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The thud of paws landing on the forest floor sounded in Patchheart's ears, but she didn't bother looking up. The scent of the silver-tabby she called friend had drifted into her nostrils, and there really wasn't any point in addressing her. The tortoiseshell's grief wasn't like Dacnomaniacalvictory's; it wasn't caused by a best friend or loved one being torn away or by the hole it left behind. "He did so much for me...." she whispered, her voice shaky and quiet.

[size=7pt]OOC: Hahaha, my muse died ^^;[/size]

It was a good while before Patchheart finally opened her eyes and looked at the silver tabby next to her. While she hadn't seen Noma's breakdown at Akhenaten's death, it was easy to see the storm of emotions present in her normally void amber eyes; those cold, hollow eyes were now full of pain and sadness, things that the tortoiseshell would have never attribute to the Aristocrat under normal circumstances. It was easy to tell the difference between the normal impenetrable wall her friend put up on a daily basis, and the thinly lacquered sheet that now struggled to hold back even the smallest emotions. The female locked eyes with her friend; those normally pretty, vibrant eyes so full of life were now communicating a mutual understanding of how much grief the silver tabby was going through.

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Patchheart looked at the collie pup as he came up to her and smiled. She'd been there when he was joining, but beyond that she hadn't gotten to know Tristen all that well. "Hello Tristen," she replied, just as gently. And then everyone else came, and as such so began the flood of introductions that needed to be answered. Deciding to just knock it all out in one swoop, the tortoiseshell replied, "Well, hello everyone. I'm Patchheart."

As she spoke, she caught Noma out of the corner of her eye. Her friend's philiophobia made it difficult to talk nowadays, for the silver tabby was afraid of her.

[size=7pt]OOC: Oops. xD[/size]

The pretty tortoiseshell padded up, noting the menacing scowl on one of the newcomer's faces. Now, she hadn't heard the earlier comments, but Patchheart frowned just a hair in disapproval. Certainly there hadn't been any sort of confrontation or conflict between any of the members and these two, considering that Tumultdusk was right there--not to mention the fact that both he and Noirstar were cracking down on disrespect towards joiners. Still, she tentatively asked, "Would you two like me to show you around?"

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Any other time, Patchheart would have loved to talk with Noma about whatever was on the silver tabby's mind, but nowadays it seemed impossible to even go near her without seeing the small amount of panic in those amber eyes. She wanted to go and give her friend a hug and just give her a chance to let it all out, but at the same time she knew that the Aristocrat was terrified of her. Instead of going up and asking what it was Dacnomaniacalvictory wanted to talk about, she kept her distance and gave a small, reassuring smile, as if that was the only comfort she could safely give.

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It was a fairly nice day: the sun was shining, the air was warm and a gentle, cool breeze from the ocean kept the the heat in check. Overall, there was very little to complain about on the outside, and Patchheart was going to take advantage of that with a walk down the beach. There had been a lot of things that had happened on these shores, things she didn't like to think about. As a kit she had nearly drowned when she got swept away in the tide; Siren call had fallen off a nearby cliff, and during that short time she had been dead, there had been a confrontation with Noma. Of course, there were other things on her mind that day to, and nit the aforementioned events, for those were the past now. One thing that was consistently on her mind was her relationship with the earlier mentioned Aristocrat; the silver tabby's philiophobia made it hard to talk, even if it was just a regular conversation.

She shook her head, dismissing those thoughts for the time being. Right now, the tortoiseshell felt she needed to just let her brain take a break and just take in the enjoyable day for what it was.

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"Er...Can I help you?..." Patchheart asked as she came up to the Isignian. She knew full well that the two clans were enemies, but this particular male didn't seem like he wanted trouble. Even so, there wasn't any reason to be rude, not right now anyways. So, the tortoiseshell sat down, pale green eyes curious as to why he might be here.

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Patchheart frowned a bit and shook her head. "Well, no, I haven't" she said, "If someone else shows up, you try and ask them, though."

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There was a long, solemn silence as the two kept their eyes locked in the gaze of the other's. It was a communicable silence, one that made feelings known without a single word being spoken; it was one of the few silences Patchheart could bare without breaking it, that she could take in for all it's fragile glory. After moment upon moment passed by, she looked away, no longer able to stare in the silver tabby's sorrow-filled amber depths. Finally, she murmured, her voice so soft and quiet that it was as fragile as the silence that came before it, "Noma..."

There really wasn't anything she could say right now because Gaddy's brain was being a little shit, but there was so much to say at the same time, and yet nothing would come forth.

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To those who hadn't know Patchheart before her death, it would have been confusing to see why she was so torn up on the inside about the Shaman's death. Even for those who had seen her scarred, mutilated self, it would have dumbfounded if they hadn't seen the blood and gore that had preceded it or how frantically Akhenaten had worked to save the she-cat at the scene, and how much worry and panic there was after the fact that she might not recover properly, if at all. The lynx and the rest of the Shaman crew had saved her life, and that was something much more than most could say.

