WHISKEY SODA BOTTLE // open, q&a + minor character dev.

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    The famine was gone. The volcano sacrifices had occurred at least two days ago. All that prey that the Sanctum and Hawkclan had rounded up had worked so well. Littlestar was planning a celebratory party and she was going to invite all the allies to it and do something really cool for particular people that helped out during it. It was all in her head but the clan would have to help to get this party properly working, she knew that. The three legged tabby was sitting in the middle of the camp as you do when the day is done. She was watching her people, content and fed, hanging around, doing work and chatting. It was such a different sight to three days ago where they had been lying down. Some had been crying, some had been near death, some had been looking off blankly into the distance. She recalled the deaths, the lives that the famine had snatched away. The journey that she had taken and all the people stolen. The kids from the nursery. Littlestar closed her eyes. Vivid flashes of stiff little bodies and her panicked screaming happened upon her brain. Images of Vanillabean and Youngmenance attempting to quell her screams followed. Her heart rate sped up a little and she nervously tapped the ground. It's fine now. Things are better now. The crooked jawed Monarch opened her eyes and realized that she had her mouth hanging open in a silent scream and her body was trembling. She realized that.. despite the fact that the famine had 'ended'.. the effects had never really gone away. The lives stolen would remain heavy on her heart forever. The Gods words rang in her ears. This is your fault. Those souls counted on her and they died. She bit her lip and laughter rang out from somewhere around the Hawkclan camp. Do something, forget it. That is the past. It's happened. It has fucking happened and you're gonna be better now. You're GOING to be fucking happy.


    "Q and A? Anybody?" She asks, her voice raw and brittle. People look at her and smile, questions begin. She falls back into reality, falls back into the present and struggles to suppress those damned memories of the lost.

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    Its been two days since the end of the famine, and while most were enjoying the food, the atmosphere- Obscuro had been caught into a drag lately. It wasn't describable beside getting caught in the mood something she never really thought possible for herself- there were moments of giddiness, moments of ruthlessness. Now she was just... strained. She knew why but she couldn't really do anything about it. Not now anyway, when littlestar's shaky voice lifted from the murmurings around her Obscuro turned her head in the leader's direction. Looks like she could use a distraction and- Obscuro was more than likely a good candidate.


    Obscuro wasn't going to question her, she wasn't going to smile either, there was a frown set stubbornly on her maw and she had no reason to get rid of it, the other was upset and normally- obscuro would bait and goat and just... make a mess of it all. Yet when she neared close enough to sit- and she did she found her mouth dry. She didn't know what to say.


    "what clan do you see as our primary target?" Obscuro found herself parroting something that had been in her head a while.


    Seth came up beside Obscuro, gazing at the leader. Wow, the leader was holding a Q and A? This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity! The savannah cat blinked, listening as Obscuro asked about politics. He was new, so he wasn't very much concerned with foreign relations, though it would be good to know, he supposed. He, on the other hand, thought of his own question. Seth had looked at Littlestar's form, and it wasn't hard to see that something was missing. A leg. "Hi. Uh, if you don't mind me asking... what happened to your leg?" He probably should've kept it to himself, but maybe Littlestar would be willing to answer it for him? Seth would respect her privacy if she didn't want to, though.


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    Curiosity drove the incubus over to his clanmates once he heard the call, and he sat down clumsily beside Obscuro. At the wolf's question his tail tips twitched and he turned his gaze to his leader. Target? He was sure that HawkClan was a pro-clan, but the word 'target' was an awfully aggressive one. Seth's question was an interesting one too. Luca frowned and wracked his brain for an equally good question to ask, but he came up with nothing. Well, no matter. Sitting and listening to the back-and-forth without saying anything himself wasn't too bad of an idea.

