Posts by glitchmob

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]An agitated frown formed in her face. "I didn't believe for a long time, but then I saw them -- you all saw them. They've promoted and demoted, they've made changes to the clan. Then one day I got a prophecy that I'd die giving birth to Alaskanriches' kits, and they would also be demons. That happened, did it not?" Glitchmob flicked an ear, "I'm not telling you to start believing in StarClan, I'm telling you to listen to this omen before you get your head blown off and your body tossed into a giant pile of other bodies." Fireflystar needs to get his ass over here.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Glitch's already large oculars widened a bit. "Frenchpaw? Did you used to live in RiverClan?" There was a Frenchpaw there, the daughter of Morningcoffee and Ebonypaw. No, Ebonypaw wasn't the father, now that she remembered.
Her chest tightened at the name Mockingjay. The she-cat had been the first person she could trust after waking up with amnesia, and then StarClan just decided she'd die one day.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Yeah everyone in WindClan pitied her. They knew more things about her than she did, they all knew Fadedglory and Alaskanriches ruined her life, they all knew she had given birth to demons that were bound to destroy the clan, and they knew she was just getting weaker and weaker everyday.
Part of her just wanted to get up and flee to RiverClan for a few days like she normally did when things got bad, but the omen StarClan sent wouldn't really allow that, right? Plus she'd just been there, and she couldn't keep running away from everything.
So what could she do? She could just focus on her work and self-defense training, right? No friends, no more love, no relationships.
The marlot left the medicine den, her movements awkward and jerky as usual, with a determined look in her eyes. "Someone teach me how to fight." The girl had a fighting spirit, the heart of a warrior, the body of someone who should be dead. She never had wanted to be a medicine cat until she realized there really was no other option for her to serve the clan. It had run through her head several times that she should change her body, but she couldn't. Oh, no. Her body was the only tie she had left to her family, to her past life, to her strength she was desperately searching for. She would not be weak and admit to defeat, she'd be stronger than anyone.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]She blinked at Nebulaheart's words. Attack a tree or something? But she didn't even know how. What was she supposed to do, swipe her paws out or something?
She just needed to let her natural instincts take over, right?
Glitchmob sucked in a deep breath and lowered her shaky body to the ground, doing wobbly-creep to a small sapling outside of the clan's camp. Let your natural predator instincts take over. The marlot bunched her hind leg muscles together and prepared to pounce. She fell to her side as soon as she tried to jump. The fem winced and rolled over on to her paws, falling down again once she got up.
The wildcat got to her paws for a second time and gave up the whole sneak thing she had going on and decided to just go for it. "I just.. fight it." Glitch closed her visionaries for a quick second, trying to imagine the sapling as an enemy. Once she opened them she saw Alaskanriches and Fadedglory sitting in front of her, smiling with their tails entwined. Rage and sadness surged through her. Why, why? Half of her wanted to kill both of them, while the other half wanted to roll over and cry. A memory went through her head, the one where she slashed Lask's face with her claws after he told her he had cheated. It felt good for a moment, but then she realized it had done nothing but create even more pain.
The rosetted feline lifted a shaking paw up to slash Alaskanriches' face again, but she couldn't. He looked so happy without her. Was that all she was? Just some kid he tricked into trusting him, then betrayed? She died for him, dammit! And that was what she got in return, him cheating on her and leaving the clan? Even more fury boiled inside of the she-cat and with a 'GYAH!' she used all of her strength to scratch Lask. She blinked as her nails caught in the sapling's wood and Alaskanriches and Fadedglory disappeared. That felt so nice, but I want more.
She pulled her paw off of the wood and turned around to view her clanmates. "Can someone.. fight me? I need a moving body to learn." Don't even think about going easy on me.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]What the fuck was Fever's problem? Glitch hadn't done anything to offend her, so why did she just storm off like a pissy kit? The marlot seriously did not want to deal with chick drama anymore, ever.
"I'll fight you, Wingspan." She knew the female would probably want to hold back, but she wouldn't if requested. The hybrid shakily lowered herself to the ground, preparing to circle around the feline. "I only request that we don't use powers or unsheathe our claws." I don't want to waste herbs on something like this.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Raising a shoulder, the feline wobbled over. Damn, Glitch began to think, if Maisie was here we'd have Tsukicaramob.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Wow, everyone here but Fireflystar seemed to shrug off the omen and huff and puff with annoyance. Did they want to fucking die? The medicine cat nodded to the snowshoe tom, "Thank you for listening." We don't need a big ass pile of dead bodies.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]i'm thinking of making her host a stand up comedy show heh, except she'd only host it and make others do the comedy
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]She blinked, confused as to why the tigers were getting so easily upset, she'd probably have to talk about that later with them. Didn't want any emotionally unstable warriors running around.
