[open] set this ball room aglow

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    can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldn't let me sign on?
    all my islands have sunk in the deep, so i can hardly relax or even oversleep
    i feel as if i were home, some nights, when we count all the ship lights
    i guess i'll never know why sparrows love the snow
    we'll turn off all of the lights and     set this ballroom aglow


    [size=25pt][glow=black,2,300]brae[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]i felt the even tide
    deep in my shallow dreams[/size]

    It was not easy to leave her. Those delicate forms, curled against her stomach, captured his love. How could he leave them? She asked him not too. She asked him to stay. Begged, really. Her pleading words made his final decision all the much harder.


    Perhaps he should have left a long time ago. Several moons had passed, and now the wind that swept over his fur carried with it the white flurries of winter. In other words, ages had passed. It was time for him to leave. The spirits were silent, but Brae knew what they would tell him. These kittens were important, but not more so than his own kittens, whom he had not seen since the wind had carried the warmth of the sun.


    So he bid his daughter, Joy, farewell. He knew she could raise her litter well, with or without him.


    And so his journey began. It was perilous, to say the least. That dream, received so long ago, had guided him over vast terrain. The trek to his daughter had taken nearly half a moon, and he had been in good health then. Now, with arthritis slowly eating it's way through his joints, Brae's travel was slow and arduous.


    When the tips of the decrepit mansion peeked above the horizon, a gentle sigh dropped from his lips. "I'm home." He muttered to himself. Without pausing, the tom passed over the border and towards the Elite.


    [size=7pt]
    ooc. Bought the dream that lead him away from the Elite in the shop~![/size]

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    The kit hadn't seen or heard so much as a whisker of Brae in her short life, and the kit was giddy as she noticed the tom coming. She had heard a ton about him, and she had heard about the Titled tom. The kit skidded out to where the powerful brown tabby with white was entering the Elite, her bright yellow eyes glowing as she saw him. "I know who you areee!" she trilled happily, racing at the tom at full speed. The white she-cat sat back, glancing up at the powerful old tom now. "You're Brae, aren't youuu?" she gasped. The kit had been living for three short moons and she had heard so much about Brae.


    "Therony's deaad," Abelinda meowed. "I saw Therony die. She died. Yeaaah," she meowed. "It was sad. She was laying down with Capone and I dunno. She just... she just died."

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    [justify]A tom he barely knew as his father. Whispered words, no one really knew the whereabouts of the tom he so called father. He knew not of what he looked like, too young to really remember, too tired to care. He knew of the tom by name and not figure. Brae.


    Upon hearing the words of his mothers name so blatantly spoken, the cream tom narrowed his eyes. "Don't talk about her like that." He spat at Abelinda. His mother was smart, a well known she-cat of the Elite. To hear her name thrown here and there, well he just wouldn't take it.


    He dared a glance at Brae, eyes filled with daggers to the tom. The cream tom had grown, so much so that even if Brae recognized him as his son, he probably wouldn't remember his name, probably only another tom of the Elite. Another face without a name. Another name without a body to call it home.


    "Welcome back." He said. Words without emotion, without feeling. There was not a need to fill them in with such a thing. He had grown cold. Losing his father, then his mother, by blood or not. He just didn't care. None of these cats mattered and to spare them with care was only a fools mistake.


    He went by the name Bellum, although no one called him by name much. No one needed him here, but here he stayed. Why? Why he didn't know. He desired not to leave, but was not inclined to stay.[/justify]

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    [size=8]"Like what?" the she-cat meowed, turning to glance at Bellum. "What are you talking about?" her eyes sparked though her words were blunt. She had only stated what had happened, and she was too young to interpret what had happened to Theron otherwise. "Your so silly," she giggled lightly. The kit sat back now, puffing out her chest. She was three moons old now, and she would soon grow to be a trainee. She couldn't wait to escape from this mansion.

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    [size=30pt]Delphine.[/size][size=7pt]
    Here's a song
    for the kid
    who aims so high
    He shot her down[/size]



    [font=candara] "Brae?" the silver tabby stood up from her seat on a slab of stone. Delphine had grown and filled out nicely since her first encounter with the large tomcat, ages ago. She wasn't blind nor deaf- she knew about Braes departure and...other things. Things she was fine without mentioning.
    She had been watching Abelinda absently, hidden in the shadows, where she belonged. Ever since she joined the Elite she had dreamed of finding her place among the anti-clan felines, but she found her heart aching for her old clan on the coldest, loneliest days.


    The empty feeling filled her chest today, and she dreamed of once again being Sleetpaw, young apprentice of Thunderclan. But that was over. She was Delphine now. Besides, Delphine was a prettier name in her opinion, way more melodic and fitting than Sleetpaw.


    The long legged, skinny tabby took a few steps toward the group, azure eyes uncertain. She wasn't as well know as she had hoped, and he might not even remember her.


    She was still glad he was back, though.

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    [size=55pt]Cross[/size]


    "Let's start a riot!
    "Let's start a riot!"


    Cross stepped around the land. Dirt scraped under her small feet. She looked over at the other cats. "Who's this?" she mewed, looking at Brae.


