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    Let it die, let it fly away

    //me: I need a break from FF

    Also me: I need to bring back a character from last year


    The man's memories were slightly fogged, he supposed that was to be expected along with his old age, but he didn't forget last time he had come across Blizzardclan. He remembered... Lottie. She was the medic, the lover of Alastor, a kind girl she was, he hoped she was still here. He couldn't remember if it had been Blizzardclan which he had fled to or Riverclan when his mind was going out of his control... Oh he did not know, nor did he know if his faults had grown famous, if his behavior became known. It wasn't his fault, he would scream it and cry it if he could. It wasn't his fault he had been so angry, it wasn't his fault he had been pushed onwards and onwards, it wasn't his fault he had just... Shattered. mentally, physically Dying over and over again took a toll on him, it was an accurate explanation but he never said it in fear of what it might have brought. he would just try to shove the blame off of himself, blame everything on his traumas like always.

    He had heard enough from Vader to know he had to get himself together.

    For the last few months that was exactly what he was doing. He was trying to calm himself mentally, enlighten his core and mind. Of course mental wellness was incredibly difficult to achieve, even now he had his major struggles and lows but... He did not want to stray from society forever.

    He was getting lonely.

    Especially since...

    The Irish Wolfhound walked on, his lanky limbs carrying his old body forward, the little jingle of two golden rings against one another sounding off only quietly as cataracts-ridden eyes scanned over the region which was only now starting to seem familiar. Blizzardclan's border.

    With a clean and tidy air, the male halted and sat upright, eyes gazing over the horizon as he awaited an approacher. Hopefully a familiar face.


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    paracosmic kovic — information — member of blizzardclan


    isolation wasn't for many and he had seen that with the multiple joiners he had already met. creatures were social beings, well not all of them but usually, with high intellect tended to focus on working as a group to survive the harsh times of life. had it been loneliness of being so ostracized that brought the canine here just a day ago to join the ranks? he thought that might be that reason yet he was never sure for he felt like he had come in for a purpose far more interesting that desiring shelter and comfort from a clan. had he really cared for where he wished to remain, parabolic might have headed towards the direction of his birth place, shadowclan. yet he doubted his family was still around and even if there were stubborn members there, would they even recognize him without his revolting birth body?


    it didn't take very long for him to once rest his light copper rust brown eyes onto a stranger's face at the border of blizzardan. not wanting the peculiar fellow to wait much longer, his striding pace turned to a light jog. his curled feathery tail bounced against his lower back as he drew to a halt in front of the irish wolfhound. a faint warming smile traced his muzzle as the mottled brown male gave a light dip of his head in greeting as he questioned "hello, stranger. may you tell me your name and business here today?" his vibrant haze looked away and instead stared at the grass beside him as he waited for a response.


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    Let it die, let it fly away

    The other canine that step forth did not seem familiar at all, but even so the veteran carried some self doubt. What if he simply forgot this face? It had been so long since he had any sort of interactions with the clans, he wouldn't habe been surprised if he forgot a few faces or maybe even see some in new bodies. Maybe... He did know this guy. Maybe this guy knew him.

    Hello stranger.

    Well, apparently not. The former deputy sent a smile towards his greeter, the lack of eye contact was not bothersome to him in the least.

    "Atticus Hacksaw. I'm lookin' for a place to join." He'd say with a firm nod before his own gaze strayed to look over Paracosmic's head, expression laced with a bit of concern. He hoped that his friends here were still present, the very thought of being surrounded by strangers seemed so terrifying , so unsafe, he wasn't sure if he would remain for long if there were no familiar faces.

    "I've been here before. Is Sweet still leader?" he and Sweetophelia weren't necessarily friends, but they were acquaintances and that was enough to offer a little comfort to the naturally paranoid senior.



