Morningcloud just laid there, it had been a while since she decided to actually talk to other's again. Life had been a rollercoaster and she wanted it to stop. She stretched long and hard before rolling to her paws sitting by herself till she got up to make her way to middle of camp, having a look around and sitting there instead. It was time to come back, once more, give it all a long new try. It's been a long while, new members, oldies passed away, making a new start wouldn't be difficult at all. She couldn't help but feel the flattering feeling in her chest.
When did it all go so wrong?
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Morningcloud couldn't help but smile at the strange face, she looked over at him and dipped her head in greeting. Scanning the tom from top to toe and back up. Shining up before introducing herself. "Pleasure is all mine. I'm Morningcloud."
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What a name. Morningcloud. Morningcloud...Hannibal. Will. Witchingstar. Moxiestar. Flamecharm. Me...Harmonypaw, Flamewhisker.
Old as fuck, boy.
He recalled a time in which nothing ever mattered - the early days of warriorhood in which he only learned about the world and watched life unfold. Now he sat in sin and misery, all because of his malicious actions against the people around him and himself. Zjarr was not Flamewhisker—the old fleabag slept somewhere in his mind—but he held Flame's memories and could recognize the oldies of ThunderClan. Besides, he liked to steal identities. Especially when people really couldn't tell you apart.
The dingo trotted over, his paws seemingly quicker than normal, and skidded to a pause next to Soap. "Good to see you out and about, Morning," he greeted the serval—so many damn servals and German Shepherds!—with a faint grin. "Name's Zjarr, but I was Flamewhisker back then if you remember." Probably not. He wasn't much of an active person then.
basics.
✯ Zjarr Ignibus // codename "Heatwave"
✯ male // masculine
✯ 30 months [frozen] // mentally 60 months // spiritually 58 months
✯ warrior of ThunderClan // sen. enlisted of Taskforce 141
✯ no titles // no unofficial titles
✯ alcoholic
✯ struggles to express certain emotions
appearance.
✯ Desert Dingo [ref]
✯ sandy tan pelt
✯ brown eyes
✯ no accessories
✯ several faint scars
✯ American accent, drawl
relationships.
✯ no best friend
✯ no apprentice
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ biromantic // bisexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ breeds like a rabbit
interaction.
✯ physically very difficult // mentally very difficult // powers on profile
✯ attack in #f24b00
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A somewhat sadden look come onto her face but it was quickly replaced. What she'd do to go back in time just to relive it all again, do it all over again. Flamewhisker. How could she forget, first one she set her eyes on... But even with everyone she had spent time with... The one she could never forget. Fragilepast. Oh that little, she hated him, but always loved him at the same time.
She thought to herself of all the things happened, with her sister, their mates. How rumors went. "Witchingstar..." she muttered quietly with a smile. Before looking back at Zjarr. "My memories are a bit dim, but I remember faintly. It's... Good to see you again." As she wasn't ready for old faces, a place of her heart did feel lighten and warm knowing.. They were not all gone.
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Morningcloud...
From all that the apprentice could remember, he only could recall a name like that back when he had just joined ThunderClan, back when ThunderClan fell because of the intense drama that came along with it. Feliciano could remember the chaos that surrounded him, how fearful he was of everything as it just changed everything around him.
Still, he approached, a smile on his face over to the serval who chatted with Zjarr. He was curious, as he had never interacted with her as much. At least, as far as his murky memories as the past goes. Despite knowing full well that she was a stranger, Feliciano reminded himself that in this Clan, his name was not Feliciano. He was Veneziano, he was just a simple, childish apprentice. He was nothing more than an apprentice. That was it.
"Hello there, Morningcloud! The name is Veneziano, but call me Vene for short." He greeted her, a polite nod over to the more elderly feline.
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"Likewise. I've been...losing track of my memories, but they're coming back," Zjarr replied, briefly turning to nod in acknowledgment to Vene's arrival. The slightest mention of a name or location would bring different phrases to mind, all of them leading up to a memory or emotion that he once had. In order to get them all back, he'd have to keep exploring and talk to others. And the return of Morningcloud could definitely help him with his more "far away" past in which he lived the same time as the oldies did.
basics.
✯ Zjarr Ignibus // codename "Heatwave"
✯ male // masculine
✯ 30 months [frozen] // mentally 60 months // spiritually 58 months
✯ warrior of ThunderClan // sen. enlisted of Taskforce 141
✯ no titles // no unofficial titles
✯ alcoholic
✯ struggles to express certain emotions
appearance.
✯ Desert Dingo [ref]
✯ sandy tan pelt
✯ brown eyes
✯ no accessories
✯ several faint scars
✯ American accent, drawl
relationships.
✯ no best friend
✯ no apprentice
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ biromantic // bisexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ breeds like a rabbit
interaction.
✯ physically very difficult // mentally very difficult // powers on profile
✯ attack in #f24b00
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I'M BORDERLINE GOOD AND I'M BORDERLINE BAD —
★-- "My memories gone to shit too but that's a face I can't forget." Sasha said as she appeared, looking at Morningcloud. "At least I'm still alive and kicking, though."
The fae couldn't remember when she last saw Morningcloud, but she did remember that they had a extremely weird relationship. One of those friends but enemies type of thing for the most part. Morningcloud once claimed she'd love to see the day Sasha died, or vanished. Sure he had done that a few times, but here she was, still. She had her ways of coming back to home base.
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Morningcloud looked at Zjarr as he spoke and give him an understanding nood, that thing had never been uncommon and probably never will be very uncoming. She looked over at Sasha who spoke and gave a rather uncomfortable expression before chuckling. "There is no way I could have forgotten you, either. It's good to see you." Even with their relationship they had. Morningcloud was getting too old to pick up old rivaly.
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Old faces returning regularly. That was really neat. Back when he was younger, the thought of not being around all his friends never really occured to him. Sam had assumed they'd all be there, but as he grew older this began to become not true.
Now, it was exciting to see members from his childhood. As he approached this serval...something tugged at his mind. He knew this member from somewhere. The german shepherd's eyes narrowed slightly, then he stopped and stood beside Sasha. "Hello im Sam...do i know you...? You look rather familiar." he asked, looking rather confused.