    "You must be famous! All of these cats know you? Welcome back, even though I don't really know who you are yet." she nodded. "I may have heard about you, actually. Brae, is it?"
    The sandy cat stepped even more forward, her green eyes gleaming with joy. "Welcome." She sat herself down, the dirt getting into her clean sandy fur. She didn't care. The bottom of her white pas here dirty too, but oh well. That's fan-freaking-tastic to her.

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    Oh, Ink had a few words to say to Brae, that was for sure. Actually, she had a little more than a few to say. The Stylist had heard whispers of Brae's return, and it was only when she saw a crowd gathering that she realized it was true. "Brae?!" Ink screeched. She had to be quick if she was going to bitch him out. There was only a short amount of time before Capone showed up. Boy, had she ever irritated Ink when Theron had died. Nevertheless, Ink was loyal to her. And Brae was her left hand man. No way was she going to get caught mouthing off at Brae.


    With Nemo hobbling quickly after her, Ink suddenly wished Berry was there. He had disappeared... and their kits were only a little over a moon old! Nemo had a dead paw.... and that posed a problem already. Would her son be able to fight? Would he be able to grow up and become a Guard like she had at first, before she'd been chosen by Theron to become a Stylist Trainee? The thought of being a Trainee reminded Ink that she had to set up a training session with Luster and Borderpaw at some point. She was their mentor now, after all...


    "You son of a bitch!" Ink snarled, thrusting her way past cats to get to the tabby. "You left her and she went depressed! She was sick for so long and then she died! I promised her multiple times that if you ever returned you'd be afraid of me, Brae!"


    "You always looked down on me. You always disapproved of my addictions! Look at me now! I'm your mate's successor and the guardian of her entire family! Your family Brae! Why the hell did you leave? You bastard, Theron died because of you! You told her you loved her and then you abandoned her without any damn word where you were going!" By then Ink was nearly screaming; her voice was beginning to grow hoarse. Both Berry and Theron had left her. She had Theron's entire family at her side... but it wasn't the same with having her own mother at her side. Theron should have been there, helping her raise her own litter of seven.

    Dyl had been padding through the open halls of the Elite, bored and restless. Her paws made soft sounds with every step, leaving perfect pawprints in the dust that lay like a blanket on the ground of the Decrepit Mansion. The four month old wasn't really sure where she was going, or why she was going there, but she was just moving, her paws bringing her closer to the yard of the old mansion.


    The golden brown kit reached a halt at the door of the mansion, looking out at the assembled cats in the yellowing yard before her. She saw several familiar faces, though she could only name Ink, the Stylist. She leaped from he porch, landing neatly in the grass, before strolling over to the others casually.


    "Hello there," she meowed to the new arrival, a large, powerful looking brown tabby tom with white. "You are Brae, I presume?"

    [size=25pt][glow=black,2,300]brae[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]i felt the even tide
    deep in my shallow dreams[/size]

    To say his heart broke would be an understatement. The moments those words were carelessly dropped from the young kit's mouth, the few fragile pieces that were still left of his heart exploded. It had been hard enough to leave her in the first place - now, to so coarsely find out that his one and his only love had been stripped from the world...


    His pupils dilated. As the many other cats swarmed around, all with their own words to say, Brae was trapped in his own personal hell. Dead. He had never suspected such a thing could even be possible. The Spirits, to whom he was so loyally devoted to, he thought that they would protect her. Then again, the Spirits were vicious sometimes - he knew that first hand.


    His heart, oh, his heart. Rubbed raw with emotion, the tom slowly eased himself onto his belly. There really was a dire pain in his chest, ever growing as his heart beat speed up. She died. A heavy weight placed itself on him, making it hard to breath.


    "She died." The tom murmured, his eyes unfocused as his heart sputtered wildly.


    Surely, surely, this was some fantastical nightmare. This couldn't be real. Theron had to be just around the corner, about to rush out and whisper sweet nothings to him. Please, spirits. Please.

    [size=8]Abelinda clearly realized the things she had said ever so wrong. "Hey, be nice to Brae!" she meowed, glaring at Ink. Though her eyes were sad, as she had seen Theron's death at such a young age, she didn't like that the tom had to go through the death plus the fact that Ink was telling him off. She didn't like that!


    The golden tabby wrapped her tail around her numb paws, glancing over at Brae and Ink. "I didn't realize I said it so foolishly... the words just fell from my mouth before I could stop them," she muttered, shaking her head. Oh; what a great welcome back gift to Brae!


    Glaring at Ink, she meowed, "Maybe he had some reason to leave! Maybe Capone sent him on a mission! You never know, and you shouldn't judge so quickly!"

    S E M T E X
    [size=6pt]young love murder
    that's what this must be[/size]

    The newly named Member had glanced around the room, his spotted pelt showing brightly. Nothing was said, as nobody would take any s*** would be taken in the Elite. The Ocelot stumbled upon a crowd, more like a group of cats trying to kill someone."Whoa, what the hell is going on?" He muttered to himself. Semtex had never noticed Brae before, never in the Mansion.


