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Ever since finding her way back to the Bureau, the fem had been rather distant; despite her jutting ribs and limping gait, there was a fierce glint to her gaze that could not be seemingly settled. It would only soften at the precense of others, yet it smoldered in her actions with clear visibility. Evergreen found herself refusing even the meekest of morsels- even now, as stomach pains racked her, the amount of grief that clouded her once warm gaze could not rival against its intensity. Yet, she remained silent, only suppressing the anguish in her chest as light flurries began to dance from the sky and onto her nose.

The scrap of what used to be a kitten had found it's way onto the border, in it's wake trailing nothing but a sickly crimson streak. Weeping wounds crisscrossed her fragile frame, the lustrous onyx sheen of her coat reduced to but a tattered mess. The sight in itself was pitiful- however, amidst the whistle of the wind, the faintest of voices could be heard, scraped raw and but a whisper. "F..Faa..th..er.." Ametrinekit wailed, though her tone could only be sensed by the nearest of passerbys. "M..Mer..cy.." Was all she could utter before collapsing, laying still a few taillengths into the border.

"What a shame. I could see how that would interfere with your life as such an intimidating ducky." Sucre murmured at his previous comment, though her expression never faltered as she listened closely to his words. Tilting her head to one side, the fem seemed to arch a nonexistent eyebrow at his question, though her molten amber gaze betrayed not a glimpse of any emotion that had jolted through her, if any. After all, upon being thrust into such events like bumping into the leader of Eden once more, as well as meeting the enigma she knew as Batter, there left her little time to assess what sort of fate lie in store for her in BloodClan. "This group isn't exactly saccharine, no. But it's charming, to say the least- quite generous, too." She would grin simply, lowering her gaze to the worn ground below her for a moment, as if contemplating. No, the world was not sugar-coated, as most lies within it were; but the first tier had found within BloodClan was rather serene, including the day to day bloodshed. It was captivating, to say the least, including the people she had met within her time here. My, were they such beguiling creatures, and it couldn't help but stimulate Sucre's unfathomable nature.

"A pleasure to meet you." Evergreen managed to mew, smiling lightly towards the newcomer with an inward sigh. She remembered the days in which she was able to grin so freely; however, ever since returning, it seemed she had much to think over before returning to her usual state. For a few moments, she remained silent, observing her pass intently- before craning her head towards Arthur happily. "I enjoy the flurries every once in a while. It's the ice that really pesters me." The former healer meowed. "As for my overall well being? I.. no, things aren't alright after what happened. I've experienced cruelty before. I was blessed to have my eyes returned to my body when I was young, but.. these rogues, if I dare call them that, showed me that what anguish I have previously experienced dulled compared to their methods. I can only remember one of them. His name was Enoch, I believe." She explained in a low, unwilling to meet anyone's light of vision as she spoke.

"O..Oti..s.." Ametrinekit gurgled, craning her neck as to face him feebly. "They.. They stole.. my innocence. If you.. know what.. I mean." She whispered, forcing back her unshed tears as she spoke, and eventually could not look him directly after uttering such burdened truth.

The trainee hadn't been showing her face, as of late; no, the enigmatic fem had took it upon herself to seek answers that had lie hidden within places, people she had not once remembered. Yet, despite her rather wandering tendencies, Sucre had found her paws leading her back to the territories of BloodClan after her brief disappearance. She wasted no time uncovering the storage of sugar she had stashed away upon joining; however, the amber-eyed feline only observed in silence as a marshmallow began to shrink and pool into goop under the harsh heat of the ground below her, seemingly lost in her own realm of thought.

A laugh mimicking that of bells escaped her, the trainee directing her molten amber gaze to Trance as she spoke. "My journeys were taxing, to say the least. But I suppose that is one of the many prices one would have to pay for the truth." She mewed, rolling her shoulders as she let her eyes flit about the newfound crowd. It seemed BloodClan hadn't changed its habit of attracting herds of newcomers since her travels, though it was a somewhat pleasant experience for the fem to observe each and every new face that passed through. "I don't believe I've met any of your acquaintances; I'm Sucre. It's a pleasure." Sucre meowed, as her signature grin laced her facial features lightly. Glancing towards the ever deteriorating marshmallow before her, the femme only hesitated for a heartbeat, before curling her tail around her paws. "I suppose I wasn't hungry anyways."

Track.

"Ah. The savior has returned." Sucre meowed upon approaching, molten amber irises fixated on Scorpion as she neared the male. Though her statement could have been intended to be sarcastic, the chiming quality to her tone misdirected any assumption that could be made; aside from the ever present grin that split her maw, a lopsided yet wistful sort of smile that remained centered upon her facial features as she continued. "Welcome back." The fem offered simply.

