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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Well this escalated quickly.
Redlipstick felt her chest tighten as she approached, stopping when she saw the candies displayed across the ground, as if they'd been tossed there carelessly. The next thing she noticed was the kitten crying, the one who'd been holding the candies, but she could tell it wasn't because of the candies. It was too meaningful, too stormy and held in for so long, to be about the candy on the snow-covered ground being spilled. Her scarf fluttered in the wind and she frowned, expression a toxic mixture of pain, exhaustion, and confusion. She stopped alongside Tama, gently leaning against her daughter in an effort to help keep herself upright. She was weak with exhaustion, but she was also weak from watching this scene.
She didn't dare say anything, instead just watch in hopeless silence as the HawkClan child wept on their border, as Bre- no, Circusclown, watched in tortured silence. Her thoughts drifted to when she'd found out who he was. She'd called him a friend, a close friend, even. He'd saved her life, brought her out of the fire and home safe. She'd cared about him, a lot, actually, a lot more than she'd want to admit. But to find out he was someone she was supposed to hate, someone who she'd believed to be a heartless murderer with no conscience, no soul? She didn't know what to do. As a result, she'd been avoiding him as much as possible. But how could she avoid someone when they were right there every day? It was hard. So, she watched in silence, wondering what he would do.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Ah yes. The RiverClan exchange members. Redlipstick approached with a smile on her face. "Hey there, Endlesskit. I'm Redlipstick, Head Paladin. You can just call me Red, by the way."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]A bird? It looked intelligent enough, and since her clanmates were speaking to it, Redlipstick assumed it must be capable of communication. Instead of speaking, however, she just stood in silence, watching the bird with a curious gaze.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Redlipstick approached next, a lighthearted smile on her maw. "Welcome to BlizzardClan, Mallory! I'm Redlipstick, but Red is fine too. Is there anything I can help you with at the moment?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Unaware to Redlipstick, this would be her granddaughter. She was already having trouble adjusting to the few she knew, let alone another to add to the mix. The Head Paladin approached shortly after her daughter, a smile adorning her maw. While Tama was technically her daughter-in-law, there seemed to be an unspoken understanding that their relationship was more mother and daughter than anything. The dilute calico frowned slightly. "Welcome to BlizzardClan! Tama, love, who's this?" She asked, having the nagging suspicion that this was another grandchild. Christ, she might as well be fifty by now.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]She was tired.
Maybe she should be working more on sleeping, and getting her life back together, but she couldn't even begin to think about that when there was so much going on in her life. Her son wasn't improving, he was still... anxious and broken. Lucifer still haunted her, even going as far as to show up on the damn border and threaten her family. And on top of all of that stuff, there was Breadstick. He meant a lot to her, actually, she'd even go as far as to call him a close friend. Few souls had the privilege of being called that by Red. But she was wary of him. She'd been avoiding him like the plague since she'd discovered who he was, since she'd found out that he was supposed to be her enemy.
Even then, he'd protected her. The fire had scared her, and if it hadn't been for him, she may have been burned. She had only gone downhill since the fire, and her life was, admittedly, a mess. The dilute calico was walking, through camp- she didn't really know where she was going, but her paws were definitely taking her somewhere. So many thoughts were on her mind, clouding her thoughts, that she didn't even realize where she was headed until she arrived. Until she saw him. She let out a heavy breath, feeling butterflies rise up in her stomach. She frowned, and for a split second, she thought about turning tail and running, but the thought was quickly discarded. She knew she needed to talk to him.
