AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO [∞] open, fright needed

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    She... had a request. Well, a request and an announcement. Considering recent events and how they had affected the blackblood, the kitsune found it hard to get out of bed in the morning. Sure, she had suffered through hardships before, but she had had her clanmates to watch over her. Now, a majority of those supportive clanmates were gone, and the guilt of doing nothing to contribute to the clan piled on top of her grief. She wasn't sure what to do with herself. There was nothing productive she could accomplish, and it simply hurt to exist, when she thought about it in the dark of night in her bed. Perhaps someday her joy would return.
    But she was certain that it wouldn't be today.
    Tiredly, as if weighed down by an invisible burden, the fem sniffed around camp until she found Frightfur's home. She had almost gone to Nighttales's house, out of habit, but of course, if he and everyone else were here, she probably wouldn't be having this conversation. Gently, she seated herself, and quietly, she knocked. No word escaped the kitsune's maw- not like she was much of a talker in the first place.


    /hnnnnnnnnnnNNNNG you can probably guess what's coming

    ooc rambling

    [ it's understandable, life and your health does come first, do take care of yourself! i love midnightpaw and good luck with your leadership in arcane! :> ]


    immortal knew the guilt and shame that was dragging midnight down. he took took the blame onto his own paws, however, despite his guilt of not doing better, he couldn't step from his position like midnight was thinking. stepping down would leave no medics, that is, if cottoncandypaw still was around. and midnight was one of the field medics as well. imagine, losing a whole medic team. that would be worst than the burden on his shoulders, hence why he had been trying to put his head up and attempting his best based on little knowledge and training he had been given from previous medics.


    the nurse had been searching for frightfur (although he wasn't sure why, it was probably the old habit of visiting the former doctor). upon arrival, he noticed the female just arriving at the leader's door, knocking on the wood. he paused in his walk, wondering if it was something major or whatnot. maybe he'd best to see frightfur another day, he didn't want to bug him all the time anyway now that he was a leader. he moved away from the cottage, although not completely leaving the area, somewhat curious to know what was going on despite knowing it was rather rude to lean in an ear to the convo.

    [font='Times New Roman']oh, I want to come near and give ya every part of me
    ▫ but there's BLOOD on my hands and my lips aren't CLEAN ▫
    [fancypost=bgcolor=; borderwidth=0%; bordercolor=; width:65%;]Frightfur was sleeping. He always was at this hour. The child enjoyed his beauty sleep and the secluded cliff that his little blue and borrowed house sat on was often left untouched. So the knock at the front door startled him and the pale servaline shot up in his bed with glowering eyes. Who would dare be bothering him right now? He thought with petty irritation. He stood and carefully placed a blue teddy bear against the pillow and traded his room for the main entranceway. ”Who is it?? he droned, half-asleep and angry. Then he waited a moment before extending his spirit like holds on the world beyond his body’s comprehension to sense what was around him and the extent of his yard.



    His supersenses told him of Midnightpaw just outside his door and he mentally and emotionally relaxed. Immortal may have been around, too, the sense of his presence was not far off. He wasn't sure how to feel about it, but he had nothing to hide if the young nurse was to listen in. He couldn't judge such behavior since it was all too much like himself. He'd keep the other child's presence a secret from Mids in case this nightly visit was personal. The baby serval suddenly opened the door to blink back at the four-tailed kitsune. ”Ah? Mid…night. It’s a little late, idnit?” he breathed as he rubbed a metal paw at the corner of one big round eye.


    //aww I hate to see Midnight go but it’s relieving to know you and Mid could be around from time to time. And, yes, it’s completely understandable so don’t worry about it! Good luck with shows and rehearsals and everything and I hope you get to feeling better soon!


    character tags/info — updated 01/15


    #BiteME

    /thanks guys! i'll do my best! ;3;


    The apprentice, er, she was supposed to be a warrior now, really, flinched at the grouchy voice of the new Commander. Some part of her wondered if he believed she was his friend. Sure, they had known each other for so long, but they'd never really interacted much. She had no idea he'd once planned to put together a piece of her that had been shattered by her reptilian father, but that was alright. The kitsune imagined that someday, she'd give him a basket of candy, or perhaps share her Halloween findings with him. Fright was a good guy. Macho as he was, she still found him quite amusing, in some circumstances. She wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps he had been one of the few to stand up for her, and that was pretty cool.
    She was aware that some people might be passing by her, which made her want to shrink into oblivion even further when Fright's voice sounded. Glancing around (she was never one for eye contact), she just so happened to catch Immy in the corner of her eye. She gave him a simple wave of one of her tails, thinking nothing of his curiosity. Stepping down would be embarrassing, but he'd come to find out eventually.
    In regards to her leader's first comment, she gave a sheepish grin, but only replied with an, "Oh. Whoops, hehe." Then, of course, the nerves kicked in, and her gaze swept the floor cleaner than a broom as she prepared herself to speak. "Um... so... I, uh, don't think I'm any good as a blackblood anymore. I dunno. I've been pretty busy. And... kinda sad... you know... the usual. But that's okay, I guess. Uh I guess... I might as well not be a blackblood anymore. I haven't been around that much, and that's not very good... Is, is activity a requirement for being a field nurse, though? If it's okay, I would like to try keeping that position. That way, I can help healing the little scratches people get, or something like that. First aid's always good."
    Although she fought the urge to fidget with her paws, she couldn't stop her tails from solemnly sweeping from one side to the other behind her. She had always imagined her mentor doing this for her in the future, but of course, things never turned out as expected. Well, she wouldn't have minded Frighty doing this for her, so perhaps it was worth a try to at least ask. Even if it made her feel all weird inside. "Oh, uh, also, another thing. Um... We haven't done any ceremonies since December, and, uh, my birthday was, like, a couple weeks ago. Do... do you think you could give me my warrior name, maybe? Or does it have to be done in a ceremony?"


