Posts by Vindicate Clemens

Woah, now that was hard to miss. Vin had been trying to relax on his own. Mixed with his worries and the loud voice that broke his thoughts, he was unable to find any relaxation. So the cheetah got up and padded over to the scene. His hazel gaze had a pinkish red tint to it, hinting at his lack of sleep. "Well, I'm Vindicate Clemens and um... Where are you from? As in where did you live before Windclan?" He asked rather flatly, too tired to put any real emotion into his voice. He also added that last part to keep away any sarcatic answers the bear may ask. He didn't know this bear and quite honestly, he wasn't in the mood for such smartassery.
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Vindicate had spotted his two clanmates face to face with a stranger. A winged domestic, oppositely colored from his own body. He wasn't really in the mood to deal with newcomers, but he supposed he'd have to meet them sooner or later, and it was easier to do it sooner. He gave all three a small nod before his hazel hazel fell onto the stranger as he waited for him to respond.
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The cheetah had heard voices outside of camp which distracted him from some repairs he was doing on a cabin. He had decided to check it out due to curiosity and a dismayed by what he saw. The fact that his clanmates were helping a complete stranger worried him less than the fact that the stranger was right next to camp. Sure he was injured and such, but with all the shit that's been happening to Windclan, they ought to be more careful.

"Perhaps I could help you get there, I know the way. No need to keep you from your clan any longer than you have to." He offered in a guarded tone, he wasn't going to simply kick him off their land, but he wasn't very willing to trust this guy though.
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Despite his mistrust and dislike of Irluuk, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity in his heart for the old leopard. That was quickly overcome by what he said next, he could hardly believe what he was hearing. They had already lost so many people now more? Maybe it was their kidnappers that had caused this chaos as well. Who was to say and for some reason, he doubted that the old leopard would tell him what had happened whether he knew or not. Four assuming that they were in Vader's home would have Vindicate bring the emperor out and set him safely on the ground outside. "Where do you think they took them? Who do you think took them?" He questioned, a hint of desperation in his voice as he spoke to the leopard.
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It was a day ago when a few cottages caught fire and several of their members had gone missing sometime during or before the chaos. They had managed to contain and kill the fire, but the embers were still warm as they littered the remains of the destroyed homes. The cheetah hadn't gotten any sleep since that night, he had a notepad of those they had lost that night and he worried for them. Littlespirit, Takumi, Hershel, Victorianpup, Harley, Vader, Arumina, and Lunaris. This bullshit was really starting to wear the cheetah down, and he didn't know how much more of this he could take.

It was enough to make him worry with Littlespirit missing, but mixed in with the rest he was really stressed out. Currently the cheetah was standing in front of the only evidence he had, a wall that said "Au Revoir" that was signed by "L.A.M". he hadn't know Lunaris's other names, so to him, this signature meant nothing, so this evidence didn't really help him. But with red rings around his eyes, he stared at the words, as if he was trying to decipher some kind of code. Perhaps it would be best to make his rounds to all of the Anti-clans, see if they will admit in attacking Windclan like this. Who knows, maybe their pride while get the best of them?
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Well, he didn't sound like the nicest of people, but at least he appeared to mean no physical harm. That was good, but he still seemed to be a bit of an asshole. Perhaps he had his reasons, everyone had their reason, whether bad or good her supposed.

Despite this negative first impressing of the male, Vin gave a small dip of his head, "Vindicate Clemens, pleasure meeting you, Silver." He kept his voice nice and polite, despite his own sour mood, he'd rather not show that to his clanmates.
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Vin wasn't one fore cloths, the closest thing to cloths he's ever worn was a scarf and a belt, but nothing else. The call for assistance had intrigued him anyway, he supposed if anything, he could watch. So the winged blue tabby padded over to the scene with a small smile on his maw. He needed something to take his mind off of the stresses of the world anyway, so perhaps this would be something amusing to watch. He took a seat at the entrance to the den, his hazel gaze falling first on Kate before going over to Bluepaw. "Perhaps I can be a second judge." He offered, since the thought of trying on cloths himself didn't sound very favorable.
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No, he didn't really have a choice in the matter, unless if Cherviltea or someone else convinced him to wait a night to allow the male to rest. Vin would rather have this tom out of Windclan as fast as possible. He could understand his distrust for Vin, because Vindicate felt a similar feeling towards the tom. "I can transform into a griffin if you'd like to ride on my back the rest of the way." He offered as his hazel gaze fell down to the book the tome was carrying. He felt tempted to ask about it, but decided against it. This tom was of no importance to him and the sooner he was out of his life, the better for the both of them.

