LETS HANG THE JURY // open, leaving \\ YOU SICK JUDGEMENTAL FOOLS

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 365px;]He took a deep breath, his exhale shaky and unclean as he did. As he watched the pale air flurry up towards the sky, he thought about how things would be different now. How things were changing every day, today the most. He wasn't cut out for this. He was too estranged from reality now. So, he grabbed his bag, hauling it over his shoulder as he did, and left. Just like that, he walked from outside the bubble of snow into the world ahead of him. Wedged in between two rocks in the front of the town fountain, he left an envelope, sealed with a fancy orangey-red wax. Inside rested several individual letters, each to their own friend.


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    Dear SunClan,


    I'd like to start off by saying thank you. I've never had a family quite like this one. I've been having some memory problems as of late and I've.. found out some important things about my past life. And I need to.. fill in the pieces, I guess. This isn't goodbye! Not forever, at least! We will all meet again, and if you ever need me, come and find me. I'll be back before you know it. Once all the pieces fit, once it all makes sense. Thanks for understanding.


    Magnus.


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    Dear children,


    Do not let anyone see this letter but you, understand? Listen; I'm going to RiverClan. That is where I must start my journey-- I'm giving you guys the house, but if you would like to come and visit me in RiverClan, the choice is yours. Uncle Andy's word is law, please obey it! Be good, my young ones! I shall soon return, grow smart with wisdom and big with strength!


    Magnus


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    [i]Dear Andy and Theo,


    I'll start by apologising to you two. I have nothing but love for you both. You've always been like brothers to me, even though Andy, you are my adopted kin, I feel like you two are my blood and flesh. Andy, I leave it to you to make sure my children don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone. Goodbye my friends, may we meet again very soon!


    Magnus


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    [i]Dear Rukia,


    My friend! I see you doubting your leadership skills no? You are a fantastic leader, you see, but I trust you to keep SunClan in tip-top shape! I want this place as fabulous as I left it when I come back! As for the healer position, I would recommend it greatly if you gave it to someone more worthy than I am. I was never really fit for the title. No, not me, I'm too much of a marshmallow. I trust you to give it to someone who really deserves it.


    Magnus.


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    [i]Dear Noelani,


    Let us say, Noelani, you will not be forgotten easily. I've taken with me your string of stones, and I will hang onto it every time I feel cold or lonely. This doesn't come easy to say, but I think I will miss you above all. Inside this envelope is a little seahorse I made out of beads, I'd like you to have it. I like seahorses, because my papa used to say, 'Your mother and I are like seahorses, child. Seahorses mate for life.' I miss my papa. Remember me with this, okay? Just until I come back, which will be very soon. I promise. Goodbye, Noels.


    Magnus.


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    And just like that, he was gone.


    [spoiler=tags][size=7pt]Basic
    Magnus Henrik Pal | 1 year, 3 months ( 15 MOONS ) | Nepalese | Healer | Sunguard | Ray | Impressionist | Welcomer | SunClan | FTM Transgender | Bisexual Biromantic | PTSD | Major Depression Disorder | HIV | Brain Cancer | Bulimic | Anorexic


    Relationships
    NPC x NPC | Gen 1 | Little brother figure to Suga | Adopted Brother of Andy | Adopted Father to Djerba Pal, Shirokuma Pal, Epilogue Pal, Holidaycub Pal and Adalwine Amigo Pal | Head of the Pal Family | 1/2 of the Cripple Crew
    Friend to all | Single | Crushing on Noelani | Can't Have Sex due to STD


    Facts
    10/10 Dada | Candle maker | Translator | DIY King | Smells like campfire | Based off roleplayer | Obsessed with Feta cheese | [i]LOVES DOGGOS     | MUST PET DOGGOS | BORK BORK | Basically, if your character is a dog, run far and run fast unless you want to get pet.


    Personality
    Cheerful | Bright | Bubbly | Jokester | Creative | Friendly | Innocent | Outgoing | Clingly | Over-enthusiastic | Clumsy
    Bit of an attention whore | Seeks approval from others | Body dysmorphic | Likes to make others feel better so that he doesn't feel as shit | Basically hates himself


    Appearance
    Red Panda Main
    Ref | Wears grey beanie | Also wears a jacket | Kink in tail | Slightly smaller than your average domestic feline | Three legs


    Status
    Currently: SEVERLY INJURED
    Major Injuries: LEFT LOBE BRAIN TUMOR, ONE LEG RIPPED OFF | Minor Injuries: BURNS ON ARM, MAJOR SCARING.


