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    WHERE'S MY MIND — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

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    So, this was it. The child was seated on the doorstep of the family chalet. The morning was clear, silent. Birds were singing yet there was not a soul nor a sinner to be seen. She was roughly six months now. She couldn't be sure - she had never exactly counted each day's pass. Apprentice age, huh. It didn't sound so exciting anymore. The prospect of training in combat and learning to hunt had lost its appeal a while ago. Physically, Alice felt the exact same. Perhaps, in the back of her mind, a childish thought had lingered that she would feel like an adult. She hadn't grown an inch since birth. Her spotty coat of childhood had not fully faded. She still felt like a little kid. Nothing had changed.


    And yet everything had changed. The move. The family drama. The leader change... the take-over. Padmè still wasn't home. Alice was caught in a vicious cycle; at first, she'd been distraught; eventually, she accepted it; and now, again, there was a throbbing ache that cried for her mother. Not even a letter, and she was probably officially an apprentice. Maybe childhood made this coming-of-age thing out to be a big deal that it wasn't. Pluto - was back. But still in his tiny little domestic body that Vader despised. Would he ever change back? She didn't mind knowing her brother as a munchkin, but her father had problems with it. At least now he had the decency to keep quiet about them. Even he had changed - too much time spent with that no-good Irluuk. Don't even get her started on this ridiculous good-guy phase the leopard claimed to be going through. Turning a new leaf? My foot. She wasn't falling for that crap.


    Yeah, there had been a lot of change. It was about time she woke up from this childish idea that everything good would always stay the same. Life goes on. A valuable and important life lesson. One she had taught herself. Alice hadn't been forced to mature. She was - putting it bluntly - naturally brainy, and quite "adult". That's what she liked to think. But hell, there was so much more to growing up. She had been so naive... and ignorant, and self-centred. Caught in her own little world where she knew everything from the moon to the stars. Time to wake up. No, she hadn't been forced to mature. She desperately wanted to, thought she had. In the face of the slightest drama, she was proved wrong. A child, still. The family takes sides and arguments are provoked and she could barely stand. So stupid... so pathetic. She felt like an idiot. So, so foolish.


    Alice had come to a realisation. The world didn't revolve around her. She shared this planet with so many other people...and suddenly her problems seemed miniscule. It was time to quit moping and crying, and stand up and hold her own head up. No relying on others. No moaning about drama. There were more major concerns at present. The take-over, for instance. This wasn't just her suffering. Windclan was not an anti-clan, and they were not going to act like one. Nobody really wanted this. Henry was their leader, not Negan. Even Pluto had taken action. He was already two steps ahead, despite his lack of height. And Alice would catch up, by god. Drama could drag her down, but she could get back up. Stronger than before.


    There was a whole world out there, lacking in justice. Apprenticeship was not just about new skills and a higher rank. It was about maturing - really maturing - and taking a stand. For what she believed in. Not what she was influenced to believe in, nor manipulated to. Her opinion. Her future. Her life.


    Life goes on.


    Time to wake up.



    Seeing young little Alice sitting upon her family's doorstep all alone in a broodingly fashion the deputy couldn't help but feel rather concerned for the child. So much had happened to Windclan, the loss of a leader and a sudden takeover, but he knew there were more things tormenting the little lioness. The broken state that her family was in - the loss of a mother, a brother and a father who wasn't one of the kindest souls. Atticus felt a sort of responsibility for this melancholy.
    He should have been able to keep everyone safe and together. It wasn't fair to blame everything upon himself, it wasn't fair to assess the burden of everyone's security on his shoulders. He was no one special, no hero, no saviour, just a sad broken man in a sad broken world.
    Alice didn't need to be as sad and as broken as he was.


    With a gentle sigh the dalmatian brought himself over to the lioness to sit down by her side, a quiet yet comforting presence. At least that's what he wanted to be. Olive eyes turning t stare at the youth, the freckled male cleared his throat before speaking:
    "You alright there, Alice?" The man would ask with a quirked fictional brow and a slight tilt of his cranium.
    "Looks like you got somethin' on your mind."


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    YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — windclan + riverclan — winged pomaranian — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Alice was a very good friend of Kate's. She cared a lot about the lion cub, and enjoyed the time they spent gardening together. She reminded her a lot of her little sisters that she very much missed. That's why seeing her so upset broke her heart. Heck, seeing the whole clan like this broke her heart. Knowing there was nothing to she could no, no herbs or remedies that could fix their hearts right now going through these difficult times. She came to a halt beside Atticus and remained silent, not wanting to disturb their conversation.

