IC: "So, your boss let your daughter attempt to take over her because she made a deal with him?" Pride said, trying to piece it together. He had to face facts, Alura wasn't going to make it. He handed the mirror to Greed.
"She's not going to live, some demons are too strong," he said," And we cannot risk our lives for just one, it's uneven."
Kakku turned to look at hi in rage.
"Y-You're just gonna... Let her die..." she said grimly," And not to jack about it..."
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IC: "My last Wielder, Akane, got too overconfident. That got her killed," Nagato said.
Sia turned to Feli and nodded," I get it. When does the fight start?"
"You still seem overconfident..." Jasdevi added," Maybe you should rest, considering that wound-"
Sia sat down and peeled off the bandage as Jasdevi spoke about overconfidence, then noticed it was completely healed.
"Oh hell yes," she chuckled," But you're right."
"Good luck newbie," Ali added, before turning over to the other side of his bed to rest himself.
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IC: Yuri looked inside the window, a frail looking woman snipping the dead leaves from a small flower. In the background was a human looking shadow.
"I think I see Katsu in there with her step-mother," she told Pandora and Sage. The frail woman looked up and waved for them to come inside.
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IC: "You... You think it's lucky to be a demon..?!" Kakku hissed," You may be one, but I don't exactly think her becoming a demon is lucky." Her fist was clenched so tight that her nails dug into her palm making it bleed.
Pride looked at Kakku with low interest.
"So pitiful," he murmured," Like a ragged cloth tossed to the side because it's unwashable, and it's purpose is done."
Ikaru gazed into the mirror with dread, an awful power illuminated like a stench. Then the smell of blood lingered into his nostrils.
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IC: Alma looked up after a long rest.
"Holy Starclan, that cat even made a den," she purred in awe, limping over inside to see Shadow and Sky. Alma smiled and meowed," This is great Sky!"
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IC: Alma limped inside, and lay down slowly so she wouldn't open her wounds again. She stared at a crack between a branch and the leaves where she could perfectly stare at the moon. A small smile cracked on her face again, but a longing one.
I wish I could've been there... I want to be able to help them, just another shot and I could've done it... I could have saved them back at the lab from the white coats... she thought with terror, But the past is the past... And future means you have the ability to alter it before it happens. I try to tell myself that over and over again but I can't get any better. Her eyes turned glassy, and she blinked frequently to keep the tears from falling. Alma shoved her face into her paws and wrapped her tail over the gap from her forehead and her paws so it felt like she was alone.
Alone... Nice and alone from ridicule and critics... she thought, calming herself down. A small melody formed in her head from which she heard an old friend sing:
Then the cat fell asleep
and one or two embers in the fading ashes of the fire
flared up in the shape of a beloved face
dreaming many thousands of dreams
spreading across the land
your large and graceful eyes shine their light
like stars falling down from the night sky...
Suddenly she realized that she herself was humming it softly, but forgot others where there, so she continued as i putting a kit to sleep.
OOC: Sorry for short replies, have been busy with last minute summer homework. But I'm finished :3
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OOC: All of course are made up, but accepted!
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OOC: Accepted! Btw, it would be display name. We should be able to rp soon!
IC: Alma moved in her sleep slightly, dreams buzzing through her head. She felt herself wake up, hearing the other cats talking, almost forgetting where she was. Alma kept her eyes closed and breathing soft to seem asleep. However, she risked opening one eyelid slightly. She didn't know why, but she felt she needed to do a little bit of sneaking.
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IC: Alma smiled, as if silently agreeing. She felt the cold area around her as she slightly stirred, as if she was a fire in a snowstorm.
I wonder if... Just maybe, the three of us could start our own Clan... she thought, her brain unfolding knew areas she never new existed.
Or just us three together... A three cat Clan she continued.
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IC: Alma opened her eyes almost eagerly. She looked up, the sudden scent of the forest lapping at her nostrils, following it fresh-kill scent.
"Good morning, and I would love that. But are you sure? I mean, don't you two want some first?" trying to sound generous to her knew 'friends'.
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IC: Alma, in mid bite, paused and nearly chocked at the realization of what Sky said.
"Become or join a Clan?" she asked, looking up at her with inspired eyes.
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IC: "Well I've studied the Clans after..." she began to explain, but her voice died down with a gloomy hint," ...After horrible events. And I honestly was thinking about Clans last night as well." Her eyes narrowed from the brightness of the sun as it came into view, which was very illuminated.
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IC: Alma looked over at Shadow as she entered, and she herself stood up to get a quick stretch in. She wasn't too used to getting up so late, often she stayed up all night to watch the night creatures come outside and be active. Speaking of night, there was only one policy she kept to herself (of course if she were in a Clan she'd follow all rules): Leave night be, if it leaves you be. That meant if a night creature confronted her and fought her she would fight back, but she would never start it. She liked to think of the night as her acquaintance.
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IC: Alma froze mid stretch, and looked over at her.
"I... Guess so," she admitted, then finished her stretch," What about you? If you were to start a Clan, what position would you prefer?" She tried not to make it sound challengingly, but it sure did. Alma noticed a leaf was stuck to her own shoulder, and brushed it off with her tail.
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IC: Alma made her way out of the den, slightly limping from the damage done to her shoulder. She sniffed the air, and noticed it smelled like the orange glowing objects that Twolegs put on their dens, and often other cats referred to them as 'glow fruit.' Plus, the leaves seemed to be changing in pigments, from green to a crimson red.
"Have you noticed," she meowed almost cheerfully," It's almost leaf-fall?" A cold shier ran up her spine, and she realized it would be getting cold soon. The times of leaf-fall were clear in her mind, as she and her... 'Friends' had spent a lot of time together in that season, the only truly good ones. Alma cleared the image from her head, trying to shove the memories from her completely. But they never went away, if anything they corrupted her even more.
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IC: Moonbeam looked up into the grey morning sky, with crisp leaf-fall wind tugging her fur. She looked at the other cats still asleep, smirked a mischievous smirk, and padded out into the clearing. Her tail brushed along the cattails (ha) and other plants delicately as she passed them. Moonbeam rushed to where 'they' used to meet, in a secluded area of Windclan territory. She knew better, but only did it for notoriety. It wasn't long before she saw the rock, yet to be hit by light from the rising sun.
Leafblaze... Why'd you have to go..? she thought to herself, but still sat there and wrapped her tail around the nonexistent, maybe future mate and father of kits.
Rewindpaw was fast asleep in his nest, the coldness made him shiver every now and then. He stirred and realized where he hadn't lay down was cold to the touch. This forced his eyelids to peel open, and noticed the sun was rising.
Echostep had been up all night, not getting a wink of sleep. The grey flecks on her back and her muzzle turning grey, made her look a lot older than she was. She worked herself hard to the bone, not for her Clan however. Her crimson gaze turned to stirring cats, and she lay in her nest to pretend she was resting, not wanting to look even more like an outcast.
OOC: Hey, if you're busy with school and such while we rp, just tell us (Because I'm not busy during weekends). But we are gonna begin since this is practically a wasteland :3
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OOC: Make as many as you want, and school is working me to the bone...
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OOC: School is eating me alive T-T
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OOC: Luv it! Oh geez I've been inactive.