    Interaction
    Will be nice to everyone, including anti-clanners | Will heal you if needed, regardless your clan | Easy to make friends with
    Battlebody; Sun Bear | Attack in BOLD INDIANRED | Medium Physically | Easy mentally | Very fast | Open to capture, minor and major injury | No kill
    Roleplaying | "Talking" | Thinking
    Languages
    100% Fluent Nepali, Often Puts a Little Into his English Sentences | 90% Fluent Italian | %90 Fluent Japanese | %80 Fluent Chinese | %60 Fluent Spanish | %50 Fluent Russian | %50 Fluent Arabic | %30 Fluent Polish | %10 Fluent Korean


    Threads
    [https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2466856.new#new]Plotting Thread[/url] | Ask.fm

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    TAGS - UPDATED 12/03

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;][hr]LET JUSTICE BE DONE THROUGH HEAVENS FALL[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]It was probably unfortunate that he had been the first to stumble across the note, seeing as he had had no real.. relation to the stranger. He tugged the paper curiously from its place, however, somewhat inclined to unveil the contents, and yet refraining nevertheless, aware that it wasn't for him. "Uh," The canine paused, pivoting to call out to perhaps anyone whom would recognise the orange wax as some seal of significance. "S-Someone's left a note for.. someone!"


    TAGS 04/12/2016

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    Andy expexted to grow old with their love ones. To never leave them or them leave them. It was a fantasy they grew up with. Thkught when they left their own family, a small crack was left of the belief. When the fox came to Sunclan they believed that maybe they could rebuild it. To fix that crack thought nothing could fix it. That bandaid over it was not enough to hold that belief together. Not after this.


    The deputy heard Heavensfall words and soon bounded over curiosity winning over them. They weren't expecting much maybe a letter from a npc. Although yes they would feel bad they didn't think much about it. Thats when Andy let out a small gasp noticing the seal. "Magnus." they mumbled grabbing the envelope and gently opening it. Soon they took out all the letters and layed them out in front of them and the other's and soon they noticed the one with their name.


    The fox heart sank. Andy didn't want Magnus to leave. They didn't want their own brother, although adopted they still loved him, to leave. Somewhere that he didn't know. The fox read over the letter a stepped away a single tear rolling down their cheek. It was rather unusual for them to cry and Andy at this point didn't care if other's saw them.
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    ♥ ♥ ♥


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    INFORMATION — 12/01/2016

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#e6f7ff; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: auto; padding: 20px; padding-top: 14px; padding-bottom: 14px;][justify][size=9pt]Andines never got to really meet Magnus, but the letter he's left for SunClan intrigued her. Finding out about a past life? That is especially interesting. She did wish that he'd come back soon so they can talk about it. If he'd be willing to talk about it, anyways.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; font-size: 8pt;][justify][font=arial]▸//SINCE WHEN WAS THIS A THING -i'm listening to "in the name of love too"
    *cries*


    hearing the call, the perky pup would bounce over. a note? theo had never received a negative note before so he assumed it was something good, like the beginning of a scavenger hunt or something. an invitation for someone? that'd be cool, though he doubted it would be for him. oh well, he was still going to read it over.


    approaching the group, the golden retriever would hobble towards the letter andy had been standing by. maybe it was for his brother. oooooh, whatever they were doing he wanted in. or maybe not, the salty scent of tears reaches the child's nose as he brushes past andy. uh oh. frowning, the puppy would peer down at the note. it took him a while but from the words he could make out and the familiar scent of the healer the child put two and two together. and he did not like it. not one bit.


    a wail tears out of the silverblood's throat. sure, they said it wouldn't be the end but they were gone! before christmas too! theo could feel his heartbreaking. sucking in a shuttering breathe, the child would turn and try to throw himself on andy. this wasn't fair. he didn't even get to say goodbye.


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    info — updated 11/29

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    Noel padded over to the small group, curiosity bubbling in her at the somber air that hung around them. Confusion, then dismay, and finally deep grief exploded on her face in the span of a few heartbeats as the childish sunclanner realized what was happening. Someone had left, didn't they? Dear gods, she just hoped it wasn't someone she knew... Moving forward, she shifted through the envelopes, and felt her eyes widen when she saw her name written on one of them. With her talons shaking, she picked it up gingerly, gently prying it open and reading it slowly.


    They had to read it several times. Many, many times before they understood. She didn't even notice the tears already starting to prick in her eyes as she cradled the tiny seahorse in her talons, already starting to blubber like a pup. "M-M... Mag..." She whimpered, wiping her eyes with a vengeance. [color=gold]"I-I'll make you something, before you get back. It'll be pretty, and I know you'll like it. Much better than a bunch of pebbles."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px; color: #ff8080;][justify]What was going on? The black female would slowly make her way over, already she could taste the sadness in the air. Her mellow purple gaze roamed over them all and she got a sense of dread deep in her stomach. What was this? She moved through the group to get to the leaders that were all sprawled out on the ground before some individuals. But there was one left untouched in the envelope. Slowly she pulled it out and she pulled it to herself, her name written on it. Slowly and cautious she unfolded it to read the contents before her claws dug into the letter. Magnus...he was gone. Just like that the red panda, the one that helped put some life into her first home was gone. His peppiness would no longer be here anymore. "Magnus...I...I'll miss you." She really would and his words about her leadership made her feel a bit better about their current situation. She breathed out slowly, watching the white plume lift into the air, but she refused to shed a tear for she hoped that he would come back one day.
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    info — updated 11/23