His mind then drifted to his belt, it was full of various tools, so he'd have to stock up on traveling supplies before they left. Perhaps something to take care of his wound would be good too. Although if he was going to be riding on his back, then he probably wouldn't get the chance to help him out.
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He nodded to the other one who decided to show up and let a smile form on his maw. Then he realized that he had picked up his weapon and he gave the male a look of warning. "You can look at it, but you can't keep that." He said, keeping his tone light, despite the hidden threat. Sure it was just a knife to the two before him, but to him, that was something he wouldn't just let anyone keep.

Then his gaze would switch back to Phantom once he felt certain that Sleepless got the message. "So, basically almost every anti-clanner and beyond?" He asked jokingly, sure that was a little unfair, because he'd met a good amount of good anti-clanners, but there were plenty of anti-clanners capable of Bill Cipher level deeds. He had to admit though, Bill was a shining star among bad people. "That sounds like some dangerous bunsiness... You don't suppose you'd need any help with that, would you?" He offered, despite Windclan and the Foundation being enemies, he could see himself standing for such a thing. He wouldn't mind putting a few baddies behind bars. Although killing them was one thing, he could help capture and maybe help those The Foundation found to be worth their judgement.
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The cheetah had been out and about when he came across the unicorn. He had been too late to witness the teleportation, but he found himself here nonetheless. He was relieved that the unicorn appeared to be from Riverclan, but this simply brought his curiosity. "Hello, welcome to windclan, what business do you have here?" He asked politely, despite the amounting stress affecting his mood, he managed to be polite to the riverclanner.
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It was rather strange to see a child on the border like this. It kinda reminded him of what his own daughter was doing right now, going from clan to clan, hoping to learn all she could about each one she went to. Although Vin didn't know that this kitten had the same goals as his own daughter, so he had the same questions as Littlespirit. He nodded to his three clanmates before coming to stand beside Littlespirit. He gave the riverclanner a small smile, noting how adorable she appeared. She didn't seem to be in trouble, but he still couldn't help but worry for the worst.
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//leafie, you're so mean to your characters cx

That was another thing he wondered about when he thought of Littlespirit. What was it that prevented her from speaking? Perhaps it was the same thing that had made her forget her family among other things. From what he could tell, she had no damage to her throat that would keep her from using her voice. Powers were normally taxing, and he could only imagine how difficult it was to use telepathy every time she wished to communicate.

Bad draw-backs were the reason as to why Vin hardly used his control time power. That was incredibly taxing on his mind and the last time he had used it, he had gotten an uncontrollable nosebleed and a horrible headache.

When she offered him what she thought controlled her power, he nodded to himself. Fear too was a powerful emotion, he could understand how that could control her ability. He wondered how easy it would be to control this, perhaps she could use it as a last ditch. As long as she came to accept this power rather than shut it out. Then her question drew him back and he was finally forced to explain himself. "Well, Littlespirit, I think it's about time you've been trained on how to defend yourself. You're air elemental power is probably your best shot at evening the battle against a much larger and stronger opponent." He replied, he didn't want her to get captured yet again. He wanted her to be able to rely on herself in a fight rather than someone else.
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Sounds about right? What was that supposed to mean? Was he trying to say it was normal for a master to be so willing to kill their apprentice? That didn't seem right, how could someone so easily accept that fact? Vin was surprised that the sith had accepted what he said so easily.

He looked at Vader for a few moments, trying to decipher what the lion was. It was so hard to read him without a face to look at. Then Vader asked about his own past, and he thought about this for a moment. Where should he start? He had no idea. "Well, I have indeed seen and done a lot in my life. I haven't done what you've done, but I've done and seen things that had changed me from something completely different from what I am today." He replied, looking at the lion curiously, wondering why he suddenly felt like talking to him. They weren't close, so it was odd that the cyborg lion decided to talk to him about this.

