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    Tatteredfur's eyes gazed along, his black toes shining in the snow. He was holding a snow hare in his jaws, he entered camp and dropped it at the pile. A puddle of water was there, and he stared into it. He wasn't the same. He seemed to flicker between the raven he used to be, and the tatter he was now. It was strange not to have the smooth, fluffy face he used to, but a ragged, torn, scarred face. He smiled though, and smiled. "Look how much We've changed." He murmured to himself. "We're so different." 
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    [align=right][b]here is a letter from my lonier self[/b] [b]to the one that's in love once again[/b][/align]
  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]We. He wondered if his psychosis was contagious. But that was just silly. The mind couldn't be passed down to others, he couldn't even control his clanmates. He could only influence their actions, but still the power of choice remained within the individuals. Cherrystar approached from behind, noting he hadn't seen the male for a while as he picked up a small mouse with his jaws. He looked at the scarred warrior, dipping his head in acknowledgement of the elite as he walked outside the storage den then sat down. He couldn't help but take a bite before staring off into nothingness. His eyes almost seemed lost in thought.


    "Do you miss your old name, Tatteredfur?" the leader would ask as soon as he saw the male about to exit the den. After all, Cherrystar missed his.
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    He didn't even notice Cherrystar until he spoke. He shook himself out of thought and began to speak. "Y-Yes I miss it very much." He Mewed, his eyes glowing. "I miss being a Raven. I miss it very much, but Whats in the past is in the past, I'm not a raven anymore." Tatteredfur told his leader, a smile on his face.
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    [align=right][b]here is a letter from my lonier self[/b] [b]to the one that's in love once again[/b][/align]

  • "That's a lie."


    Thrush paused, biting his lip. No, no, he shouldn't have said anything. Was it too late to walk away and pretend he hadn't said anything? He swallowed hard, forcing a shaky grin. "Y-you're just as immature as ever." Gah, no, that was worse. "If you broke a raven's leg, it's still a raven, right? Maybe you did grow a bit. But you're still you." He took a deep breath in, waiting a moment. "You're still my best friend. You're still Raven. At least, you are to me."

    [color=white]You are THRUSHMUMBLE, a happy-go-lucky medicine cat, always energetic and bright, if a bit socially awkward.You're eager to please, to the point where it's sometimes damaging to you. You tend to be extremely anxious, paranoid, and a bit odd, but you're very friendly and loyal, with a lot of love to give. You are a slightly fluffy and matted cream tabby with low white markings. You're pretty tall, and sort of gangly and light. You have one bright green eye, and one blind blue eye.
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    Tatteredblossom's smile lit up brighter as Thrushmumble came to view. "And after all this time, your still a immature Thrushy." He joked. "But in all seriousness, your right. in some ways."
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]It caught him by surprise when he heard Tatteredfur's reply. To him he didn't expect the scarred elite to view his two names as two different personas and lives. Did the tom wish for his old name back? His thoughts were interrupted by Thrushmumble who spoke up, and the leader's eyes immediately turned to the medicine cat as he tried to save himself. He guessed being impulsive had its ups and down as he listened to Tattered's reply.


    "If it makes you feel better, I miss my warrior name too," he said with a small nod, "Despite the fact that I'm leader, don't you think I'm missing that flair all the other Clan leaders have? Regardless, a name is a name. If it's too hard to carry on your new name, your name can be reverted. Like the ranks we have in life, names aren't permanent. I mean, did your personality take a complete 180 when you went from apprentice to warrior? We all grow up, yes, but it doesn't mean we're a complete stranger once our names change."
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    Tatteredfur thought long and hard about what Cherrystar said. "No, My name is who I am, I'd never get used to being a Raven again." He then paused. "I mean, did your personality take a complete 180 when you went from apprentice to warrior? We all grow up, yes, but it doesn't mean we're a complete stranger once our names change." He shook his head. "I mean, I was pretty different as an apprentice." He pointed out, but he chuckled. "Your Right. We do all grow up. But even sometime I feel not myself-" He stopped to ask his leader a question. "Do you ever feel like your not yourself? Or am I just crazy."
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]But his limbs didn't suddenly mutate and sprout wings, his face didn't contort and his eyes didn't change colours. He was still the same even with the amount of scars and ripped flesh he had. He wished Tatteredfur saw the bigger picture. Then the elite seemed to bring up a new question, and Cherrystar almost choked at the shock of his words. The question was directed towards him specifically. Someone who wasn't himself. He felt it all the time. It was the poison of his mind that made him insane, and made him do things he wished he didn't. He really was just a passive guy, but his illness of his mind was different to him. It liked to watch him suffer. "Ah, sometimes," he lied with a sheepish chuckle. "And trust me, you're not crazy." Or at least he was more sane than Cherrystar was.
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    Tatteredfur chuckled. He took note of Cherrystars last line. "Not Crazy? Whos the cat who had kits with a windclanner, broke the warrior code, took a kit out of camp and got brutally ambushed by an exiled warrior?" He asked, wiggling a nonexistent eyebrow at him, a smirk on his face.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]"oh wait, let me think..." quinn mused, padding over to her clanmates. she sat down and put a thoughtful expression on her face. she waited a moment, frowning at the ground, then put on a look of mock realization. "ah yes, that was you, wasn't it?" she tilted her head sideways and gave the tom a sweet smile. no, she had not yet forgiven him. she would forgive him when she knew dustclaw was dead.


    her pale green gaze flickered to cherrystar, then to thrushmumble, and back to tatteredfur. "lovely psychological conversation we're all having here. mind if i join? i've always wondered what you all think of my name, you know, having a loner in the clan."
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    Tatteredfur giggled. Quin was a sarcastic, funny she-cat, that he liked having around. "Your name quinn, it makes you stand out in a crowd, I feel. But even though your a loner, you bring pizaaz to the clan, and certainly a loner isn't that bad, considering I come from bloodclan heritage." He told her, smiling.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He sighed and shook his head. Was that Tatteredfur's definition of crazy? "Crazy is not the term you're looking for. Rebellious or unruly would be those words to describe," the male responded, seeing Quinn had already stolen the sarcastic route. Cher would know who was crazy or not after all. At least Tatteredfur wasn't the one who from time to time couldn't remember who he was and where he was, and from time to time would see figures and hear voices that weren't physically there. He wasn't mentally chaotic like Cher was.


    He nearly flinched at the calico's emphasis of 'loner', and he gave a weak smile. "I've always wondered myself what will happen when I die and you take my place. But choosing you as a deputy is a decision I've always been happy with, and I don't think the day you take up leadership will really have to concern me since I'd be, well, dead." He didn't think he'd have to luck to survive until retirement. "But your loner name is fine." Or at least he had long gotten used to it.
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