    It had been a long time since Hawkclan had last been involved in an actual war. And believe me you, Littlestar was an aggressive person meaning her clan followed suit. Before the famine, they had been engaged in war with three clans; The Exiles, Bloodclan and Shadowclan. So as Obscuro headed over and brought up something political, she found herself struggling to think. Back then she would have a really quick, snap response. But now? Now she just struggled to decide between the three clans. "There's three clans I despise equally. But if I were to prioritize one over another as enemies.. then Bloodclan for what they did to me during the Exiles stay. Then the Exiles. And then Shadowclan." She finally decides. She can't forget the raid that Bloodclan lead on only her as she took over the Exiles. Hell, she would have died for sure if it had not been for her flames. Littlestar studies Obscuro briefly, wondering why the scarred wolf would want to know about that. Eh, if she was knew she would want to know about her new homes alliances and enemies too. The three legged tabby felt herself slowly going back to normal and relief flooded her system as more people came up with questions in their mouths. Seth. She turned her head to him and watched his eyes drift around her body to the stump leg. She was used to it, honestly, people looking at her disabilities but even so... the female felt her defenses turn on and she briefly wondered if he was going to ask something terribly mean. "Hi. Uh, if you don't mind me asking... what happened to your leg?" It's not mean. But despite the rather innocent question and the simple curiosity behind it, she found images of the great lioness ploughing into her side and tearing it off with her own jaws. The actual loss of the leg had a difficult story to say but if she just kept it simple, it'd be easy.


    "A while back... during the first week of the famine.. I had taken over the Exiles for an old revenge of mine. It worked and I had the Leader, Dystopia, in chains. I was all in flames, mind you. It's.. a thing I do when I'm mad. I blow up. And, uh, this one day after at least three or so weeks, this little girl I.. wanted to be okay came up to me and told me things. I got distracted. I let down my guard and felt empathy and the flames died down. The chains on Dystopia rusted and she easily broke free. She.. uh.. tackled me and tore off my back leg with her own fucking jaws." Screaming, blood, dead flames, laughter, sadism, writhing, dead, dead, dead. Littlestar shook violently and dug her claws into the ground, not realizing that her eyes were closed as the memory of the amputation attacked her mind. Not even the sound of paws walking over made her open her eyes. But soon after did she feel the shaking become less noticeable, she forced her eyes open and released a little snarl, scarred muzzle curling backwards to show a munted set of teeth that were all off and crooked. "That bitch will get it soon." She told Seth angrily. "The dog will die." She would and by her own paws, Lit was determined to do it. She realized saying this probably wasn't the best thing to say in front of them but she didn't care.

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    "I hope she gets what she deserves,"

    Imperia's petite figure emerged from the woods, monochrome figure seeming to melt from the shadows. She was not a violent creature in the slightest, but she did believe in justice. As far as the girl was concerned, Dystopia deserved to die. That creature only brought war and suffering to good people, and that was reason enough to have her removed. Not only that, but Imperia had been there when Littlestar collapsed on Hawkclan's border, beaten and bloody, barely hanging onto life. She cauterized the wound, too. The stench of burning flesh and her friend's screams still haunted her.


    The lovely canine settled beside Littlestar, as the leader was the only present with whom Peri was familiar. Strangers made her uncomfortable, although it was her fault that they were strangers. Imperia felt guilty about not being around much anymore, but truthfully, she found it difficult to come here knowing that Jaune would not be there to greet her. She missed him, she really did. The tomcat had been her first real friend after she escaped the Exiles, and her meant a lot to her. Knowing that he was just... gone... Well, her heart ached. Perish the thought, but if he had at least passed away, then she would have known what happened to him. The not-knowing was killing her.

    Pallid silver orbs flickered about all those gathered, studying each face carefully before returning her attention to Lit. "What is your dream?" she asked softly, a french accent making itself known when she tried to make the "r" sound. Imperia's dream was get to a place where she was confident and capable, a place where she was surrounded by friends and family. She just wanted to be happy.

    Seth took a mental note of the top three enemies: BloodClan, the Exiles, and ShadowClan. Yeesh, those clans sounded menacing already. He'd have to steer clear of their borders for sure. He couldn't help but gulp when Littlestar focused on him, and he wondered what story she had to tell.


    The tom's hazel gaze rested on Littlestar as she told her story as if he were a pup listening to the stories of his elders. He hadn't expected Littlestar to have been so... powerful. Maybe it was her age? Maybe it was because she was a cat? But perhaps her powers had guided her along the way to glory, along with her passion. It was still crazy that she had taken over a whole clan, and an enemy at that. Seth frowned once she got into detail, and he couldn't help but mentally play the images in his mind. The blood, the pain... he winced, though tried not to show his uneasiness too much as to not offend her. Still, he had never gone through so much physical pain. A new level of respect was bestowed upon Littlestar, and as long as she was HawkClan's leader, he felt confident that the clan would thrive.