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    paracosmic kovic — information — member of blizzardclan


    it was rather surprising someone didn't actually falter from speaking to him due to the male's lack of eye contact. he had only told one person about the symptom he held due to having asperger's for he didn't desire having to have an announcement about his disorder that impaired his social skills. if someone truly believed he was being rude and didn't wish to get along with him, it didn't really concern or bother the canine. as mild-mannered as he was, he was cold about dealing with people and could easily detach himself from socializing with them for he had lived months without a care of having someone by his side. as he heard the former deputy speak his name and the desire to find a sheltering home, a ghost of a smile laced his muzzle as the chestnut coffee shepherd chow mix answered "i suppose blizzardclan can offer you a place to join the ranks. welcome and my name is paracosmic." his fluttering gaze flickered briefly back towards the older male and listened to the question of sweet. guessing he meant sweetophelia, a female that he had yet to truly meet for he had only seen her through the sidelines, paracosmic gave a nod of confirmation as he replied "yes, i can confirm she's still the leader of this place. how long have you been gone from here, then?" unlike atticus, the mutt had not returned to his "birth" home which was shadowclan. not because he did not desire to belong with them, it was just too far of a trek and he had gone to the closest clan that he could reach which ended up being blizzardclan.

    Let it die, let it fly away

    Although he had dismissed the act, the symptom didn't come across as unnoticed. It wasn't like Atticus had no experience in the domain - he was a medic, not only that but also a field medic in the military. He had experienced enough shell-shocked members and brain damaged warriors to know quite alot about mental health and mental disabilities. He had seen how much the physically and mentally handicapped were treated in his time and naturally the man's sympathetic soul reached out to them all. Through experience, Atticus learned of the symptoms and he had especially learned of unconditional love. Even with all of his extensive experience he never made assumptions, so he did not simplify his communication and neither did he find concern over the lack of eye contact. Besides, his was probably not as good either considering how much his optics were starting to fail him.

    As the shepherd continued on, Attticus offered a nod towards the male as a name was given. Paracosmic. An almost ethereal name, it had a legendary sound to it. He bowed his head towards his greeter in a kind display of respect before Sweetophelia was mentioned, and much to his relief, was confirmed as still present among the clan.

    "That's a relief. I wouldn't want to be a total stranger." He'd exhale with a light chuckle lacing his words, relaxation evident in his tone which seemed to have loosened up in a more casual manner. Now moving along to the question the Blizzardclanner had asked, Attie parted his maw yet again.

    "I'm from Windclan. Well, was. Former medic and deputy. Blizzardclan and Windclan were close allies back in the day, I often visited and often had meetings with the medics here. If I'd had to guess, last time I came here was... Months." He bit his lower lip as he realized he couldn't specifically pinpoint the exact time and date of his last visit, well, who could blame him? He could remember so much but names and dates were too much to ask of the older fellow.



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    Voices at the border often meant new faces, new people looking to join the large, crazy life that was BlizzardClan. Lottie was quite used to seeing new faces meld into the old around the camp- some she had taken to introduce herself to, others she didn't see often enough to stop and say hello, though she was attempting to make a better effort at that, all things considering. But it seemed that she was in a world of surprise lately, not only to see Henry at the border, but now Atticus too. It had been quite, quite a long time ago since she had seen the blind WindClan Medic; even longer than she had known what had been going on with the two of them. She blamed herself, in part, she always considered them to be friends, and yet she had failed to check up on them when they now seemed to be needing it the most.


    "Atticus!" she would call out as she joined Paracosmic upon seeing the canine standing before her. She smiled brightly, then stepped in cautiously to give the Medic a hug. "Atticus, it's wonderful to see you again. I just saw Henry, too!" It was likely Lottie's greeting was far more relaxed than the one he had been given by Paracosmic- but then again, she knew Atticus from a long while ago. Plus, Lottie was always friendly. "Je ne peux pas croire mes yeux" she murmured, falling into French without quite meaning to as she would release her hug and step back to return Atticus's personal space to him. "Are you alright? Is there anything I can get you?"


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