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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]WARP TOUR? Sounded... interesting, she supposed. The ebony wolf offered the warrior a polite smile as she took a seat, briefly debating whether or not to attend. Sure, Twilighttown had technically accepted the invitation but eh, better safe than sorry. Choosing to wait for a second high position to validate the acceptance, Bitterblue fastened her gaze onto the BlizzardClanner. "S-sounds fun," the femme said, still not quite used to her newly adopted stutter.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]Bitterblue made her way over to the discarded toy, a tentative smile on her maw. "I-I think it's called a j-jack-in-the-box. It's f-for children," the wolf explained, gently setting the toy upright with her paw. To be honest, she didn't understand why humans found entertainment in the small contraption. It was hella creepy. Just staring at the soulless clown sent shivers down her spine. Humans must enjoy getting scared. The girl then shifted her gaze to Quantum. "Y-you okay?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]WELL, THIS ONE had spirit. If the joke that the newcomer had made hadn't been aimed at one of Bitterclue's clanmates, she might have smiled. It had been quite clever. However, the wolf approached the situation with a blank mask shrouding her facial features. "Welcome to HawkClan. I'm B-Bitterblue Paramour." She said, her cranium briefly dipping as she offered the smaller canine a nod in greetings.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]AS OLD MEMBERS SEEPED out of HawkClan, new blood came to replace them. Bitterblue offered ex-Rift member a quick nod before settling down. Man, it felt weird to be a wolf again. She just seemed to tower over everyone, something that she had never experienced in her domestic form. "W-welcome to HawkClan. Bitterblue P-Paramour."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]AH, NO, SHE WAS very, very late to the meeting. Whoops. The canine took a seat toward the back, her black tail flicking awkwardly as she listened to Egretstar. She still hadn't adapted to her new body and, seeing that it was massive compared to her domestic feline form, Bitterblue took great care to sit behind the crowd of HawkClanners to ensure that she didn't obstruct anyone's view. "C-congratulations everyone," she sputtered, still suffering from the aftereffects of regaining her memory. The girl took a brief pause to recollect herself before speaking again. "I can accompany Blackjack to scout the territory," she added, forcing her voice to remain steady, "And I can also assist with Splitsecond's training if you would like. I've spent my life surrounded by healers." It wasn't an overstatement either. Her mother had been Pepperspice, HawkClan's old medic, and her sister, Buriedpaw, had been a medic assistant before her tragic death. Throughout her whole life, the girl had been surrounded by herbs. She would have had to try very hard to not learn about the art of healing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]THE SOUND OF THE EX-HAWKCLANNER'S voice sent an unexpected pang of sorrow through her heart. If only prickly male hadn't left before she had regained her memories. Maybe then she could have told him who he had reminded her of when she had first met him. Wordkit. Her brother. They were both distant, intelligent, and touchy. Both were also gone. The wolf fixed her weary gaze on the knife that Thorin had left behind for Twilighttown. "A p-peace offering?" She asked, the artfully crafted object seeming to glimmer in the light.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE WAS QUITE FAMILIAR WITH getting lost. She had been born with an adventurous spirit, something that had gotten her into many sticky situations. That's why, as she bounded over to the border to confront the weary stranger, she instantly recognized the expression on his face. He was lost, eh? "H-hello. How can I help you?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]AH, THE SEARCH FOR family. Bitterblue knew that situation like the back of her paw. The wolf approached the domestic, concern for the young creature floating within her blue and orange orbs. "A-Aurorapaw, you said? What's the n-name of the people you're looking f-for?" She questioned, taking a seat before the stranger. "And y-you're welcome to join. That is, if you w-want to."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]noragami, yasssss

I'm stating interest with Bitterblue! She is the daughter of Raptorwing (an ex-assistant deputy of HawkClan) and Pepperspice (an ex-medic of HawkClan), thus making her the granddaughter of Noirstar. She currently resides in HawkClan where she has recently regained her memories after being possessed by a demon. For the past year, her possessor toted her around, killing everything in sight while slowly forcing her to forget who she was. Now that she is finally free, she is currently trying to atone for her sins and is seeking for forgiveness by trying to help others and attempting to avoid hurting anyone else. Also, coincidentally, Bitterblue suffers from athazagoraphobia, the fear of forgetting. This phobia often causes her to be quite sociable due to her fear of forgetting either someone else or herself.

