Posts by Mockinglullaby

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"Yup," The sandy colored apprentice replied, another smile flying upon her maw. "Your Mourning Dove, right?" She inquired softly, head cocked to one side as she pleasantly watched the Enforcer. The girl racked her accumulated memories for anything upon this feline, anything that her previous self knew, but found nothing. "Must of never been really acquainted with her..." Bombshellpaw mused, mentally shrugging her shoulders.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"I'm just arrived from ShadowClan, I've only heard that she recently passed, nothing more," She lied, attempting to weave a facade of fake truth around her sandy form. "Why? I mean, I don't look like her, do I?" The reincarnation inquired,a flash of worrying displaying itself upon her maw.

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[justify]In her former life, Starbucks had been caught up in religious acts in which she never got to escape, now, however, she could try a different approach, a different life. Sinking to the ground, Bombshellpaw released a toothy grin, "I'd like to participate, Darcy," The apprentice called with a wink of one of her lovely, copper optics. "If that is okay, though."

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Bombshellpaw felt the eyes of Sierra upon her, and insta tepidly, the sandy girl felt her copper optics narrow. "What the hell are you looking at?" She hissed in a low tone, tail lashing as approached the girl with a quick step. There was something different in the way she looked upon her, or perhaps the time she had locked upon her. It made the former ShadowClanner suspicious.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]In attempt of becoming as oblivious and unrelated to Starbucks as possible, the girl found herself loping with a great laziness towards the room in which the higher positions dwell. She had no "idea" as to seek out a member, and believed that her excuse of being a newcomer originating from ShadowClan would help her achieve one.

A lofty smile took residence upon her maw as she halted in front of the door, head cocked to one side. "May I come in, somebody?"

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Slightly startled by the appearance of Magnus, Bombshellpaw turned to face him. "I'm looking for a mentor, or somebody who would at least train me whenever possible," The reincarnation of Starbucks calmly replied, the end of her creamy tail twitching with eager impatience. "Do you know any suited and decorated warrior?" She inquired softly, head cocked to one side.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]The girl offered a smile to Sierra, one that appeared sincere but was really dripping with uncertain suspicion. Turning to Stellarpaw, she felt anger rise within her chest. "Shut up! I was just asking about something and you don't need to display that to the entire clan, sheesh." "Damn, cats weren't like this when I was Starbucks, no wonder the clan seems to hate her," Bombshellpaw thought with a shrug, copper gaze focusing upon the rabbit.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"I just met you! Literally. All I said is that I don't want you displaying my problems to the clan." Bombshellpaw's voice was impatient and a certain rage boiled within her copper gaze.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Irritation flickered within her gaze for the briefest of seconds. "I'm six moons and I want to train like a normal apprentice!" She claimed loudly, tail lashing slightly as she glanced once more at Magnus. "I don't really know any of the older Enforcer's." Lie, she was familiar with all of the high positions.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Everybody was plagued with nightmares.

Even the sandy coloured female was haunted by traumatic events originating from her past lifetime. A hefty sigh escaping her maw as she sat, pondering the essentials of being a reincarnation. Was she a mere shadow of somebody else? Of this foretold Starbucks? Nevertheless, she managed to keep the words Talisman uttered to her earlier in mind, knowing that they were true.

Her gaze fell upon something else, a massive form that had taken residence in the warm and muggy air. She felt compelled to her, as if his very essence was pulling her close. Bombshellpaw's body was up in a moment, paws carrying her lean body with diligent posh to the Silverblood, so many inquiries forming upon her rosy tongue. "Are you alright?" Her voice was hollow, a mere echo as she glanced with utmost sincerity towards Permafrost, concern obvious upon her changing expression.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"Oh the usual, pondering about my past because apparently, I'm some sort of reincarnation."

That was her immediate thought, but of course, she did not share her bitter recollections, she merely stood, silent for the briefest of moments. "I'm a night owl," She replied in excuse for her real intentions to be lurking about in such a late hour. "I don't have a mentor and nobody bothers to wake me up in the morning because I'm the new one, so I just sleep in," She added with a nonchalant shrug, a sad smile consuming her maw.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]A pang of guilt flashed upon her face, as she had already spoke to two about mentors, there were already two candidates, neither of them willing though. A small smile consumed the expression and she nodded with a great amount of eagerness. "Thank you, so much!" She had forgotten to mention that Magnus would work with her sometime but not act as a full time mentor, but that was no problem, little details weren't always important.