    She finished off with a vow to kill that "bitch". Seth understood, though he didn't normally cuss. His eyes widened with wonder, fear, and high regard for the leader. "That's..." Sort of cool. It was like a battle scar, but more... permanent. And noticeable. "I'm sorry that happened." While it seemed badass to him, it probably wasn't seen like that in her eyes. He wouldn't know what to do if he lost his own leg.


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    Obscuro found a sudden coldness at the mention of bloodclan being her clan's main enemy. "..." She didn't meet littlestar's gaze for a moment- and she felt piercing amber gaze as if ti were fire itself. She turned sharply, her head turning southward- away from the group that slowly grew. Her home battling her old one... gods- the two used to be friends! She tried to shake the feeling of dread- the soon battles of fighting her old home... Maybe she could disway littlestar's opinion of bloodclan. Maybe another time, when there wasn't so many people around them. Because if she spoke up about it know she knew what it would look like. She wasn't a traitor she just... she knew she couldn't raise a paw against her old home. it just wasn't her. "Hmm" Was the half assed answer she gave to the other's response, as if her actions didn't already.


    Instead, Obscuro found herself focusing on the story littlestar wove it was short and to the point- wasn't much of a story mind you, but the name of the exile's leader brought a spark into her eye. Mirth shining into the beast as her curiosity gave into something new. "Oooh, that sounds fun." Obscuro remarked, her normal nature brought back up. "Maybe we can double team dyst? I've been meaning to get at her after she almost destroyed my host. Poor Jammy." The beast found herself in a false bravo, her voice dripped with a happy venom. Like a mother copying a child.



    There were more and more things that Vani was learning each and every day, though there were some things that she did know, and some things that she wished not to know, wished not to ask just in case. She wanted things to be told to her because the other wanted to tell her, not because she asked, so for the time being, the sentinel had no questions to ask Littlestar, though she would listen, just to learn, and see what she felt as though was important.


    Already, there had been something that she didn't know about Littlestar, such as the order of the enemies that she would go after, the order that she disliked them the most, but something she did know, however, was how the other had lost her leg. Vani had only known Lit for a few days before it had been taken off, but she had known that it had been taken from her while she was in the Exiles during the last day of the takeover that had happened before Vani had gotten there, and she had felt horrible those first couple weeks that Littlestar had to deal with the loss of her leg. It was something that not many had to go through, but she knew that it could be difficult, not from personal experience of course, but through common sense. Losing something that you had depended on for most of your life had to be tough.

    I TOOK MY LOVE AND I TOOK IT DOWN — lessa ren solo — many clans — she/her — info

    Lessa had vague memory of doing this once or twice. It was almost like a meet and greet, except centered on one individual moreso than the rest. An opportunity to get to know a specific clanmate. Lessa wasn't very social, quite the opposite, so she avoided starting occasions like it, except when she felt like nobody really knew her... She supposed there were still clanmates who didn't. There always would be, when one lived in far more than one clan.


    Metal paws clicking against wood, the petite pine marten slowly padded over, tired chocolate hues resting on Littlestar, a small smile tracing on her maw. She was really a cool leader. It was nice she was doing this. Honestly though, she didn't really have a lot of questions, or no ideas, not yet. So she took a quiet seat nearby, dipping her head in greeting, resting a fluffy tail across her paws like a blanket. She just caught mention of Dystopia, and shifted a little, a hint uncomfortable at the reminder of missing legs. That was an experience she shared with Littlestar, except the how and the circumstances were different, not to mention how many legs she'd lost. The first had been the accident... She flicked her rounded ears and focused, wondering what Lit's answer to Imperia's inquiry would be. Lessa's own dream... Well, it had never changed. She just wanted to help. She wanted everyone she loved to be happy. But it was a hard dream, when so many one loved was gone and no one knew where. Alex. Stevie. Prague.


    She hoped Lit's dream didn't hurt so much sometimes.

