HELLO SLEEPWALKERS / O, RETURNING NEMO

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    MONSTERS ARE LIKE SNOW / frisk / TRoT / they&them / tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]bill really gets on your nerves at times and while you put up with some of it, this is one thing you simply cant ignore. like come on, attacking a kid? a lost kid, on top of that, and all because they retain enemy clan scent? thats sick, sick and petty. you had kept the fellow child in front of you the entire time upon leaving the border, partially so you could keep an eye on them and mostly being that if bill tried to pull anything, you'd at the very least be able to shield them from further harm. you nudge the other child's rump to encourage them to move forward once the rift's scent line infiltrates your nostrils, mumbling a reassuring, "you're home now." before straightening up and trying to draw attention to the scene, "ah, hello? im frisk, a doctor of the rebellion and ah, im returning nemo. they got lost on our border." not to mention bill nicked their shoulder while they were there and even though it infuriates you and you wanted to help, you couldn't go back into camp to grab the necessary supplies and mend the (admittedly minor) wound. not with the ringmaster around, anyway. hopefully, the physician here can treat the little scratch and you can rest easily. "ah, and they've got a little cut on their shoulder." and they probably would have gotten worse if you hadnt came in when you did. you're ready to turn and leave, but you want someone to actually show up so that nemo doesnt run off again or something along those lines, and so you wait by the border with the younger child, staying relatively calm despite being so close to enemy land.
    / @Nemo P.

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    Nemo would follow the larger feline, eyes never straying from the ground, ears flattened against their cranium, they had made a stupid mistake and now their shoulder hurt because of it.
    They would stay close to Frisk's side, pressing slightly against it in an unconscious, nervous habit, they were slightly freaked out and they really wanted their mum, they wanted @NATALIA P so badly right now.


    This was the second time that the small child had gotten lost and Natalia was probably freaking out even more as Nemo was gone for longer and longer, the rebellion was farther away than Shadowclan. They would not notice they they reached the rift's border, letting out a quiet 'oof' as they bumped into Frisk's side, stumbling slightly. Their neck would crane upwards, ears perking up ever so slightly as they recognized the scents surrounding them.


    They were finally home, again.
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    [size=9]The ground thunders at the massive leopardess' approach, muscles tensing underneath her pale, unspotted coat. She's been looking for Nemo, worried sick, staying up day and night, wandering the territory and never realizing that the octokitten had gotten so far - far enough to reach enemy lines. When she finally catches sight of her eyes, something unfamiliar tears at her chest, nearly rippimg through her entire body as she draws near.


    "Nemo," she murmurs gently, eyes hot with tears, aiming to gather the young kitten with her wings and hold them close. She presses her muzzle against their much smaller head, mindful of the tentacles that sprout there, and purrs comfortingly as if her life depends on it - her child is home, her child is home and hurt and - who hurt them?


    The leopardess rasps a tongue across their cheek before straightening up to cast glassy eyes on the doctor. Despite their scent, she's grateful for them having brought her child back - but whoever did this has hell to pay. "Thank you, for bringing them back to me." Her voice trembles, huddling closer to her child, wings splayed out in a protective manner to wrap them in a cocoon of comfort. When she speaks again, her voice hardens considerably, a dangerous glint in her watery gaze.


    She's mad. She's pissed.


    "Who. Hurt. My. Child?" She won't let this pass. Nobody touches her child. Nobody.

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    MONSTERS ARE LIKE SNOW / frisk / TRoT / they&them / tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]a mother's love is not something to be trifled with, if natalia's reaction means anything. you're mindful to take a few more steps back once someone approaches, and you watch the heartwarming scene with a fervent expression, fully aware that you are severly out of place in this scenario. "it wasnt any trouble." actually, it was trouble; bill will be furious with you once you return you're sure, and you know you're risking your neck just by coming here, but you've got a selfless heart and so you dont regret a thing that you've done thus far.


    you flick your ears up as the mothers voice cools considerably, pure poison souring her vocals. truly, you have expected questions, and this was the first on you're list. if they think you'll lie, theyre dead wrong. after all the hell theyve put your friends through, your family through, and yourself through, you fail to hold any actual loyalty to bill and you have no qualms about ratting them out. you bet they'd want attention such as this, anyway, and so the name spills from your tongue, no hesitation, no regret, "bill cipher."


    and now you begin to feel bad. not because you've just given away a clanmate (no, its not that at all; bill would want this, the sick mind) but because you hadnt been able to stop it sooner. sure, its merely a tiny cut but the guilt follows you regardless. you dip your head down in apology, murmuring words that you doubt will appease her, but it doesnt stop you from saying them anyway, "i wasnt able to stop them right away. i'm sorry that this had happened."

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    [size=9]Tje leopardess shakes her head fervently, insistently, dispelling the apology with the gesture she makes. "Please, do not apologize; you brought my child home and, for that, I am grateful," she reassures, voice silverine. There's a certain way she says her words that are easy to the ear, the way her tongue cares for each syllable, the way her lips mold to accommodate them. She flashes the doctor, once enemy, a grateful smolw before taking note of the name they'd mentioned.


    Bill Cipher. Bill Cipher. She knows the name strikes fear in many, but it only hits a nerve in hers. She wants to march towards their territory and demand blood for the blood already spilled - the blood of a child, no less - but she knows now is not the time. Now, she must care for her child. Now, she must see to their wounds and tend to their fears, reassure them thay they are home, that they are safe with her, that they are loved. She turns her attention back to Nemo then, eyes wide and reverent, asking, "How does your wound feel, Nemo? Do you want to rest?"


    Her words are alive with hidden sentiments.


    I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you.


    I'm sorry this happened to you.


    I'm sorry I wasn't enough.

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    you still smile in the same way — cadence — the rift — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Cadence arrives in time to hear the gist of what's going on. Her silver eyes shift from Frisk, who she offers a quick, dismissive nod to, to Natalia, and finally to Nemo. Absentmindedly, her fangs are bared and she begins to get angry as well. Bill Cipher, again? It seemed wherever she went, Bill was there to hurt everyone. Would Bill ever be stopped? "Should I get someone, Nat?" She refrains from calling her by her full name. She doesn't want to cause more trouble than she already has.



    CYRUS;;


    Cyrus was relieved to see Nemo returned relatively unharmed, though the octokit's fear was obvious as Nat examined them and their wounds. Bill Cipher, the nyari thought the name with revulsion. Who would attack a kit? Even one as strange looking as Nemo, they were still a kit and deserving of protection. It was a thing that was so common it went unsaid- kits should be protected by all. Cyrus' anger towards Cipher was bad enough before, when he'd destroyed clans and threatened them. The injury of a kit he knew was enough to double it- even though the wound was as small as a cut on the shoulder.
    "Is there anything I can do?" He asked, ready to run back to camp to get herbs, or water, or just try and fetch someone if he needed to.


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