TWENTY DOLLAR NOSEBLEED && OPEN + JOINING

touko-chan · Dec 11th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]YOUR BODY'S A MACHINE AND YOU RUN ON GASOLINE[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]A ragdoll cat was curled up, seemingly unconscious, by the borders of WindClan- the fact that Lio was perhaps out cold was something that regularly might have been assumed. A step closer, however, and her lilac optics would reveal to be opened, and the girl was lying in a soft patch of daisies which seemed to be growing from where her paws skimmed the ground.

Her head hurt, and she didn't know where she was. She wished not to be alone, any longer, but... it was difficult to speak. When she tried to mumble out something, all that came out of the feline's mouth was a feeble croak. Her throat was dry. She needed something to drink... and eat, for that matter. She wondered, did they have marshmallows? Her thoughts were jumbled up, her priorities mixed, her memories feebly trying to escape the place they were locked. There were faces and names, names like Kate, Greypaw, Astercrown, Astralprojections, Cherviltea; faces, a collie, a ragdoll, a tabby... but she couldn't match the names to the faces. She couldn't do anything.

Until, finally, as if she were waking from a trance, Lio yawned. Her fluffy tail began twitching and a comforting purr could be heard eminating from the femme's body. She flexed out her paws and swayed to-and-fro, until she managed to get to her feet, under which sprouted healthy daisies. Strange, she didn't remember having such a power. She looked at her feet, which had no claws- peculiar, indeed. They stung a bit and as she was curiously peering at them she noticed a scar across her wrist, akin to a permanent claw mark. Her lavender gaze shifted over to look at her other wrist and it had the same scar- it reminded her of how people slit their wrists in a successful attempt to end their own life, and that made her feel sick.

Grimacing a little at these odd scars, the chocolate-point ragdoll conjured a roll of bandages (again, something she was not aware of herself ever being able to do) and began to wind them around her wrists, hiding the sickening scars beneath.

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snowprincess. · Dec 11th 2016

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_{The fact that Kate had a body change and was now a little kid did not change the fact she now knew who everyone in the clan was. None of her memories had changed (though perhaps had become a bit more confused and naive in her new young state), and she remembered everyone she'd ever met, including Daisysteps and her unfortunate demise recently. So when Kate -- who was out exploring on her own by the border -- spotted the stranger just waking up from their slumber. Kate was startled, stepping back with wide silver optics, staring at the ragdoll cat as if she'd seen a ghost (quite a bit possibility given she could see ghosts, she could never tell the difference). She furrowed imaginary eyebrows, trying to figure out what or who she was staring at right now. It was all much too uncanny; the eyes, the look, the flowers around her paws. "I... I don't understhand...." the puppy murmured to herself, stumped.}
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CHERVILTEA XERSES · Dec 12th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea found himself approaching after Kate, overhearing a brief murmur being drawn from the child. He'd eventually draw to a halt by her side, fictional brows knitting as concern skimmed his countenance. "Kate? What's wrong?" The canine would briefly inquire, whilst eventually tugging his gaze from the other individual, instead finding it gradually shifting towards the figure whom Kate was seemingly staring at, bewildered by the appearance of.

As was Chervil, in all honesty. His canary-hued orbs would widen, neck straightening and craning back, oculars blinking twice in succession as he attempted to process the frame before them. "Dai?" Their name would skim his parted jaws, brimming with shock as it rose in his tightening throat. He felt sorrow clutch his chest, grasping it, whilst churning it until he could feel his insides spin. Collective melancholy: a dusk illuminated solely by the slight, slender thread of hope, drawn from the other's appearance. The slight, wavering flicker of possibility, that this was Daisysteps. That this was the individual whom had died, earlier as of this week. Memories, interwoven together, clumsily threaded into one clump of contemplation, traversing the forefront of his mind. Memories of the words embedded in her note. Memories of how she had been, when she had been alive. Memories of whilst she would sing, from time to time. The grim memories, and the eventual progress, and the pride that he had had in her, having seen her grow.. Having known that he had believed in her, and that he always would.