    hER NAME

    [font='Times New Roman']oh, I want to come near and give ya every part of me
    ▫ but there's BLOOD on my hands and my lips aren't CLEAN ▫
    [fancypost=bgcolor=; borderwidth=0%; bordercolor=; width:65%;]Whoops didn’t not excuse the pain and discomfort he had gone through to actually pull his miserable self outta bed, but he let it slip. Only because this was Midnight and he liked her more than he would admit to anyone’s face. Plus, what she had to say seemed important only due to the fact that he could swear on his life that he’d not ever seen her more consumed with nerves and aching. He was too tired and unable to interrupt her unstoppable rambling (even though he wanted to assure her that her position in the clan was meant for her and that Nighttales who had given it to her had known exactly what he was doing). He bit his lip as she mentioned sadness. He lost the sensitivity a while back to tell the degrees of sadness in himself…and in others. He at least knew it was sadness he felt, too, when she told her she had been sad.



    The candy-eating boy ended up staring at her wide-eyed for a while, even after she quieted. Perhaps her news had been too much for him at this hour or he was ultra-slow at gathering a response. ”Mids… he whined, eyes growing a little warmer,”You did good. The best. I’ll let you quit only because you asked and, I think, you deserve a break. As for field medic, you’ll stay as one, but do exchange words with Cottoncandy and Immortal when you have the chance. Ya know, just to keep them in touch with the rest of the medic team.”


    Her last request made him smile, even if it made him scared to not disappoint her if he would be the one to give her a full name. ”Happy late birthday,” he touched her shoulder briefly and happily,”I didn’t know. You should have told me and there’d been a real party. I guess you’re all grown up and I’m still sorely behind, huh? I’ll make your name a great name, don’t worry! I’ll do it at the next meeting and the spot light can even be all yours.” He knew he probably wasn’t first choice for this kinda thing, hadn’t been the first choice for this, but he’d try to be the best second-best there ever was.

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    character tags/info — updated 01/15


    #BiteME

    /ahhhh yeees i've known what her name was gonna be for at least a solid year and i'm so happy she's finally earned it :'^)


    Fright's words were comforting to the pitiful kitsune, who was quite worried that her leaving the high position team would be met with nothing more than the usual, 'Oh, that's unfortunate. Nice having you around, though.' Of course, it sounded like something she herself would say, which was quite hypocritical in itself, but she was never really good at talking about emotions. It just hadn't been a thing she often discussed with clanmates, or even her parents. Her father was the logical type- he had never been one to care about emotions or opinions. To him, most everything was black and white, and had a solid answer most of the time, which quite disheartened Mids enough to keep her quiet throughout her childhood.
    Except she wasn't a child anymore. Not by legal standards, anyway, and she wasn't sure how to feel about that. She still felt childish, meek, the same old self she had been since joining, almost. The former blackblood smiled, her colorful mind lingering on the idea that Fright might have asked her to continue serving on the team despite her request. Perhaps someday, when she was able to manage herself better, she'd be welcome back as warmly as she had been let go. It wasn't a bad feeling, really. At the mention of the medics, she gave a couple nods. She had to do that sometime, when her mind was feeling up to more confrontation. Maybe moping around for a couple more days would give her the rest she needed.
    Although the commander was physically younger than Midnight, and definitely had a boyfriend (or something), the kitsune longed to give him a hug. Not in that way, of course, but it would have meant something if she did. At the mention of her birthday, she smiled wider as the regrets came pouring in. She really should have been more vocal about it so she would be noticed. Her friends had received such nice parties, even if they were turning another month older. Years took a long time to come around, after all.
    She opened her mouth to make a joke, that perhaps it wasn't too late to celebrate, but promptly closed it. Mids would have drawn too much attention to herself. She would have been conceited. She was asking for too much- her mind always was, despite her depraved roots.
    A tugging sensation pulled at her chest, and yet she was too awkward and cowardly to follow the call of her own emotions. Holding in all these feelings caused her voice to shake when she laugh, though it would even out soon enough when she concentrated on speaking. "Heh, thanks," she finally hummed. She didn't give her thanks often, so it was hard for her to physically say, though she did sincerely mean it. "That sounds pretty cool- can't wait."
    She was never a loud person; her varied expressions often did most of the talking.