Redlipstick sucked at talking about her feelings. But, she swallowed her pride, approached him, and spoke. "Hey. It's... Cold out, huh?" She said, desperately searching for a subject. She was obviously avoiding talking about the inevitable.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]The winged Head Paladin's smile didn't betray her happiness at the mention that Tama was this kitten's mother. That meant that her son was most likely her father, and she silently wondered where he was off to at the moment. "And I'm assuming your father is Enigmaticsoul? He's my son. I'm Redlipstick, but... You can call me Grandma." The name felt foreign on her tongue, but as she spoke it, she still felt a sense of pride, of happiness. It was true that she didn't look like she'd be a grandmother- she'd had her son and his sisters when she was only 7 months old, but it wasn't something she liked to look at. Instead, she thought of her children as a blessing, despite how they had been conceived.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Redlipstick, hearing two voices- one belonging to her daughter, and the other belonging to a stranger(although from the sounds of it, the stranger couldn't be too old) -made her way towards the two, a gentle smile adorning her features. She said nothing, instead waiting for the response from the child, in hopes to not overwhelm him with questions.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Redlipstick didn't know Barry that well, but he was a clanmate, and when clanmates needed help, she'd be damned if she didn't do something. The Head Paladin appeared shortly after Tama had talked the Deputy down, hopefully for good now. The dilute calico frowned, a little unnerved by the talking stone, but it certainly wasn't the weirdest thing she'd ever seen. "Isn't there anything else we can do? Is there a way we can get rid of... whatever this thing is?" She asked, concern noticeable on her delicate features.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Disrespectful. Redlipstick thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She doesn't understand why Tama is always so sweet and kind, no matter who she's talking to, but she doesn't dwell on the thought. Instead, the Head Paladin approached shortly after her daughter, forcing her expression to stay even. Instead of saying anything, however, the dilute calico remained silent for the most part, waiting for the stranger to speak in response to her leader.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Christmas had always been one of her favourite holidays. It was a time for family, for festivities, and it always seemed to bring the community together. The dilute calico approached, a slightly concerned frown creasing her delicate features. "That's a lot of work for one man, don't you think? You certainly could've asked for help, but I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that we're grateful." She said, offering a dip of her head to Gravedigger, before opening her mouth to speak again. "That being said, I don't think it would do any harm to let people add to your work, right?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Aww, he was so cute! Redlipstick smiled as she made her appearance, shortly after Mary. Offering a grin to the two newcomers, the Head Paladin opened her mouth to greet them, tail held high. "Welcome to BlizzardClan, Orion! I'm Redlipstick, but just call me Red. I'm the Head Paladin here. Perhaps I can interest you in a tour?" The dilute calico would ask, raising a metaphorical brow in question.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]She was sure she'd heard of this guy before. Perhaps he had visited at some point, and that was where she remembered him from? The Head Paladin approached, offering a nod of her head in greeting. "Welcome back to BlizzardClan, Takumi. I'm Redlipstick, Head Paladin. Just call me Red, okay?" Introduced the dilute calico.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]More Exilers? How many times did BlizzardClan have to beat them for them to realize that they couldn't win? They certainly were persistent. The Head Paladin made her appearance next, sliding up next to her son. She didn't want anything bad to happen to him, and she'd make sure that nothing did happen. Not on her watch. "You guys really need to learn when to give up." She taunted.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Cigarettes were disgusting, but she guessed she wasn't really one to talk. She preferred alcohol, but she'd smoked once or twice when she was younger. The Head Paladin stopped nearby, sitting down and forcing a polite smile. "Redlipstick. But I'm more commonly known as Red, so just call me that." She often pondered changing her name to just Red, as she wasn't too fond of the second part, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to part with it. It'd become a part of her, and she was scared that if she changed it, she too would change. "Where did you live before BlizzardClan?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Alphabetcub? It was a name she'd yet to hear before just a few moments ago, but it was a charming one. Redlipstick felt a tinge of sympathy for the poor boy. He seemed nervous, and to be lost at such a young age? She was sure he was confused and scared. Red, when she'd been a kitten, hadn't been afraid- really, she'd been oblivious to what 'lost' even meant. She'd stumbled into BlizzardClan territory looking for her mother, who'd abandoned her here. Or at least that's what she'd assumed as she grew older. "Are you cold? I can fetch you a blanket. And you're welcome to stay here for a while, if you'd like. I'm Redlipstick, but you can just call me Red."
