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    HAUNTEDPAW


    Why was she here? She was in camp, on her side. Her pelt, normal as it was midday, was dusty and she looked out of it. She had spent the night out again. Alone in the dark. Was she becoming distant? She didn't now. But, she loved her freedom. She just didn't know how she got here. Had someone come to get her? The girl hadn't a single clue. Yet, she felt as though that must be it. Slowly, the half awake girl would sit up. Grunting a bit and shaking her head.


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    (c)trexgirl

    Cyrus was padding back into camp from a border patrol when he saw her, sitting up like she'd only just woken up from a dream. It was midday, though, wasn't it? Cyrus didn't like getting up early, himself, but even he was usually at least awake by this hour. She looked a bit confused, too...

    "Hey, Hauntedpaw," he meowed, not too loudly considering that she looked still half asleep. "Are you feeling alright?"

    HAUNTEDPAW


    The child looked up at the sound of the leader. He was here? Why now of all times? Grunting a bit she would begin to groom herself a bit. Hoping to look a bit better. "Cyrus." She answered as she looked up to him once more. "I, uh.. I had a rough night. Not sure how I even got here." She admits nervously.


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    Cyrus was surprised to hear that- Hauntedpaw was a bit young for 'rough nights' in his opinion, a few moons too small to be messing around with alcohol. But maybe that wasn't what she meant... she didn't exactly look hungover.

    "You don't remember what happened?" The ginger feline asked in surprise, and some concern.

    HAUNTEDPAW


    The girl would shake her head at this and look at her paws. Shame heating her pelt. "No. I remember going out like I always do. Then a flash of white light, then nothing." She admits with a shrug.


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    /retro to the Deathstroke and Feliks conflict thread


    Now that made him feel concerned. She didn't remember what had happened at all... and if she hadn't been drinking, which she hadn't seemed to be, that was unusual. Cyrus hadn't yet noticed the apprentice's embarrassment, too caught up in his own thinking of what could have happened to her. Maybe she'd run into someone with the power to tamper with memories?

    "That's a worry..." He meowed, tail twitching back and forth. "Do you have any unfamiliar scents on you? Maybe you'd be able to scent who brought you back here." In the middle of camp, it would be difficult for him to pick up on any specific scents around her. If she couldn't scent anything here, he thought, maybe it would be best to follow her trail back out of camp, try to work out what had happened that way. He couldn't let something like this go unchecked.

    "WHEN ALL THIS TIME I'VE BEEN SO HOLLOW"


    The girl had met up with that nice tiger. But, she doubted he had hurt her. The girl blinked and then looked at her paws. "I met a traveling tiger. He was nice. He didn't try to hurt me. All he wanted to do was get me back to camp. Maybe I fainted from my sleepless night and he brought me home?" She offered hopefully.


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    "A travelling tiger?" Cyrus repeated, curious. He couldn't think of who that might be, and if Hauntedpaw didn't know them, it was likely that they weren't a Rifter... "Do you remember anything else about them?" If they wanted to help her, and hadn't tried to hurt her, that was a good thing, but still... it might be best for them to check out the scents, just in case. Hauntedpaw looked fine, other than being a bit dazed. "I guess you would be tired if you hadn't been sleeping much..." Cyrus was a big sleeper, himself, so he didn't know all too much about the effects of long times without sleep. He might stay up late at night, but he'd sleep in late in the mornings, too, so overall he got a decent amount of sleep- except for when he was on the dawn patrol.

    "WHEN ALL THIS TIME I'VE BEEN SO HOLLOW"


    "Withered. His name was a Withered. He was a mutated tiger. We stayed in the cave on the north side of the island. He.. had many clan scents on him." she offered before nodding. "Yeah. I have passed out before, but I always wake up in the same spot." she mused with a shake of her head.


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    "Withered..." Not the most reassuring name, but then again, names tended not to be. Hauntedpaw, Selfdestruction, Toxicwaste. Individuals names were often unflattering. "I've never heard of a tiger by that name. Maybe he's still around? Trespassing on our territory though, I'd have to sort that out..." Cyrus was normally aware of new joiners, and it was a bit concerning when someone showed up that he didn't recognise. "All out of lack of sleep?" He meowed again, surprised.

    ★ ★ ★ "Yes. I have a bad habit of not sleeping enough." she admits with a shy smile. Shuffling her paws. If he went looking, she doubted they would find him. He was heading back to some clan. He had to many scents to pinpoint.


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    HAUNTING ME

    That was a problem... maybe the healer would be able to help her with it, give her some herbs to help her sleep.

    "Hmm... have you thought about asking the healer for some sleeping herbs? Poppy seeds?" The successful recollection of a healing herb made him smile- normally he wasn't any good at them, but today the information had come to him almost right away. "They're for sleeping, right?"