THE FLOWERS ARE ROTTING [♧] O, INTRODUCTION

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]you have to admit that you never thought you'd be coming back here. after the little incident on the border with victorianpaw, you had stayed away but not out of fear for yourself-- you knew when you weren't wanted, and you're not the type to start drama. on top of that, you left satisfied because you knew takumi was still okay. you aren't sure how he is now, but in that moment in time, your queries had been answered and you no longer had a reason to be there.


    you're only coming back now because one, you left shadowclan half a month ago. two, your mentors (kate and negan) live here. and three, the only people ever around the rebellions camp seem to be you and bill and that makes for long, awkward pauses and constant tension.


    an npc had let you in a few hours ago, and so now you lay off to one side of the camp, quietly marveling at the new territory windclan has made a home in. the view is nice; mountains slumped against one another, snug and cozy, and the camp isnt all too shabby either, but the dramatic change does make you wonder.. what happened to the old territory? had there been a storm, a shortage of supplies? you don't know, but a part of you feels like you should have been here.


    you push yourself up into a sitting position and scan the faces present. you only recognize a few people but this doesn't surprise you at all; windclan has always been overflowing with joiners. well, you might as well acquaint yourself with everyone here, "ah, meet and greet! come tell me about yourselves!" you trill out then in a tiring tone, absently rubbing at the triangle that has been branded into your shoulder, "i used to be one of the medics here back when cherviltea was leader." heck, do any of these people even know who that is? hopefully. "hi! my name is uh, frisk." [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

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    Melchoir had been in search of one of his siblings when he had caught Frisk's call for others to come and greet them. He had hoped that he could possibly find Clara and they could do something fun like making flower crowns together. He had yet to really interact with any of his brothers but he would have been content with playing with them too. Anyone would do at that point in time and it seemed that Frisk had willingly put themselves out there and Mel was not one to back away from the opportunity to meet a new friend and generate a new distraction for himself.

    "Hello there! I never met Cherviltea but that is a cool name and I wish I could meet them. They sound cool."     the child exclaimed in bright greeting as he trotted over, smile adamant on his lips as he drew to a halt near the unfamiliar being who was introducing themselves to those around. Melchoir was part of the group of 'those around' and therefore was allowed to spout his usual friendly tones as he approached the stranger, emerald orbs aglow with curious intrigue. Words in regards to Cherviltea spilled haphazardly from the young child's mouth as he took in the words that had been spoken. He had obviously not been around during the reign of the former leader as he was only recently a new addition to both Windclan and the world as a whole. Despite that, he remained cheery as he thought of the unfamiliar leader, wondering what type of an individual they were and what had caused their reign over Windclan to stop. However, he would not pry into it in case it was something negative that would dampen his newfound joy.


    Happiness for the child had been more of a forced thing as of late due to recent, saddening events but he had been doing his best to genuinely pick himself up and it had been working, slowly but surely. "My name is Melchoir Hacksaw. It's nice to meet you Frisk. Did you recently come back here? I'm sorry if I missed you if you did" he hummed with a flick of his ear, the bright dalmador allowing the words to flow from his tongue in a spurred moment of interested delight. He sat himself down opposite the former medic, shoulders sagging slightly as he relaxed, channeling the excitement of meeting a new being and potentially making a new friend into his mind as he regarded Frisk through friendly emerald orbs. He hoped that he had not talked too much but if so then he guessed that he could apologise for blubbering random words and questions.

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    [color=pink]YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — plot with kate — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate was... overwhelmed. Overwhelmed so much that she had no idea how to react when she found out her former apprentice had returned. She almost didn't want to get her hopes up. Everyone she ever cared about always left. She was surrounded by friendly faces but deep down she was alone and she was scared she always would be. Her sons had abandoned her. All of her former relationships had left her for better things and better people. Her real family was dead and gone. Her uncle's spirit was nowhere to be found. Her mentor was long since dead. Her adopted father Cherviltea was dead. She was alone in every sense of the word and it ached. Even if she never said that out loud to anyone. Cherviltea. When Frisk mentioned him out loud, the feline visibly winced in pain, wilting like a flower. Stop it. Stop it, you moron. This isn't a sad occasion. Chat and fit in. Still afraid Frisk might decide to leave any moment, Kate offered a rather convincing smile as she fell somewhere in a growing crowd of people coming to see them. "I'm glad you're okay, Frisk." that's all that mattered to her in the end. They where safe and happy and healthy.

