hot milk / o, running away

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    [size=8]･ﾟ★ ☾ shadowclan isnt the same anymore. its not the home you've known, not the place you grew to love. these days, darker memories cast over the good ones, and you just can't find any joy here anymore. its changed, been changing, but you dont know if this change is good or not. dad practically vanished off the face of the earth after the incident in the cartel, and you cant find the courage to face him. haiiro is around, but he seems so busy with his job as a medic; you'd only agitate him. and then theres gordon, but she's barely in shadowclan these days (she spends more time in the koe than she does here, and you're incredibly lonely). not to mention when she is here people attack her (you dont care if she's trying to stop a torture; gordon is harmless, and the fact that anybody has the nerve to take a swing at her bothers you). you're sick of the drama, the anger. you want out. by the time anyone takes notice of your absence (if they ever notice), you'll be long gone.


    /retro gordons leaving thread + ahh its been fun roleplaying here you guys! im still gonna hang around in the chat, but this place is too fricking fast for me atm! frisk is in the rebellion of terminus if anybody wants to yell/vist them :'0[fancypost=border-width:0;color:#BDA0A6;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]i'm a n-n-nervous wreck / [color=#fff]tags

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    [size=8] oh boy. marie never noticed how fast shadowclan had been changing for her since she had joined. most honestly, she had kept up with it with a smile, seeing as her roleplayer was a lonely child who has no life. she understood that many found shadowclan to be extremely quickpaced, but not to the extent that they had to leave what a lie, so one could realize why she had been surprised to notice that frisk just.. wasn't around anymore. really, she didn't realize she had been gone for so long, but it still sort of hurt her to know that the little bean child she favoured had left.
    //goodluckinlife ahhh bye little bean child!! it was so fun to roleplay with you :)
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    [center][fancypost= width: 62%][font=verdana][size=9][align=justify]Haiiro knew how fast ShadowClan had been changing, had noticed the captures and the edge of something just not sitting right. Ever since Radio left, or since he had practically adopted Hiruko in every way but name, Haiiro had felt as if the entire Clan was on edge, as if he life was slipping just a little bit. It didn't help that he'd hardly slept in days, the world a haze around him as he shuffled around camp. when he wasn't maneuvering the territory in varying stages of delirium, he was in his hut pacing or tugging at the ends of his fur, hating the pain it caused but knowing it was the only thing keeping him awake - keeping him away from nightmares. He had been too occupied with self-pity and his medic duties to visit with Frisk lately, only knowing that they had been captured by the Cartel along with Funhaus, but he hadn't even tried to save them, too tired and weak to risk putting ShadowClan's lone medic at risk. It was the clan or his family, and while he would have chosen his family any day, he didn't want to see Sango suffer as she witnessed more betrayal. It wasn't her fault.


    Shambling through camp like an avalanche falling drunkenly down a slope, the canine-like creature began to seek out Frisk. wanting to make sure they were okay because he finally had free time where he didn't hear their voices, whispering to him from the dream word to sleep, to let them in to see the son of their king. As much as they wanted to see him, they also wanted him to see their world, to know what Funhaus got to rule. He knew that once he fell asleep, they would wait for him, and they would offer no protection against the night horrors that he knew were lurking, to demons, but creatures of his own imagination that hunted him relentlessly. For the past few months, he had been able to fend them off. Now, he could hear their feathers made of teeth and claws clicking together even when he was awake, making his blood run cold. He needed to find Frisk.


    His first guess was to check their room, but their scent was cold and stale, the room obviously unused. Worry rising in his throat like the water of a drowned man in his lungs, the boy began to push himself faster, the blood pounding in his ears as he exerted all of his energy. Where were they? "Wh-Where's Frisk? Does anyone know?" the boy inquired, voice quiet and scared, young in its vulnerability.

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    Frisk? Finch approached and listened to Haiiro's inquiry. She had notes their absence, but had figured they had just been busy. Apparently, they reallly were gone.


    [color=white]"I haven't seen them either... has anyone seen them?"


    //mobile + you always have a home here, pure!



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    Reducedemotions had joined recently, hadn't been there for when Radioactiveplague left or any of the previous events. He didn't notice that Shadowclan changed at a fast pace, to him the days went by slowly. It was a nice break from the glaring sun and scorching sand. He didn't have to eat that much and spent his free time admiring the green of nature or staring up at the stars.


    He did not know Frisk that well, he never talked to the girl, but his ears picked up the tones of worry in Finch's voice. Padding over, the fennec fox tilted his head to the side, as if questioning what they were talking about. He didn't catch what Haiiro had said, but as far as he could tell someone was missing. Perhaps another had left like Gordon. He remembered that Finch had used the same voice when the other cat left.


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