what he had really lost.

The blue tabby swooped down on the roof, but he decided to not say anything. He wasn't certain if he could help or not, so he would wait for the young Irish girl to speak up.
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Dolly Jefferson · Nov 28th 2016

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The girl didn't make any indication that she had noticed the boston accented wolf, she didn't flinch when he climbed up her roof, and didn't even twitch her tail as he offered company. Her sobs stayed consistent, shaking her small frame and her hat. The only movement she made that acknowledged those who had arrived was when Holydove had spoke, and she slowly started to shake her head. The movement got faster and faster, until it was rapid and she barely managed to catch her hat as it fell off her head. "You're not my ma," Oklahoma cried out, "and you're not my pa, and there's nothin' to say about it! I didn't even get to say goodb-" Her voice was cut off by another round of sobs, loud and pained.

After a few moments, she turned to face those who had gathered. Tears were streaming down her puffy cheeks, and her face was contorted to one of agony. It seemed she was trying to curl into herself as she shook. She looked terrible. "I talk gas, don't I?" she asked suddenly. "Ye can't understand half of what I say, sometimes, can ye? Because my voice is gas an' thick, and by jaysus it's been a donkey's year since I've had a conversation wit' out someone stopping to ask me what somethin' meant!" she yelled. She was angry, but even her yelling and the harsh glare in her eyes were polished with sadness and loneliness.

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snowprincess. · Nov 28th 2016

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_{Holydove did not like screaming. She quickly flinched away, her ear aching back and pressing against the back of her head. She's just upset. She doesn't mean all this. She just needs a little support. the rabbit tried to remind herself, swallowing before she tried to speak up. "I never got to say goodbye to my dad or little sisters, so I know why you must be upset." Holydove told her then, trying to keep her voice steady. "But you have to understand that just because we're all not your family, doesn't mean we don't care about you. I care about you a lot, Oklahoma. This clan wouldn't be the same without you."
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Dolly Jefferson · Nov 29th 2016

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Oklahoma found herself slowly and shakily raising, legs weak beneath her as she tried to stand. She could barely do it, nearly collapsing before catching herself. Tears still streamed rapidly down her face, but now she was making her way towards Holydove through her sobs. After a moment, the feline reached her fluffy goal and collapsed before her. "Tá brón orm, tá brón orm, tá brón orm, tá brón orm..." the girl muttered over and over again, not realizing that her apologies were in her first language.

Ready green eyes looked around, and then sun, the grass, and the orchards in the distance. "I miss Ireland so much, lass, so much. Nobody talked gas and I didn't constantly feel off my nut. It was cozy." Her voice was a whisper through her tears, whispy and unaware. "I woke up 'ere, doubled in age. I didn't get to be a child, I didn't get to grow up... I just woke up, here," she explained.