PASSED THE POINT OF NO RETURN — open, visitor, sheo & dee needed

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    the feline always seemed to belong in this city. no matter how many moons passed, she always had the same grace, the same ease, when walking through the streets and alleys. these were things you didn't forget, the training, the time that had taken place here. it was embedded into her dna. and, so it seemed, it was in her sons.


    she was here for two reasons, two toms. she had things to discuss. she hadn't stopped at the border - though sheogorath was dead, she still felt at ease in the territory. it hardly counted as tresspassing for her, and she doubted either of the two would let her get hurt. well... she wasn't sure about her son. but his father, she was confident he'd at least ask her to get out. there was no pain she could feel, no way to torture her. she'd simply sit and laugh like she had each other fight she'd been in.


    the feline walked into the makeshift bloodclan camp and sighed, glancing around for the two.

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    Tags
    • BloodClan Member.
    • Former RiverClan.
    • Palemoon x Dee.
    ♦ Physically Massive.
    ♦ Delusional.
    ♦ Chaotic Neutral.
    ♦ Rainbow Collar.




    ♦ Attack in bold gold.
    ♠ Hard difficulty.
    ♠ Reinforced Claws.
    ♣ Biography.
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    "Well now, what do we have here? Come to visit dear Sheo?" Amusement laced his strong voice as he drew closer to the she-cat with his tail waving high through the cold wintry air. When he was just a few pawsteps away, he settled onto muscular haunches and awaited a response with a smirk dancing across dark lips.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;] Lounging about as usual, she noticed an unfamiliar she-cat in the camp, her Riverclan scent betraying her. It was odd, yes, but she didn't question it- after all, this girl was here looking for someone, judging by the fact that she was clearly looking around. Though, she seemed comfortable, unlike the few other clan cats she had seen at their borders from afar. Perhaps she had lived here before, though she knew for a fact that traitors to Bloodclan always remained that way and few were allowed back. Heaving a soft breath that could have been mistaken as a sigh, she made a move to go and escort the poor lost clanner from their territory.
    Oh- no, wait a moment, it seemed like Sheogorath knew her, or at least decided to deal with her unwelcome presence. She cocked an ear to the side, and lay her head upon her paws to watch their conversation from a good distance away. Though she still felt a tad on edge, after all, this was Bloodclan's territory for a reason. They weren't there to trod upon like wildflowers growing in a crack of the pavement underfoot.


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    he was so... old. she knew it was inevitable; her son was bound to grow up, especially without her there to protect him. but no, she reminded herself, she'd never been able to protect him. not from the world, and not from himself. she knew she ought to feel guilty about it, she really should, but... she didn't. he'd have become who he was inevitably, just as she had. quietstar had been smart enough to let her become herself, and she was glad for that.


    "hello sheokit. or is it sheogorath now? eh - regardless, you're still my son. a name is just a name. i'm here to see you - and your father, i need to speak with him." she said passively, looking him over. "you've grown. sometimes i forget how old you're getting - the rest of your littermates have passed, i'm afraid. you and pansypaw are all that's left now.


    "quietstar's passed away as well, killed himself. if you'd like to visit his grave sometime, i can take you - smokebreath wouldn't be stupid enough to tell my son he can't visit his grandfathers grave.


    "how is bloodclan treating you? are you eating enough? sleeping enough? if anyone tries something, let me know. i know you can handle yourself just fine, but i'd prefer to keep your bodycount lower than your age. i've spent enough time in this city to know just how terrible some cats can be."

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    Tags
    • BloodClan Member.
    • Former RiverClan.
    • Palemoon x Dee.
    ♦ Physically Massive.
    ♦ Delusional.
    ♦ Chaotic Neutral.
    ♦ Rainbow Collar.