    "I hope she gets what she deserves," Her former best friends appearance was very much a surprise. It wasn't exactly.. unwelcomed but Littlestar felt briefly uncomfortable and the thoughts swirling around in her head as response to that comment. I thought you didn't care about that. Where were you? Off with Blizzardclan again? Stupid bitch, I hope you get what you deserve.But she regretted her sour thoughts as soon as they came around. Mentally, she was cringing and apologizing and smacking herself again and again in the face. "She will." She repeated, glancing very briefly at Imperia and dragging her golden eyes back to the ground. A part of her felt guilty, knowing that this was a huge overreaction to Peri's disappearance during the famine... but still. She felt rage and there was no true suppressing it. It would always be there until confronted. She remembered Imperia being there the day she came back to Hawkclan with the missing leg. Hadn't.. hadn't she done the burning herself? Littlestar remembered writhing and twisting and screaming like never before. Not even the tail amputation had hurt as bad as the leg had. The Monarch was lost in thought until Peri spoke up again, this time with a question. "What is your dream?" She paused. She had a lot of dreams. Impossible ones, but hey, those counted too, right? "I.. wish t-" Kill everyone who's names I speak at night and who's faces I see in my nightmares. Blindfold, Dystopia, Lyra, Bigpaw, Jammal, Cyrus, Sango, Radioactiveplague, Bravo, Barron, Finch, Khal Drogo.. many more names and faces. "-...I wish to make the dead ones I love proud and do them justice." Is that it? That doesn't sound like revenge, does it? I wish to make this clan as Ichigo would've wanted. I wish to become the person my fathers would've wanted me to be. Impossible but I'm fucking trying.


    Seth's wary words made her still. It had become a frequent to hear people apologize for things they hadn't done. But it was okay. He was a nice person and he hadn't done anything wrong it was just... she couldn't explain it. "I'm sorry too." Littlestar muttered. "That it happened." If I could go back in time, I'd dodge the attack and stab the bitch to death, roast her alive on a stake. But I didn't. "Oooh, that sounds fun." Her intensely scarred muzzle curled upwards to reveal yellow and glistening canines. "Fuck off. Nothing about that shit was fun." The three legged tabby snarled, suddenly riled up. She knew that Obscuro hadn't meant it, hadn't been attempting to provoke and that it was just her being her but even so. But what Obscuro said seconds after made her pause a little, mean look still on her face. "Jammy...." It was unexpected, at best, but she wasn't sure if what she was thinking was right. "You mean to say ya know Jammal the arse?" Littlestars golden eyes flitted to Vanillabean as she arrived and then Lessa too as they both padded up. She hadn't meant for this damned q&a to turn into something so dark and angry. It was meant to be light and fun.. nice. "Can someone just ask me a normal, nice question, for fucks sake?" Her temper was burning at the edges.

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    I TOOK MY LOVE AND I TOOK IT DOWN — lessa ren solo — many clans — she/her — info

    That was a good dream. As far as dead loved ones go... Lessa had a few. They weren't necessarily dead, but they might not be alive either; she didn't know. All she wanted was to see them again. To hear their voices. To see them smile. To just talk with them, tell them everything, tell them how much she missed them, ask them why they left... Why didn't she get to say goodbye? Why couldn't she at least know if they were dead or not? Her ear flicked, and she shifted her weight, metal paws scratching against wood.


    Breathe in. Breathe out. Lit looked like she could use something else to think about. She titled her head, just slightly to the side, to give her good eye more direct contact - albeit without making actual eye contact. She still wasn't good at that really. The petite marten was content to just sit and listen as others tossed questions around, but she had one in mind. It was an inquiry she liked to ask everyone really, out of curiosity. "What's... Your favorite constellation?" Funny how she hadn't picked one herself; it was hard, but she wanted to see what it was for others. Which set of stars? What shape? Which story? She knew many, but not all and that made it more fun to learn.

    Maybe it's a twisted kind of love, Maybe I'm not giving enough!

    Maybe Obscuro hadn't meant it that way, maybe she had. It was one of the most frustrating about the beast is that no one but her herself knew- and even that wasn't as concrete as she made it seem to be. Instead of any kind of negative outlash the beast simply waved off the other's defensiveness, knowing that the other didn't mean it. Instead she turned to the question with another grin- why was it so easy to fall into this persona? This twisted distorted part of herself- one that harbored all the worst things she did with a laugh and a skip and whatever happy kid would do. Like morals didn't exist- and the beast rubbed at her template for the growing headache there, the outlash of stop it stop it stop it NOW.


    "Back when i used to be a leader, I caged their own, and more recently- possessed their commander of social just to torment her again. She seems to have a history with cages, make her feel powerless."