As for her base personality, Blue used to have a curious, adventurous spirit that tended to get her into a lot of trouble, e.g. scaling a tall tree to see what the view is like from up there only to fall out of said tree and break her leg. However, now that she's been a demon's puppet for quite some time, Bitterblue is now more uncertain in her actions. Nonetheless, she is very determined to return to her past state and has resolved to never be a burden. More information can be given upon request as this is very rushed <:
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE WAS NO leader or deputy, but hey, she was someone. To be honest, the girl had been quite surprised when she picked up on someone stalking confidently into HawkClan's territory through her super senses. However, as she approached the semi-robotic feline, it was clearly obvious that this was no invasion. The note of urgency in their serval's voice told her as much. Briefly wondering if the large metal spike sprouting from the creature's chest was part of Frightfur's issue, Blue came to a halt before the foreigner. "Well, I'm n-not quite who you're looking f-for, but how can I h-help you?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][font=trebuchet ms][size=9pt]Ah, maybe a thread with Bitterblue? After being gone so long, Egretstar could maybe just talk with her about stuff that's happened in HawkClan since she left and Blue could tell her about what HawkClan had been like when she was still around <:

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]IF SHE HADN'T BEEN OVERWHELMED BY FEAR, Bitterblue might have laughed at the deputy's question. Are you okay? She felt like both her body and mind were about to fracture and explode into thousands of tiny pieces. The wolf drew in abrupt, sharp breaths, her mouth opening and closing as she strained to explain to the male what was happening. Her attempts at speaking felt hopeless, however; fear seamed to have stolen her voice. Besides, what would she have said even if she could speak? "Hey, I'm Bitterblue Paramour, and I've been possessed by a demon for the past year! By the way, I may or may not have murdered a bunch of people while possessed, but I promise that I'm not a crazed serial killer"? Somehow, that just didn't seem to cut it. The girl struggled to prop herself up, her body trembling with the effort. It felt as if she could pass out at any moment. Raising her heterochromatic gaze to Quickfire's she attempted once more to speak. Just a few words. Just a few words and he might understand. "B-b-bitterblue Paramour, she sputtered, hoping that the canine would see the connection between the addition of her last name and her newly regained memories.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]IT WAS a strange sensation. The wolf was sitting in the very center of the new camp, her eyes closed as she breathed in deeply. HawkClan. There was the one thing that hadn't changed since she left: its scent. The aroma instantly triggered a horde of memories, each once dancing on the backs of her eyelids before fading as a new one arose. Asuka. Bitterblue didn't quite know why her face was the first one to manifest itself out of the darkness, but she didn't question it. She was just glad that she could remember her mentor. The feline had been the first one to show her the ways of HawkClan's highly esteemed warriors. It had been terribly sad when her body was discovered on the outskirts of the old clan's territory, murdered by an invisible attacker. The next face that arose was Bistre, an old friend and the man who had replaced Asuka as her mentor. According to the rumors, the black smoke had become leader for a brief period of time before leaving the clan in order to find Harrierbeat. It seemed that the two had loved each other until the very end, a fact that warmed the canine's heart. She had been a bridesmaid at their wedding.

Bitterblue continued to think, the quiet serenity surrounding her ushering more memories in as she drew in another breath. Home.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]TO BE HONEST, Bitterblue hadn't the slightest notion about what she was doing. At first, she had been doing nothing out of the ordinary: a simple, routine border patrol accompanied by her usual deep thinking. However, she couldn't lose herself in the quiet serenity of the forest this time as her inspection of HawkClan's border was repeatedly getting interrupted as the wolf had to stop and draw in a deep, calming breath. Everything was too loud. It had only been a mere two days since her memories had been restored and, as of that moment, every memory she had seemed to be fighting for her attention. Everything was playing in her mind all at once; it felt like thousands of voices were shouting within her. The canine had just paused for another breath of air when she couldn't take it anymore: she was suffocating. The overwhelming scent of HawkClan was invading her nostrils, the rich scent drowning her in memories. She had needed to get away from it all, immediately. Bitterblue had taken off, her long claws gouging the soft earth beneath her as she ran, her eyes wide as the trees surrounding her became nothing more than a green and brown blur in her peripheral vision. It didn't take long until the all-too familiar scent of her clan had been left behind her and strange, new features speckled the land. Nothing seemed to matter at the moment: she was sprinting, running like she never had before in her life, her black ears pinned to her skull as if that would block out the never ending noise. She plunged herself into the unfamiliar land, willing the chaos in her mind to cease.
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