No fight with Wingspan? Alright, she was afraid she'd go soft. "Okay." She ducked her head down and stood up.
ooc i'll pm you a private thread
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]"They didn't say make any tweaks they just.." 'Be like Daddy! Change! "They just want us to become more like a clan than a group of animals. They gave us life in the wild, sheltered us from twolegs, and made it possible for us to be even in a clan right now. The least we can do is to follow a simple request."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]track, i'll make a formal post in the morning
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]^ i will barely be on much for the remainder of the month, and possibly in the next month. if requested i can find a temp for glitchmob. i apologize for any inconveniences this may cause.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]A snort of amusement and disgust could be heard from the back of the medicine den. A ragged looking feline stepped out into her clanmate's view. Glitchmob, of course. "There's no need for that. I haven't died, I haven't left the clan, I haven't stepped down! Don't get your damn hopes up high for something that hasn't happened yet." The marlot's eyes turned to slits, "If you have any other problems, tell them to my face."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]"Oh what's that you have there?" The wildcat inquired upon seeing the tom, raising an invisible brow at the cloth. A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet. Glitch could almost see her father standing next to her, shaking his head and reciting the code. No, no, no he's dead, you fish-brain.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]so glitch got erudite and dauntless
i'm so shocked
i thought she'd get candor for sure

okay and i got... eRUDITE AND DAUNTLESS wHAT
but she's kinder /snort
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]She wasn't sulking, but she didn't exactly have the most cheerful expression. Well, when did Glitchmob ever have a cheerful expression? The marlot was in front of the medicine den, her chin resting on her paws. What's their deal? The silvery-tan pelted fem inwardly groaned and just gave a nod to her clanmates.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]She had been sleeping, of course. One of the only things she did nowadays was sleep. No friends or family in the clan (aside from her son who never spoke to her, and her inactive demon children), she was alone with Lask gone. Beauty? The word was foreign to her, so once she awoke from the sound of Surf's voice she was convinced he was speaking to someone else.
She was the only one in the den.
The marlot looked up and blinked at the older male with slightly sleepy, yet wide eyes.Beauty? She wasn't pretty, cute, beautiful, or whatever you wanted to call it. Her sisters were drop-dead gorgeous and had no flaws, but she had been the ugly and broken one of the litter. She knew it, Lask knew it, everyone knew she was rather plain looking. It was quite ironic, actually. Exotic fur and eyes with a deformed body, but a plain face.
Her oculars shifted to a rosy color that had only ever been witnessed by Alaskanriches, and it was one of shy embarrassment. "Hm?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Then why did you just ask to be Head Medicine Cat when you don't even think it's a title? It's obvious you just want your old position back and you hate seeing me of all people in it. Glitch shrugged, "If you want me to quit you should just say so, if not then let's just drop the topic."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Waterfall? That was near the end of the stream. Our spot was at the stream... our connection to our past lives in RiverClan. Glitch mentally snorted, My love-life is being physically manifested into tributaries. Waaaait, love-life? She was getting ahead of herself, Surfpaw was a respectable colleague who probably had more herb knowledge than she did. Well, everyone on the team but Westie has more knowledge than me. The marlot stood up shakily, falling to the ground once as usual, and hobbled out of the den. "Sure." She nodded, voice a little quiet.
What was this about? Did this have some sort of thing to do with her RiverClan past, and he wanted to remind her of it and ask her to leave the clan? Did he want to push her off the waterfall so no one would have to deal with the mess known as Glitchmob anymore? Did he want to tell her off? What were his intentions?
The rosetted female stepped out of the clan'd camp, squinting her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sun overhead. Her species lived in tropical regions, so a cave in a mountain wasn't the best for her health or movement. It was always so dry, cold, and just.. had a light feeling. She had a hard time breathing some nights sine there was barely any humidity and they were up so high. The hot spring and stream had always been her escape to comfort, the moist in the air and pressure on her head. Like she was actually on the world rather than floating by.
.. because you're my anchor, Glitch. A flashback of Lask saying those words to her at the stream under the moonlight came. Her body grew cold.
The female started towards the waterfall, her steps awkward and jerky as they normally were. It was sort of painful to watch her struggle to walk, like she was trying so hard but couldn't. She had been born with the heart of a warrior but the body of a medicine cat. She suddenly began to feel nervous. "So.. beauty?" She asked the tom, referring to the name he had called her.
ooc oops, muse
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]The marlot stiffened as Surfpaw touched her, not used to being touched by anyone, but brushed it off as an accident. Why did everyone want a scarf or clothes? They had fur, fat, nests, and other clanmates to keep them warm. It wasn't like they were all naked like twolegs and actually needed that stuff. Glitchmob wanted to say something, but knew everyone supporting Hungergames would probably give her a dirty look. She kept quiet.
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