Even to this day - even if her demise hadn't been too long ago, either way - he still clung to it.. He still believed in her, even if she had taken her own life. He still believed that she would somehow return. He still wanted to have faith in his comrade. He still knew that he would always have faith in his comrade. Which was why, at this moment in time, he was.. lost, whilst his heart thudded and stammered in his chest, a lump gathering in his throat as he anticipated their response: as he hoped for her to somehow respond, perhaps greeting him with a smile, or even a sob? Who knew. He just wanted this to be her. He wanted nothing more, than this achingly similar silhouette, to be that of the lost Daisysteps, whom the clan had loved throughout her life, and after death.

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GREYJOY ! · Dec 12th 2016

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[justify][size=8]The chocolate tabby had not been feeling particularly cheery and welcoming as of late. Too much was going wrong, too much was stacking up against him. But he couldn't neglect his duties. His job was all he had left. So he supposed he would have to dedicate all his time and energy to that. Greypaw ambled over, curious about what Kate and Cherviltea were doing, and who this stranger was. His stormy gaze settled on the ragdoll, watching her wrap up her forelegs with bandages. Was she wounded? She didn't seem to be bleeding, so what was she doing?

When he saw her eyes, he stiffened. Lavender. He had only ever met one other person with lavender eyes. He immediately wanted to leave. He wanted to be anywhere but here. This was too much, this wasn't fair. And then Cherviltea said it. Dai? Seven hells, he couldn't do this. Greypaw furrowed his nonexistent brow, resisting every urge to turn tail and get out of there. But he stayed rooted where he was, just for the sake of not being rude. But perhaps the true underlying motive was the fact that he was clinging to some desperate hope that Cheriltea was right. But at the same time, he wanted to refuse to get his hopes up. He couldn't. He couldn't slip up again, that had been what caused him all this pain.

He would not forget, but he would also not allow himself to let his guard down again.
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touko-chan · Dec 12th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]YOUR BODY'S A MACHINE AND YOU RUN IN GASOLINE[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Her light purple optics would linger on her wrists as she finished tying the bandages, the chocolate-point's ears perked up as she heard the voice of a young girl, who was expressing the fact that she did not... did not understand? Wait, what did that mean? The female's ears folded against her head and she pivoted to lay her lavender gaze upon the child, and a small smile curved her petite maw. "W-What's up, kid?" asked Lio concernedly, her brows furrowind slighty. The other looked somewhat solemn, and it was hard not to notice.

Yet again, the femme heard the pattering of feet, and laid her gaze upon the collie, who looked bewildered as he approached. A collie, with a canary-hued gaze, whom for some reason she recognised but couldn't quite put her metaphorical finger on it. It was akin to a face that lurked in her mind, trying to tell her who they were but failing as her amnesia choked it. She heard what she believed to be a name, and the ragdoll, with a yellow ribbon tied around her neck, blinked a couple times, confusedly. "I think... y-you might have m-me mixed up with someone, heh..." She was stuttering- why was she stuttering? She wasn't nervous. "My name's... well, I don't really r-remember, haha! I guess... I'll b-be Dandelionchain, but... you can call me Lio. It's... a, a little strange that I t-tread daisies when my n-n-namesake is a different flower, isnt it?" she shook her head, curious, geniunely, about this strange revelation.

The next to arrive, a brown-and-alabaster tabby, caused Lio's heart to skip a beat, just slightly. She gulped, and furrowed her metaphorical brows further. He was quite... handsome, wasn't he? Though, she wondered why he had a sense of familiarity and security eminating from him, in her eyes. He looked reluctant to approach, she had no idea why. By this point it should be easy to tell that this wasn't Daisysteps- the fact that she had a dark-brown face instead of being pure-white, and she stuttered, but only slightly- additionally, her name was... similar in one way, but still different in its own way. She still wanted to be friendly toward this guy despite how scared he looked to approach, and parted her lips to greet him. "Um, hi th-there!" she chimed, grinning.