    Blowing away a dust bunny that had been forming, the small tom listened to all the anger forming, mostly one from Ink."It's not his fault. Maybe something important was going on.. right?" Semtex's voice was forwarded to no one, only at the cats themselves.

    d***, d***, double d***


    Brae was back. D*** Brae.


    Never before had the handsome young male met the brown tabby and white "hero," but everyone else seemed to name him, and the young male certainly didn't rank him higher than Ignacio. And that was saying something.


    His black features were shadowing him as he stood on the railing of the porch, his bright yellow eyes glinting in the light as he stared across to Brae. Why did his mother like him so much? He just seemed old and emotional. Not to mention, mourning over Theron? She deserved to die, nothing was quite as good as seeing Theron's family fall to bits as their monarch died in front of them. The last look on Theron's face, the idiotic sobbing by her family. It was all just a load of crap.


    Taking in a deep breath to calm himself, the black male leaped from the railing onto the porch, taking his time down the steps.


    "You left as we were being born."

    [size=55pt]Cross[/size]


    "Let's start a riot!
    "Let's start a riot!"


    "I have no clue on what's going on." Cross mewed. Her sandy fur blew in the wind. She looked around. "Why...okay what did you do?" she mewed to Brae. "Did you do something bad?"

    Holy crap. Brae? As in that one that had been the reason she had been born? Well, then again, she didn't know too many Brae's around there, and seeing as so many had seemed to recognize him...yep, this was the guy.


    It wasn't exactly a positive reaction Articulo had, but she never usually had one at much of anything anymore. The she-cat glided to the bottom of the stairs that her brother, Lorem was making his way down, as the two never seemed too far apart from one another. Icy blue eyes were set in a hard look, unable to turn her head from the sight of the d**m tom who'd left without a word all that time ago.


    Lorem had said enough, so Articulo just listened for a reply, whatever excuse he'd give, nto being one to like using words too much, rathering to let others speak and knowing she didn't make an error in whatever she said. She didn't give a crap about Theron, when she was dead or alive just alike, so whether or not Brae was shocked at the former stylist's death went uncared for by her.

    [size=30pt]Delphine.[/size][size=7pt]
    Here's a song
    for the kid
    who aims so high
    He shot her down[/size]



    [font=candara] Delphine watched as many other cats joined them, mostly cats younger than her, and she stayed silent. She glanced at Ink and flattened her ears, turning her gaze back to Brae, whom, in her opinion, looked broken.


    "I'm sorry Brae," she mewed, voice barely a whisper. To come home to all this bulls*** must really...suck.


    She turned to Semtrex eyes widening in surprise as he appeared from nowhere.

    Semtex.... he really didn't reply much. Foicking his tail in slight greeting, while others were yapping about all the things that had happened and arguements that brew up for different causes. Instead of saying something stupid like,"Hey, let's go for a ride on ponyville!" Or some crap like that, his only words were,"Capone needs to know."

    Firenze stared, blinking owlish at seeing this tom. She'd heard a bit about this tom, considering he was quite possibly one of the most influential guys in the history of the Elite. Capone had left the Mansion of few days ago with Etini, leaving Lorem Ipsum in charge.

    Ink wasn't listening to those around her. Or rather, she didn't care. "Shut up." The Stylist spat irritably. "You didn't know Theron like I did. You didn't see her after he disappeared! She was heartbroken, confused, and depressed! No matter his reason," Ink tore her glittering golden stare away from those who were chastising her, back to Brae. "there was no reason why you couldn't have told your own mate and children where you went. They're your family, and to just leave like that makes you no better than my own parents!"


    Nemo glanced between his mother and Brae. He wasn't sure who the big tom-cat was, but the moon old tom-kit hadn't ever seen his mother like this before. It was petrifying. He hobbled to hide behind Ink as quickly as his dead paw would allow him to go, not wanting to get caught in the fray. However, Nemo couldn't help but agree with his mother's words. He didn't know Theron, but she talked about her a lot. If this Brae was as bad as Ink said, Nemo was most definitely going to be on her side.


    Ink glanced back at those who were just standing there. "Somebody go find the rest of his children. Find Ignacio, Ambrosia, Dante, Alexus, Mori, Bellum, and Nitidus." They'd want to know where their father had gone, and Ink suspected Ignacio wouldn't be too happy. She hoped he wouldn't be, at least. From her perspective, Brae didn't deserve an ounce of love. She had promised Theron multiple times, the last being while she was on her deathbed, that if Brae ever returned he'd be getting a bitching at. And here he was.

    [align=center]Golden tabby paws glided across the floor, the whispers of Brae's return had reached her. She gently padded towards the group, crowded around the tom, her dark green eyes a viod, letting no emotion through.


    She parted through the crowd of cats, gingerly padding up beside Ink. "Ink, calm down." The Title said, gently,compassion now lacing her voice. With that, the she-cat tossed a glance at Nemo, remembering the litter she had just had, not yet old enough to walk.


    Her eyes then cut to Brae, the tom who had introduced her to the Elite. He had left his family, Theron had died, and now he was back. Nice. She sighed, stating simply. "You're back."

    [size=30pt]floodstop![/size]
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