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    Frisk. At the mention of that name, Takumi was practically launched into flashbacks of ShadowClan - imprisonment, hunger, pain, blood, torture, a small body standing over him to shield him from the wrath of a towering beast... It sent shivers down his spine. He picked up his head from where he had been laying, his eyes wide, his ears perked. Who was talking about-


    "Frisk!" The boy jumped to his feet, nearly tripping and falling in the process, and trotted over to them. A grin stretched across his face, and he attempted to give them a quick nuzzle to the cheek, a warm feeling in his chest. "Y-You're... are you back in WindClan?" he exclaimed, laughter bubbling in his throat. This was the happiest he'd felt since his own return.


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    I'M YOUR LIONHEART — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Alice couldn't say she knew the fellow, but her clanmates certainly did. Frisk; an unusual name, but there was a ring to it. A previous medic - well, the medic team was always looking for more members. Living in the mountains came with the constant danger of steep slopes and rocky peaks and many places to fall - nevermind all the ordinary wounds that occurred outside of that category - like engines blowing up. Poor Elliot. The lioness felt obliged to greet the stranger anyway - though she was unfamiliar with them, now was a good time to get acquainted. "Hi there, Frisk," Alice murmured politely, a small smile gracing her features as she nodded to the older Windclanner. She had been born after their time here; it couldn't be helped that she didn't recognise them. "I'm Alice." That was all that was necessary to be said, right? No surnames or titles; they could come later. She would ease herself into this socialising business - a first-name basis was a solid start.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]"ah, yeah!" you finally squeeze in an answer between his onslaught of questions, "i just got back in today. nice to meet you, too." woah, this one is really chatty, isnt he? you find his formal phrasing a tad charming, a fervent smile spreading across your lips as you listen to him talk. cherviltea was an incredible individual, and had been a wonderful leader. you found comfort in his gentled tone and general warmness, admired how he ruled his clan and pushed aside his own personal opinions to do what would be expected of him and yes, you'll admit that there have been times where his motives and actions were.. questionable, not quite reasonable. especially when he was angered. but everyone has their shortcomings, and cherviltea wasn't perfect and that was okay. the fact that melchoir doesn't know of him though briefly disheartens you, and your ears flick back down into your dome. its sad how fast people can get forgotten. he was in charge of the clan a mere three months ago, and now everyone doesnt seem to remember your uncle.


    well, almost everyone. the moment you're aware of kate's presence, you turn to her-- just in time to see her recoil, as if somebody has raised a hand at her. oops, cherviltea is still a touchy subject. you make note of that, offering your old mentor a sympathetic but friendly glance, coupled with an apologetic smile. "kate, i missed you," you breathe again, echoing the words you spoke the last time you bumped into her. leaning forward, you try to embrace the girl in a soft, careful hug. at her remark regarding your wellbeing, you simply comment, "mm, i could be better." much better, since living with your killers isnt a very "okay" thing, is it?


    ah, takumi's torture. its hard to forget that and even harder to forget how sango just let it happen, how radio took part in it, and how haiiro and gordon took you away from it all. you felt horribly betrayed, watching your friends and family do that. you feel a jolt of relief course throughout your veins as his voice cuts through the chatter of those around you, crystal clear. you turn toward it, eyes brightening, "takumi!" you blurt out the second you see him, and then laugh immediately after as he stumbles, obviously way too eager to get to your side. warmed at the sight of his approach, you graciously accept the contact of his cheek brushing against yours with only a small case of anxiety pinching your heart. it fades as he pulls back, a question firing from his jaws. you have an answer ready, "uh-huh. dual-alliance with the rebellion." you confirm the question with a small flick of your paw, your former apprehension fizzing out as more and more familiar faces begin to present themselves to you. its... nice, to be around your friends again, and not around people who only barely tolerate you. you've missed this.