He then took a deep breath, deciding to give a short summary of his life. "Well, I suppose the first thing I've done was leave my family and not once look back. I miss them sure, and I wonder what it would be like if I were still with them, but the only regret I feel is the hurt I may have caused them. I lived in thunderclan, but i knew nothing of the world at that point, everything fascinated me, I loved it all, I couldn't see the wrong in the world. I suppose I was selfish, I cared only for myself, but it was only when I lived in Mountainclan, that was when I killed a person for the first time. I took this same knife and threw it into the heart of someone who was trying to kill a friend of mine. It felt horrible, I reacted out of instinct and maybe a little bit out of anger." He said, remembering all of the innocence that his youth held, oh how much he wished to have it back. "Then, I was forced to fight in a pit when I was captured by bloodclan, I saw the horrors that anti-clans were capable of. I didn't let it break me, I managed to escape and make it back home. Then I learned that my beloved had died without me there for her. I felt lost, I thought I had lost everything, but I wasn't alone and I managed to find love and care elsewhere." He paused for another moment, his first loss wasn't something he could forget, never, it was a pain that tore him apart, but he hadn't learned from that pain the first time he supposed.

"It was in Arcadianclan that I felt such loss and it was Arcadianclan that I had learned what true love felt like. I fought for a purpose, I even managed to make peace with longtime enemies. In Arcadianclan I had become benevolent and loving to those around me, even a role model to some. But I had a heavy heart, I can't count all of the things I could have prevented, all of the lives I've stolen. I failed at being a leader and eventually I left. I found myself in Skyclan after being a mercenary, guarding trade caravans and the such. That was the place I had truly lost myself. It was fine at first, I had Anima, someone I loved with all of my heart. She had to leave me and although heartbroken, I still had the hope that she would come back to me." His voice started to break as memories started to flood back, horrible memories.

"That was when I found Anima dying, I hoped I could save her, but there was nothing I could possibly do. She sat there in my paws, dying and she asked me a few things. She asked me to move on in life, to not let her death drag me down. Then she asked me to kill her, and so with my very own knife, I ended her life with my own blade. I had lost many people before that, I've dealt with depression and loss and insanity, but that had pushed me over. I seemed to be fine at first, but then I lost it, I lost myself. I left Skyclan, but this time I wasn't some benevolent mercenary, I was a mindless loner, I cared for no one, I trusted no one. I didn't care who it was I killed, before when I killed people I felt regret, even when I was almost violated. But then, I didn't care, I had lost my way. But then someone found me, and they had shown me who I really was. I wasn't a monster, they showed me care and love. They brought me back from that dark time in my life. For that I owe that person my life, and so I'll protect them with mine until the day I die." He would finally conclude, wary of giving any description to Vader. He didn't trust the lion and he trusted the leopard that controlled him even less. He didn't know why they would hurt Aurora, but he wasn't willing to take the chance that he would. But there it was, there was his life with a few highlights of what he'd done. Again he hadn't done anything so evil as Vader, he wasn't looking for a pity party, he was simply telling it how it was.

//I ended up going back while I wrote this and dang do I feel bad for Vin, not to mention the fact that I've kinda been thinking of having Aurora die before Vin.
also I'm sorry if this is way too long, but there is so much to write about, I've had this guy for a long time
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It probably was pointless, but you had to get hope from somewhere right? If Vin had learned anything, it was that hope is a very strong motivator. If nothing else can get you by, hope can. Vin knew it was best to look forward and not look back into the past. But he never followed his own advise, he didn't in Skyclan and he probably wasn't going to now.

He smiled as he watched the smile appear on Annie's face. He was glad to see Annie happy for once. It was odd really, Annie was so stone cold, that whenever he saw Annie happy, it made him happy too. Sure the scarf didn't hold the same smells as when Annie had given it to him, rather, it held his smells, his memories. It was cleans, but every day he was a loner, he wore it around his neck. It was clean, it looked almost new except for a few tears and other wear.

"Of course it still looks good on you." He replied honestly, it still suited her, it definitely suited her more than himself. it made him glad to see her in it again, it reminded him of the good old days. The days when they weren't so... distant.
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He nodded in response, glad to hear that the griffin was doing fine. "Oh, I doing better. It's good to have a break every so often." He didn't get enough though, with all of the shit that's been happening to the clan though, it was good to just relax and remember the good times.