"I've heard much of you, considering. But let us waste no time to useless introductions." Sucre mused as she slipped up beside Lucy, the beginning of a grin tugging at the corners of her upturned maw. "I'm Sucre. Charmed." The fem offered as she drew her tail around her paws, as to distract from the pitiful lack of height she bore compared to the rest of those gathered. Nonetheless, the amber-eyed feline acknowledged Scorpionsting with a dip of her head towards him, but nothing more.

[Mostly a return from inactivity; as some of you know, my Internet was turned off for a time, but now I've officially returned. <3]
The onyx fluff of fur had managed to retain a few ounces of body weight throughout her recovery; from both mental and physical damage, due to the swift passing of her father and her capture by rogues those few weeks ago. She hadn't even been able to say goodbye to Ymir. After her disappearance, many of the Skulls of which she considered family had been replaced with new faces, which sent distress rattiling her fragile body; and yet, she remained as stoic as ever to the outside world. Perhaps she'd be able to see Jadekit once more, or speak to Otis. But it was inevitable that she would have to confront the newest members of the group, a task that seemed much too extroverted for her tastes; but nonetheless, Ametrinekit mustered a ghost of a grin as she loped into the clearing, appearing to be but a charcoal smear of color in her haste.

"She's going to recover, right?" Ametrinekit questioned upon loping over to the scene, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her words escaped in ragged gasps. The thump, to Ammy's delicate senses, had been rather audible even from the clearing of foliage she had been snooping about; thus resulting in such alarm. Being that there were overlapping voices, the kitten had raced to see what had taken place, but remained stoic in appearance as she observed the scenario.

"I'm Ametrinekit, miss; I'm glad you've found your way back to the Skulls. It's always relieving to have returning additions." Ammy mewed with a dip of her angled head upon approaching the scene, before offering Flight a fleeting grin of welcome. It had been a while; since she had last mustered a smile, and when she had seen a joiner before the incidents that had ravaged her tender moons of kittenhood. Or, that was, whatever had remained; already the onyx fluff ball had grown to the size of a slightly larger version of her kit self, due to her dwarfed height, but was prepared to enter apprenticeship nonetheless.

"Otis!" Ametrinekit gasped upon halting; however, she flung her onyx body towards him in relief, though too small to tackle him completely. "I've been.. reflecting. On what's happened." A haunted look briefly sliced through the playful glint in her gaze; it had lasted for a mere heartbeat before a smile blossomed against her maw. "But now I'm back and in action. Things have really changed, but I'm glad you're still here." She purred.

I WANT TO SPAR!
Name: Ametrinepaw
Clan: The Skulls

How long had it been since she had seen another kitten? Sure, Ammy was no bigger than a kit herself, but it had only been her and Jadekit from what she remembered from her not so distant childhood. It seemed like Ymir had still been beside her yesterday. Upon approaching, the onyx fluff ball offered Hannah a friendly grin as she loped over to the fem. "Hello, Hannah. I'm Ametrinepaw, but you can call me Ammy." The feline nodded in greeting.

"Oh? What did she bring?" Ametrinepaw inquired upon approaching, unable to stifle the excitement that laced her tone as she slipped up beside Otis. Her encounters with strangers, since the incident that had taken place with the rogues, had left her weary of outsiders; however, her usual cheer towards them had began to unearth itself from her always present anxiety of ambush. Nonetheless, Ammy fixated her verdant gaze upon the various gifts the avian had left to their disposal, her mind wandering as to what lie inside the basket.

As usual, the onyx figure had found her way beside Otis as she approached the scene silently. It seemed like a lifetime since she had set eyes upon a newcomer; but now that Genevieve had appeared, Ametrinepaw could not suppress the friendly grin that blossomed across her maw as she awiated the fem's response.

Appearing beside Flight, the onyx trainee beamed towards Ragni and Rosencrantz as she began speaking. "Congratulations, you two! Don't hesitate to ask if you need any help with the upcoming ceremony." Ammy meowed, her voice radiating eagerness for the to-be newlyweds. Never before had she witnessed a marriage; it had only been recently that she had acquired the age to become an apprentice, nor did she remember anything of her mother and her relationship with Ymir. Thus, Ametrinepaw shuffled her paws in excitement, thoughts flitting this way and that as to how such a momentous occasion would be planned.

dear lord if otis dies
ammy will have an aneurysm after losing ymir and jarvis