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& im so hyped for this things r getting SPICEY ))Redlipstick felt lightheaded, sickly, almost. When was the last time she'd eaten? She couldn't tell- her stomach was too filled with anxiety, vicious butterflies eating her from the inside out. Why was she so nervous? She wasn't afraid of Breadstick, or Circusclown, or whoever he was. Perhaps Circusclown was a lie too. She hated thinking like that. She hated thinking about him like that. She wished she could be more trusting, she wished she could be like her daughter or someone who could forgive and forget. But she was so stubborn, and she hated herself for that. Then again, she didn't just hate herself because of her stubborn nature, no. She hated herself for her emotions being so erratic, for how weak she was for not being able to stand up to Lucifer.
The dilute calico kept walking next to her colleague, not daring to look him in the eye or really look at him at all. Instead, her gaze remained fixed on the road before them, glassy and tired for the most part. "The winters here can be harsh." She added, voice quiet, barely a whisper. Although, there wasn't much talking between the two going on already, so it probably wouldn't be hard to hear. She kept thinking about the stress she was enduring, everything piling up on top of each other, that when he asked her how she'd been, she almost didn't hear him. When his voice reached her ears, the feline felt tears cloud her vision, her pelt growing hot with anger with each moment that passed. She wasn't angry at him, she couldn't be angry at him. She was angry at herself. Why was she was she so immature? She was crying over practically nothing!
But still, her emotions managed to win her over, as tears grazed her eyes, threatening to spill over and plummet to the ground. She stopped walking, gaze trained on the cold ground. The wind was freezing cold, and she shivered, although she barely noticed it. "I'm not okay, Breadstick. I don't know.... I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't want to be this way, but I can't help it." They were alone now- they'd been walking for a while now, not that she'd really noticed it. "I think about you and... And I can't breathe because I don't know what to do- I don't know how to do this. I'm not good at this."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]If he hadn't a clue what was going on, then Red was doing no better. She didn't know why her emotions were so wild; she'd never really gotten this bad. She'd had outbursts and breakdowns in the past when stress piled up, but never this wild. Never this free. As his masked face turned towards her, the Head Paladin blinked, pale green eyes shifting to something, anything, so he didn't have to see her cry. She was supposed to be an adult, strong, and mature. So why was she on the brink of tears here in camp, where she was safe? She was safe, with someone she... trusted? Did she even trust him at this point? She didn't even know who he was anymore, and yet she felt safe with him. She felt like he would protect her if she needed it.
"Why do you feel that way?"
She couldn't control herself anymore. She was unpredictable, and she felt like she was going to burst. She needed to speak- needed to say something, and she didn't know what, but there was no stopping the words from leaving her mouth. "Because... You were my friend. You saved me, saved my life. Hell, you were one of the people I trusted the most. And I'm supposed to be angry, I'm supposed to hate you, but I can't. I can't do it because I love you!" She blurted, and as soon as the words left her jaws, a look of surprise crossed her features. She.... She loved him? She wasn't lying, she knew, because of how a weight seemed to be lifted off of her chest after she yelled. Her bottom lip quivered and she bit it, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark.
Red felt her legs shake as they brought her forwards, towards him. She didn't know what she was doing. All she knew was that... this felt right. She didn't know how he would react to this. She didn't care. The feline aimed to lift his mask up with a forepaw, just enough for her to kiss him. She stayed like that for a few moments, before she realized what was happening and reared up, shock evident on her face. "God, I- I'm so sorry. I-.... I wasn't- I wasn't thinking. God, what have I done?" She sounded distraught now, gaze traveling to the ground again. Does he hate me?
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Mei's question reached her ears, and Redlipstick turned to the bear, forcing a polite smile. She didn't like explaining herself, and really- who didn't know these things when they lived in a Clan? Still, she was here to be an instructor, not a critic. So, she moved closer. "A warrior is like our main fighting force, someone who is trained in combat. An apprentice is still learning, and they usually have a mentor who is a warrior. Would you like to try out on the Apprentice's side since there seems to be more warriors than apprentices?" She suggested.
(( ic opinions!! ))
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