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    DARTH VADER

    Darth Vader is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A Dark Lord of the Sith, and former Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt, along with his lightsaber. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    Six Months. He just about dreaded it- he wanted them here. He wanted them close. He knew that they would move out of the house one day and Vader wouldn't be able to stop them.


    He could. But then that would make him "too strict" and "being mean to his kids," and why couldn't the others just stay out of it-


    He came up behind Alice, lightly putting a hand on her shoulder. Don't leave. There it is again- the crushing feeling of loneliness and the isolation his suit force him into.


    He tries to contact her with telepathy. I suppose, it is time to take you to the shrine. You and your siblings. He felt it was like a "coming of age" ceremony. The Force was strong at the shrine, and fashioned itself as a temple.
    Perhaps a part of their destiny would come to light.


    Six months. Six months and he had never directly told his kids that he loved him, that he cared. Only through action- never through speech.


    He hoped, they would get good mentors. If their mentors ended up raising his children into pacifists, they had another thing coming.


    He hoped he could do the right thing for them, especially in a time where Vader was allowed to hurt his enemies.
    But what was stronger to the Sith Lord? The pull of the Dark Side, or the love of his family?

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    WHERE'S MY MIND — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Alice glanced upward as another became presence. Had he been watching? Anxiety nibbled at her mind, but she pushed it away forcefully. She was done with being the one in distress. A quick breath refreshed the child, and she turned her focus to Atticus, a pleasant smile hastily taking its place. A genuine smile. One of more to come. The dalmation had been there to comfort her when she thought she'd hit rock bottom. Though he had a family of his own, and so many other complications and dilemmas, he had set everything aside for a few moments, just to make sure se was okay. Like he was doing again now. Attie was unbelievably selfless, and had the biggest heart she knew of. She owed him so much, and one day she would let him know. Soon. Today, she didn't need comfort. She would be independent, and still strong. Show everybody that she could be. "I'm... great, actually, thanks for asking," the cub responded, eyes lighting up. "I was just thinking things over. I'm six months, now."


    And she saw Kate there, too. Another close friend - another who had helped her. And another reminder that she would help them one day in return. Two wonderful, brilliant, incredibly kind-hearted people who deserved the world. Alice wated to be like that. Not for her own sake. For everyone's. The child acknowledged her friend's presence with a nod aimed her way, before she recognised the familiar breathing pattern on the approach. Her father.


    Hazel optics rose to meet the "eyes" of his mask, ever curious. Vader wasn't like Attie, or Kate. He didn't go out of his way to be kind, or to help. He scared her sometimes - but in the aftermath, she had a gut feeling that suggested he was scared too. He had suffered - they had al suffered. But her father had been manipulated and twisted. She wasn't fully aware of this, but saw the good in him. Maybe her opinion was biased, being his daughter, but she knew he wasn't all that everyone else saw him as. He was not a monster. Padmè saw something in him, and her mother was one of the sweetest people she knew. Alice had never been told of her father's back story, but she pondered it. Perhaps, he was simply misunderstood - then again, that's what Alice the naive had thought. Time to look at the bigger picture. The child shot the intimidating black figure a questioning gaze as he mentioned the shrine. That was where she had first sensed the Force - though that day, she hadn't explored within it. It must have been a place of importance.




    "水に流す" ━

    Mob had flown over just in time to hear Alice speak, blinking at the lioness in surprise. She was 6 months old already? It seemed like only yesterday him and Alice met- she, a 3 month old lion cub, struggling to gain control over her telekinesis powers and Mob- who at the time, was still getting used to his new form. Since then, they had both changed quite a bit, Alice even more so than him. In short- Mob was quite proud of his friend.


    Then, picking up on the other guardian's anxiety, he would hop forward, a small smile on his beak. "Hey... um, if you ever want anyone to train with, i'd be happy to join you. Y-You know... now that we're both apprentices..." The boy offered with a tip of his head, attempting to give her reassurance and to let her know he was there for her.


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    i'm haunted by the distant past ✦ updated 4/4

    [fancypost=border-width:0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px][center]DARTH VADER

    I'm sorry I'm not a perfect father, sweetheart. He thought, his lenses meeting her gaze. His hand moves, stroking the top of his head and running her ears back. His hand leaves her with a small pat, and then retreats into his cape. "I'm very proud of you, Alice. I hope you will receive a suitable mentor." Was that close enough to 'I love you?'


    "I would prefer you to stay in my chalet until you are an adult, though."