Then Negan came over, the bat lover himself. He was very right to think that next to no one could relate to his love for his weapon. Vin couldn't get into a romantic relationship with his weapon and he didn't think many people could. You kinda have to be a special kind of crazy for that. "Well, I got it for Christmas all the way back when I lived in a place called Mountainclan." He said, remembering that day oh so well. Along with many other days, that was a day he couldn't possible forget. "You know? I'm pretty surprised that it's stayed in such great shape, sure the finish wore off a long time ago, but the blade had no rust and hasn't lost any pieces yet." He said, voicing his surprise for how well the knife was holding up. But that was just another thing to love it for, it didn't break and he'd never lost it. It was like the perfect companion.
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Vin wanted to say, "On the inside and out, I'd think" but decided against it, because it was a bad joke that shouldn't be said. From his experience with this same male on the border, he had gathered that he didn't really like people. He was surprised to see the tom reading too, and either he was very intent in his reading, or he didn't like what he was reading. It didn't make much sense to read something you don't like, so the tom decided to go with the former.

The blue tabby tom padded over to the scene, thinking that he may need to back up Bluepaw in case she did unleash the wrath of an angry hermit. "What book is that?" He questioned, curious of what it was the other tom was reading. He couldn't see the cover from where he was and he didn't think reading over the tom's shoulder would go well for him.
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Vin was out on patrol when he came across the smokey ball of fur. The winged blue tabby almost didn't see her, so she was lucky when he did. Curiosity and worry made him approach the girl, she was young and nothing but bones. If it wasn't for her slight breathing, he'd think she was dead. "Hey you, are you alright kiddo?" He asked gently, not wanting to scare the kid.
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Vin had only ever seen one lake that couldn't freeze over during the winter. It was a massive lake, it could be mistaken as a sea if you couldn't see the land on the other side. This lake was nothing and with the weather lately, he didn't doubt that the lake was a good few inches thick with ice. Although there was always the chance of a few weak spots being a bit weak. The winged blue tabby padded over beside Atticus, watching Victoriapup and Lessa. He would have gone onto the ice himself, but even after all of these years, he still feared falling in.
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He frowned for a moment at the way the tom spoke to him. "I don't think a book about combat teaches you anything about leaving someone alone." He replied, giving the male a small innocent smile. Sure sure, he was now provoking the tom, but he couldn't help himself sometimes. He understood very clearly that Soulsilver wanted to be left alone, but they needed to break down at shell sometime. "You don't think a raid would be too late to practice in. Dummies are fine and all, but a real target provides much better practice." It also helps when your life isn't in danger, but who knows? Maybe he just likes the danger.
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Wait, how did he know his age? Perhaps it was starting to show, not like five years is very old, but it definitely wasn't a very common age around here. He narrowed his eyes as the lion threatened him, perhaps it was justified, but he still didn't quite like it. He wondered what it was about the lion's past that he thought Vin could use as a weapon.

He relaxed a bit as the lion told his story, perhaps they were alike in some ways. They've both lost people. of course Vin hadn't lived in such a difficult place when he was young and the fate of his parents was just as he wanted it, unknown. He hadn't lost his legs in an epic jedi battle either, but only minor details. They both had troubled pasts, it was just two different endings to a forked road. Where one fell to the darkness, one had been lucky enough to to struggle back to the light.

When the lion brought his masked face close to his own, he was brought out of his thoughts. He thought he could already patch one of the missing pieces of this story. Back when Irluuk had come and attacked Vader, Vader had said that everything was the fault of a jaguar named "Obi-wan Kenobi". He could only guess that it was the same jaguar, but he wondered what someone would have to gain for leaving the lion left for dead. He was about to say, "Obviously not, because you have legs now, so something had happened between then and now." But he decided against it and instead said, "you have my word, I won't tell a soul." He would try his best to keep this promise, but who could tell what would happen in the future?

"So, why are you telling me this? Why are you so interested in me?" He asked, shaking his head, wanting to know why the lion had dragged him out into the cold to tell stories of their pasts. He'd met people curious of his story before, but nothing quite like this. It was strange for someone to be so interested in his past and to compare each other as if they were alike.
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