Suddenly, she got up and walked over to the silver tabby, pressing herself into her friend's pelt, as if she were afraid that her last and only friend would disappear. "Please, don't leave me," she whispered, her voice shaky and her cheeks stained with tears.

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Upon hearing the fear, the panic in the silver tabby's voice, Patchheart backed away. In the midst of her sadness, she'd forgotten their last talk and how drastically that had changed their relationship; instead of a close, intimate bond, it was now one of fear and hopelessness. Her eyes fell to the ground, and the only words that came from her mouth were whispers, "I-I'm sorry...."

Somewhere in the bottom of the tortoiseshell's heart, underneath the kind, gentle love and joy, there lay a hatred of Noma. No, not silver tabby herself, but the philiophobia that seemed to dominate and dictate the Aristocrat's every move as if she had no mind of her own. The Knight hated it, and yet she could do nothing but watch her friend drown in fear.

[size=7pt]OOC: Noma needs to hurry up and get over her philiophobia so this story can have a happy ending. XD[/size]

Despite having a wonderful personality for socializing, Patchheart rarely found herself in the midst of the happenings going on in HawkClan. Sure, she was there every now and again when a joiner was at the border, and she certainly attended the meetings she could, but there was simply too much going on for her to keep up with, hence why she typically just stayed out of the drama that surrounded most of the clan's more...popular members. But, as the spring turned to summer, and her roleplayer had more time than he could possibly spend on the catsite, and yet at the same time so little to spend in that same place, she had become a slight bit more reclusive than usual. Not much, but just enough to where people might not notice her much.

As she sat in camp, though, idly sitting about with nothing to do, her pale green eyes fell upon Tristen. She hadn't talked much with the collie pup, maybe only once or twice in passing, but she liked his personality from the little she'd observed. He seemed energetic and innocent; oblivious to the troubles of his clan mates that surrounded him. With a gentle smile, she said, "How are you today, Tristen?"

[size=7pt]OOC: Sorry this took so long. XD[/size]

After a few moments, Patchheart turned around to walk off into the territory somewhere; for Noma's sake, and for her own. As much as she wanted to be there for the silver tabby and to express the love she had in heart to her, it hurt tenfold to see nothing but panic and fear in the Aristocrat's face, even with something as simple as a hug or leaning on her shoulder. For the moment, she didn't look back at Dacnomaniacalvictory; it was clear she was ruled by that fear, and the tortoiseshell didn't want to cause anymore panic than she already had. She didn't like to cause strife or pain in others, and by no means wanted to inflict it on her friend. If it meant turning her back and leaving, despite the guilty pang in her own heart, so be it.

[size=7pt]OOC: Aw hell nah! :P[/size]

Every step farther from the silver tabby got harder, and harder to take; and every step she took, the stone of guilt in her stomach got heavier, and heavier. She had promised never to leave Dacnomanicalvictory, that she'd never leave and that they'd always be with one another; yet here she was, walking away and abandoning her. It hurt to do so. Every fiber in her body wanted to run back, even if she couldn't embrace the tabby without her philiophobia coming into play, she still wanted to stand and be there; yet, despite the stabbing, needling pain in her heart, she kept walking. One last, fleeting glance was the only window into how much turmoil was inside the tortoiseshell before she disappeared into the brush....

[size=7pt]OOC: Noma, get over yourself already and go chase down your girlfriend! :P[/size]

Patchheart laughed a little bit at the collie's excitement light-heartedly. He seemed like a kitten who had just been let out of the nursery first time, minus the kitten part--as he was clearly a canine. "Sure," she purred, "What do you want to talk about?"

[size=7pt]OOC: Uggh, museless right now. Dx[/size]

Patchheart sat down and hummed a little bit as she thought about how to answer that. Sure, most of her recent experiences had been good, and she would have no problem sharing them, but, there was also the fact that the majority of her life had been a trainwreck since day one. There was one point in particular she didn't want to talk about. But, the two hadn't know each other very long, probably a week a best, so it was unlikely he would ask about all of that. "Mmmm....well," she started, her smile cracking just a little bit, "It's been...good, to say the least. And you?"

Underneath her normally sweet, gentle voice there was a small undertone of reluctance. One could call it anxiety, but she really didn't have any other symptoms to indicate such a diagnosis. In reality, Patchheart was a bad liar. She was just too honest all the time to even think about it; and yet here she was, telling a small white lie in order to avoid talking about all the shit that had gone on in her life.

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As Patchheart watched the puppy roll over and talk ecstatically about HawkClan, her smile returned to it's genuine form. She was glad Tristen was enjoying himself here, and secretly hoped that he'd stay that happy. "Good for you, Tristen," she said. She got up just then, still looking at him and asked, "Would you like to go on a walk?"

[size=7pt]OOC: I haven't played Patchheart being this sugary-sweet since....well, I don't think I ever have. XD[/size]

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[size=7pt]OOC: I wonder what Noma would do if Patchy got trapped in a male body..... x3[/size]

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