    ♦ Attack in bold gold.
    ♠ Hard difficulty.
    ♠ Reinforced Claws.
    ♣ Biography.
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    "Sheokit died in a blizzard on his way to BloodClan. I am the Madgod Sheogorath." The young adult reminded his mother, his smile never faltering as it flickered across his chiseled features once more. "Now take yer worrying somewhere that's not my ear or it might fall off. My bodycount is at...one. But that was a dog, heh. Although, if ya keep askin' me questions I might just add you to the list." Really, it was irritating, and his voice reflected it. He was eating fine, dancing fine, fighting fine. Everything was fine, simply dandy! "As fer Dee, I'm sure he's around here somewhere."
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    "sheogorath, you've died before. you came back, but let's not put me through that again, yes?" she said, rolling her eyes but not entirely looking bothered. she'd half expected this distance to form, and she'd come to terms with it. with the fact that the entire litter had died, that this was hardly her son anymore. "kill me if you want, but i still gave birth to your body and i still want to see to it that you're taking care of it.


    "how has he been, your father? dee and i may not be... well, anything, but i still care for him. he's the only reason i even have you to worry about."

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    Tags
    • BloodClan Member.
    • Former RiverClan.
    • Palemoon x Dee.
    ♦ Physically Massive.
    ♦ Delusional.
    ♦ Chaotic Neutral.
    ♦ Rainbow Collar.




    ♦ Attack in bold gold.
    ♠ Hard difficulty.
    ♠ Reinforced Claws.
    ♣ Biography.
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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: dotum; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; width: 300px; margin-top: -10px;][justify]So YOU'RE the little nightmares mother" a haunting voice rang out, echoing slightly off the walls. Nearby the calico female lay, her tail swung back and forth as she listened to the chatter. She wasn't surprised that he talked to her that way. She herself offered to kill her own mother, but she was quick to teach her who was older. Though Sheogorath had gotten older and almost as big as any of the full grown cats in the clan.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]at the sound of his name, dee perked his ears and looked up from his perch in one of the fire escapes. he narrowed his eyes and glanced around quickly. a moment later, he spotted three familiar cats, all gathered at the end of the ally. enzo, sheogorath, and...was that palemoon? huh, he hadn't expected her to show up any time soon.


    the muscular black tom dropped down silently from his perch and made his way over to the trio. he had grown since the last time he'd seen palemoon. he had always been bigger than her, but he was stronger, muscles rippled beneath his sleek black fur. his icy blue eyes glinted as he looked her up and down. she hadn't changed much, it seemed.


    "you were asking for me, love?" he mewed, a charming smile upon his maw as he came within conversational distance.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Sheo had a mother? Well, he supposed he had to, everyone had a mother, but Zan hadn't really expected Sheo to have any relationship with her. Sheo didn't really seem to have any positive relations with anyone, with the possible exception of Dee. "You're Sheo's mom?" he asked, even though it had already been stated several times. He didn't see the similarities. Not appearance wise, but personality. Now, he didn't even know Palemoon, but he was pretty sure she wasn't exactly like her son. "Nice to meet you?" he offered at last, stepping back several steps. This was family drama and he wasn't too eager to get in the middle of it.



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    "you were my father, you are my son. no matter what happens, that's how it'll always be. i'd have fought for my father and i'd die for you." her tone was decisive, hard. there wasn't a thing he could do to change her feelings; he could kill her, and she wouldn't fight back.


    gazeshifting to the female, she immediately looked both offended and defensive of the female referring to her son as a 'nightmare'. but she bit her tongue, knowing she wasn't finished with her business here and she'd have hated to be escorted out too early.


    gaze shifting to dee, her eyes immediately took each inch of him in. he really had grown - and she couldn't say she was displeased. he'd been handsome then, so many moons ago, but they'd both been young, despite the rank she'd achieved rather early. now, here they were, all grown up. he'd come into himself quite well, and she carefully noted the muscle covering his frame. she hadn't changed much, she never did; onlu in height. it seemed her legs were ever groeing, her thin frame staying the same, ribs hidden beneath the thick, well groomed fur.


    "how could i visit my son but not his charming father?" she inquired, her tone polite but a hint of a friendly familiarity to it. "how have things been? i've heard you've gotten a promotion?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]she came to ask how he was doing? well, that was interesting. dee was quite certain he would never take the time to do such a thing. well, unless it was for his sisters. he was actually fond of visiting them from time to time.


    "i've been doing well." dee responded, somewhat awkward. he wasn't overly attached to palemoon, and it was weird having a conversation with her. to be perfectly honest, he preferred kissing her. "yes, i was promoted. elite guard and now deputy."
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