    The words Littlestar spoke as soon as she and Lessa had arrived caused Vani to realize it was her queue to ask something, something that was nice and something that didn't cause so much trouble. "What's your favorite season, and why?" She would ask.

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    A Q&A with Littlestar? Oh, this would be interesting. Poe seemed a little late to the party, but was still eager to join in. What could he ask? The others already had some pretty good questions; he liked Lessa's especially.


    "If you could be anybody else for a day, who would you be?" There, that would be sure to produce an interesting answer. Poe sat back and waited.


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    Thank god.. Lessa was the first to step in to make the easy question. She let her shoulders droop in relief slightly but otherwise remained tense, her ears pricked and alert. Favorite.. constellation? Littlestar wetted her scarred lips with her tongue and gave her head a small shake. "Sorry, Lessa my man, but I don't really know any of 'em. I just.. like all of the stars, I guess." She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. Stars were stars and they were all fucking beautiful. But she did wish she could identify at least one constellation. The dark grey tabby tilted her head. "What about you? What's yours?" She was curious and also, she wanted to get to know the Shaman better. Lit had always wanted to instigate a solid friendship between the pine marten and herself but had never gone through with it. Perhaps she'd been too busy but now was the start. Littlestar heard Obscuro speak up again and her golden eyes narrowed warily, lifting her paw to gently brush at her belly where she knew the fire was shifting. That was the core, where it all started before she blew up properly. But it seemed Obscuro wasn't taking that path again, as Lit hoped she wouldn't. Leader? "You were a Leader? Of what?" The Monarch asked coolly, not giving into the female but at the same time, not trying to cause a scene. Possessed him. Of course. I've always wanted to know.. how to do that. It must be a thing you can do if you're a demon or something. Am I a demon? No.. I can explode into flames but I think that's more of an emotions thing then a demon thing.


    As soon as Vani spoke, she turned quickly to the female she considered a friend. An easy, nice question. That was good. She gave the Sentinel a very grateful look in her eyes and answered the question. "Eh.. probably autumn. I love that you can have a mix of warm-ish days and also days where there is a lot of thunder and shit. It's beautiful. If you haven't noticed; I love outrageous weather." She explained with a shake of her head. She wanted to smile but her smiles had long since run out. Ever since her leg had been taken from her, the female hadn't been smiling.... whatsoever. She had smiled once but that was out of frustration followed by relief. The Monarch cast her gaze to Poe, studying him as he began to make his question known. As soon as he said it, she liked it. It was a rather good question. But.. a little difficult which was fine. "Well, out of Hawkclan... probably Lessa? Just to know what it's like to be a Shaman and because she seems like a really interesting person.... mysterious, ya know?" Oh, she was well aware that the pine marten was right there. Littlestar turned her head slightly to the Shaman and sent her a dip of her head. Yeah, if it wasn't already known, Littlestar had a huge amount of respect for Lessa, for all she did for her clanmates. For all she was.

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    I TOOK MY LOVE AND I TOOK IT DOWN — lessa ren solo — many clans — she/her — info

    She quote liked that answer. The marten's whiskers twitched before a look of pure thought crossed her face. She shuffled her feet, brows knitted. She wasn't so sure she had a favorite but of she had to... "Scorpius." It really did resemble a scorpion with the way it split for legs and had a definite tail. "Goes... With my sign... I believe." She didn't know much about the signs in the end, just that she was supposedly a Scorpio, seeing as she was an early November kid.


    Lessa tossed Poe a smile in greeting, returning to her previous listening stance. Autumn was her favorite too, with spring following after. The shaman would blink blankly at the next answer, startled. As her mind began registering, her fur warmed. "Oh... I.." She ducked her head sheepishly.


    She certainly wouldn't want anyone to be her... If just that she didn't desire anyone to feel the way she did or go through the things she had. All the pain, the anxiety, the loss... She wished nobody had to feel that. The world was just too cold to grant her that though, she knew that now.


    Still somewhat taken aback, she smiled, glad blushes weren't noticeable with fur. The girl had never thought herself as mysterious before, though she supposed to someone she could be and apparently that someone had been Lit. She dipped her head in turn, unable to really deny it felt nice to be someone worth being.


    [ very mobile c:

    Lit literally gave her a confidence boost with that I love it ]