    you turn your head to meet the gaze of another child, one who appears older than you by three months or so. she's larger than you too. huh, fancy that. you listen to her as she gives you her name. "ah, hello! nice to meet you also!" alice. you've met a lot of alices in your short lifespan, surprisingly enough. an elegant name, you care for it a lot, but still prefer yours over all. you smile at her lightly, before turning your eyes back to takumi and kate, ears quirking up, "so! what happened when i was gone?" you ask, gesturing around to the new (well, new to you) camp and territory, "when did we become mountain people?" [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

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    [align=justify]It's been a rather long time since the girl has seen Frisk. Lusa was never really close to the medic of WindClan, though the black bear liked Frisk enough. It had taken a while for the Guardian to realize whom the bobtail was. It was only when she had heard the words uttered 'Frisk' in the direction of the small feline did she halt.
    "Frisk?" She'd ask a little cautiously. "That's you? It's good to see you back!" Her uncertainty steadily turned into an eager chirp, her green eyes flashing bright. It was good to see a familiar face again. Nonetheless, Lusa thought that the child was allegianced with ShadowClan. What happened?


    "You're so... different. I wasn't aware you could change bodies." Indeed, the last time Lusa had seen the child, Frisk had taken form of a young deer. Seeing the youth as a kitten was unfamiliar. Then again, she knew quite a lot of people who could change bodies like one would change clothes. Take Attie, for example.


    "I'm Lusa, if you didn't remember. And, I guess you could say a lot has happened. I don't have the memory to account it all, but WindClan had a take-over." The black bear pauses, feeling something roil in her gut. She cringes. Should she tell Frisk the whole details? "He tried to force his Anti-clan ideologies onto WindClan. I'm not sure where Negan is now. Probably left, or something. While it shames me to admit it, I was gone from camp for a majority of the time. Had to escape the stress, y'know?" The black bear reaches a paw to scratch a nervous tick behind her ear, seemingly eager to remove herself from the topic. It's not something she'd rather discuss.


    "Yeah, not much lately from drama with clan members that I'd rather not get into details. We' were peaceful, but there's times we've just been, ah, slipping into dark places." An apologetic look from the Guardian. "I'm terribly sorry. You probably don't want to hear this. On the brighter side, though, Atticus and Henry are having children." She flashes a smile full of pearly white teeth in a pathetic attempt to lift the mood. The girl isn't entirely sure if Frisk is familiar with Atticus or Henry. If not, introductions are in order, she supposes. Lusa can't help but giggle at Frisk's endearing term; mountain people. It has a certain ring to it. Maybe they should change their name from 'WindClan' to 'MountainClan.'


    "As for becoming mountain people, we simply moved once a storm wrecked our old home. It's a nice place, ya know? But I don't think it can ever really compare to the old territory. Had this certain aesthetic to it. Really missed the dragon skeleton."


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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    It was really great to see so many returning faces. Kate, Negan (albeit briefly, considering the whole takeover fiasco), Evelyn, Takumi, and now Frisk.


    "Hey, where've you been all this time?" the griffin asked with a grin as he padded over. At the mention of the Rebellion, though, his face darkened. Bill was one of the leaders there, and Bill had tortured Oliver.


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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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    Frisk. Honestly, Henry didn't know them as well as he wanted to. They had been co-workers, yes, but shortly after that had happened, they had fallen into a coma. He'd taken care of them for a period of time until they woke up and then eventually left Windclan soon after. They had hardly been awake long enough for him to really talk much to the child. He remembered seeing them at Shadowclan, seeing their horrified expression when he was presented as a prisoner there and when he'd been violently tortured and maimed, a fact that still showed clearly on his physical structure. His paw was horribly bent and would never be the same, leaving him with an obvious and debilitating limp. Scars laced his body from the experience. It had been even more obvious then because of how thin he'd been. "It's good to see you again, Frisk. I hope you've been well. We moved here not too long ago, actually. There was some pretty horrible weather there and it destroyed a lot of the old territory and drove most of the prey away. It was beyond what we felt was worth repairing and so we came here," He would explain with a light smile on his maw.
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