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[justify]ooc: permafrost is mentoring her. ^_^

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"Wait! I just remembered something! Permafrost is my mentor, but I'm still interested in those lessons, Magnus. Bye everyone!" And with that, the ditsy dreamer exited the office, a lofty tune laboring her lips.

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[justify]With an eager nod (as she wanted to say no more due to the appearance of the dog), the girl found herself radiating a happy energy. Her past thoughts were gone, consumed by the fact that she was going to actually be trained by a pristine warrior, one that would surely pass on his excellent skills that would ripen her and age her to perfection. "So, do you want to talk about anything?" Bombshellpaw inquired softly.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]She couldn't help but jump as a voice was projected in her own mind. Didn't she warn herself to get used to such strange abilities when she abandoned her previous home? Maybe because she was tired, confused, and wandering that she wasn't ready for his voice, or maybe it was because of some other, secretive thing that she would never come to find out about. Whatever had caused fear and adrenaline to shudder threw her veins for a millisecond was gone now, and her deep, copper gaze was now focused with a great amount of relief upon Frostbite.

"Hello," She breathed in return, studying his being carefully. She was about to inquire his formality, but decided to simply drop the subject. She was the guest, right? The lean female, now upon her dainty paws took a few steps forward, a laboring sigh tumbling from her lips as she carefully pondered the correct words to say. "Who am I?" It was all so blunt, a rhetorical question that everybody knew the answer too but nobody had the desire answer. She had suspicions, memories from another lifetime wouldn't just swarm you as if they were your own day and night, and she had no supernatural power like the ex-Divine bore. "Because I know I'm not Bombshellpaw."

Her final words broke her own heart, as she was coming to a thin realization that the dreamy, ditsy girl was suffocating underneath past horrors and inescapable fate.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"That is what I thought," She replied in a soft manner, having known it was true from the very moment they had first met. She was interested in her past life, and as Frostbite offered to share some information (that could be crucial in her everyday operations), she felt her heart soar in the slightest bit. "I'd like to know as much as you can share, please," She decided with a weary smile, not sure how she should be expected to act in the case of expressions.

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[justify]Never did she venture to stir to early in the morning, but now that she had sought out and successfully found a mentor, she was forced to arouse earlier then normal. The lean she-cat had learned that her mentor, Permafrost, had found yet another apprentice and that the two would be training together for her entire apprentice hood.

"Hello, your mentor is Permafrost, correct?"

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"I know the territory well, but if Alice would like to see it, I'm all arms," The creamy girl said with a light tinkle of laughter, dark copper optics dancing as she surveyed her mentor and surely her new, best training partner. Talisman may be her best friend, but they did nothing of training together so it would only be right, and expected to have one. "I like hunting as well." That seemed a bit too conceited to the reincarnation of Starbucks, she felt as if it made her appear snooty and stuck up, as if she did not favor the opinions of Alice (which she totally did). Ugh. What was wrong with her?

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]ooc: bombshell moved to sunclan, permission to move the thread there? ^_^

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The sandy gal was unconcerned that she was speaking to a ThunderClanner who was unconditionally friendly. Most of the tree-climbers she had encountered were ill-tempered and did possess a desire to speak to "the likes of her". It was quote pitiful in all honesty. "I'm Bombshellpaw, and don't worry about it, we all have our moments," She purred in a soothing manner, her voice thick with a ditsy dreaminess as she watched Moosepaw with great awe.

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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]She was speechless, unable to create a single phrase in response. Her father only knew of her position and assumed that she was a sweet cat. That was it. The whole ordeal of finding out that one of your beloved parents wasn't around during the upbringing of their own child hurt, it caused a searing pain to take residence within her chest and tears to sting within her copper optics. She felt her body shift, turning away from the creature, that, in another lifetime, she would venture to call "daddy."

Bombshellpaw knew that she was the reincarnation of Starbucks, it wouldn't hurt as much if she wasn't. Her subconscious realized that, it caused the tears to tumble over her cheeks a small sob to rack her thin frame. She remained silent though, white canines sinking into her lips until she tasted blood. It was a savory taste, she liked it, much better then the vial bitterness that had suddenly registering within her mouth.

So he was at her funeral? Big deal, what about the rest of her life? Where was he then? With another family laughing and smiling and burying his past under something new? Of course, those were just assumptions and the apprentice knew that they were not true, that she most of been some secluded creature when she was Starbucks.

But that, no matter how seemingly comforting, did not ebb the pain.

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