Posts by BITTERBLUE

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I was just going to mention weekly tasks. As for temporary solution, maybe have a mass battle training thread?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]THE WOLF HERSELF WAS VERY FAMILIAR WITH NIGHHTMARES, especially those that ended up actually being memories. Bitterblue had been awake, her body nothing more than a black mass in the even darker night as she sat at the camp's entrance, her muscles tense. The girl had chosen to take up the night watch, something that was slowly becoming more and more routine as her own sleep cycle was disturbed. She had been listening to the camp, her super senses carefully inspecting each den when she was alerted to Splitsecond's sudden change. It seemed as though the female had suddenly jerked awake. Curious, Blue left her post, her steps light as she approached the trainee and Nelly. "A-ah, just c-calm down there," she said, her eyes focused on Splitsecond but really directing her words towards Nelly as the female seemed to be panicking. "Are y-you okay?" Butterblue then asked, her voice soft despite the stutter.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE WAS THE NEXT ONE to join the group that had rapidly amassed at the clan's border. Is there another joiner? Or is it an invitation from one of our allies? The timber wolf took a seat, her quizzical gaze inspecting the stallion before her. It had been a long time since she had stood in the company of a horse. If she had been in her domestic body, the girl would have felt quite small. Luckily for her however, her new wolf form made her quite a bit larger than before. At least if they step on me I won't instantly become a pancake...

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ISABELLE N.L. wrote:

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and thread with izzy kat?

MOBILE TAGS

GENERAL ;
isabelle new leaf | npc x npc | female | puppy | seaglassclan and hawkclan | creamy colored shih tzu | brown | single | straight

POWERS;
no powers

INTERACTION;
easy | attack in #f4f1a9 | no kill | no maim | pm for capture | no mentor

LINKS;
biography | journal/diary

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Vinny : I hope you find your muse <3
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]THE SUDDEN CALL of a stranger pulled Bitterblue to the border. Had someone gotten lost? Or perhaps someone was joining? The large wolf crept over, the foreigners scent touched her delicate nose. Well, one thing was for certain: the dog hadn't come from an enemy clan, or any clan for that matter. "H-hello. Name and b-business," the girl said, her voice calm and smooth despite the stutter.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BLUE HAD TO ADMIT IT, the ex-HawkClanner knew how to make an entrance. At first the girl had been alarmed when she heard someone confidently striding into the territory, calling out profanities as they went. Upon further inspection however, it was soon obvious that the leopard had good intentions: she was a returning member, just like Blue. Revealing herself from within the forest, the large wolf stalked over, a gaze mixed with curiosity and friendliness pinned on Nelly. "W-welcome back," the girl said, a smile playing on her lips, "i-if I may ask though, w-what's your n-name?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE OFFERED THE CANINE a small smile. "I c-can't see why not. Welcome to HawkClan," she said, her ebony cranium dipping in a nod of greetings, "I-I'm Bitterblue Paramour. Nice t-to meet you." The wolf flicked her tail, her cuirous gaze pinned on her new clanmate. "If y-you don't mind m-my asking, where are y-you from?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]HAWKIES? WELL, THAT was new. Bitterblue slowly made her way over, each movement still sluggish from the heaviness of sleep weighing her down. As of late, the canine hadn't been sleeping well: nightmares plagued her while she was asleep and bad memories would rise to take their place as soon as she woke up. Nonetheless, the girl refused to let a lack of sleep get in the way of her having fun. As soon as Travelpassion's summoning touched her ears, Bitterblue had forced herself out of her nest, her odd eyes a little glazed over with exhaustion. Successfully suppressing a yawn, she took a seat opposite from the albino. "I'm g-game," she murmured.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]EVERYTHING WAS much too loud. Since the girl had regained her memories, her mind hadn't stopped buzzing with the never-ending noise of all of her memories trying to play at once, each one seeming to beg for her undivided attention. It was deafening. Usually, the solitude and peacefulness that shrouded the forest in a protective veil could tame the rampaging beast that was her mind. Today, unfortunately, nothing seemed to be working. Bitterblue had quickly abandoned trying to silence her thoughts after an hour had come and gone with no success. Instead, she decided on moving, forcing her mind to focus on some task. That's how the wolf ended up digging scores of rows in the tough mountain dirt, her movements methodical as she transformed the soil into something that would yield a crop. By the time her furrows had been completed, the sun was blazing overhead, it's intense heat being drawn to her black pelt like a magnet. She didn't stop though. No, instead she raced back to camp and quickly rifled through the bag that she had brought with her when HawkClan had moved. There it is. Bitterblue extracted a small leather pouch, the seemingly delicate thing that she gently grasped in her jaws as she made her way back to the garden. The wolf had had the foresight to gather the seeds of their old home's local herbs before they moved in case their new home proved to be fruitless of the lifesaving plants. Carefully opening the pouch, Blue pulled out the even smaller bags contained within, each miniature sack dedicated to a certain herb. Quickly electing to organize the garden alphabetically, the she-wolf set off to work, her mind now clear of any unwanted memories.

Bitterblue collapsed in the shade of a pine tree, tired eyes focusing on her day's worth of work. Borage, burdock, catnip, chervil... The wolf's eyes traveled down the rows, mentally naming which seeds had been planted in each row. Sure, she hadn't been able to locate the seeds of every herb, but for now the small collection would have to suffice. Yarrow, she thought, her eyes eventually reaching the final row. The warrior flicked her tail, satisfied with her work.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BIITERBLUE QUICKLY ARRIVED at the scene after Nelly, her eyes closing tightly as she concentrated on her super senses. Colors and scents flooded her as she mentally followed the trail, the blood and trampled flora obviously marking the path that the invader had taken. A rancid scent stung her nose. "ShadowClan," she growled, her tail lashing. The wolf quickly spun around, a dangerous look in her eyes. "I t-think he's been captured. If h-he had been assassinated, the k-killer would have left the b-body. ShadowClan likes getting c-credit for their k-kills," the girl said, her voice low. A grimace overtook her features as she set off to find Egretstar. A rescue party might be necessary. Gah, those filthy cowards.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]THE HAWKCLAN WARRIOR raised an eyebrow. Fine? Well, Splitsecond certainly didn't look fine. If anything, the trainee looked scared. Bitterblue took a step back, her eyes softening as she tried to give the medic room to breathe. She understood. The things that an unconscious mind could conjure up could be terrifying. "It doesn't s-sound like it was nothing..." The girl tilted her head, concern obvious on her features. "But if y-you're sure, I won't p-pry." With a last worried glance, the wolf turned to leave, her tail flicking. She didn't feel like leaving, but the girl had obviously raised her walls against them; she seemed to hardly want to look at them. "If y-you ever decide that you w-want to talk about it... I-I'm here," she added, stopping at the entrance of the den.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]HER FIRST COMPETITION since her return to HawkClan. This should be interesting. If her memory served her right, the last official competition she had participated in had been a rat catching contest. Bitterblue looked back on the memory fondly as she settled down, her tail flicking occasionally

//APPLYING TO PARTICIPATE IN COMPETITION
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]THE WOLF GAVE a small shake of her head in response to Nelly's question. No, she hadn't known in the slightest that Calandra was adopted, let alone that - Shilo was it? - was the girl's birth mother. Sensing that her presence may be unwanted, Blue took a few steps back, attempting to give the recently reunited family some space. It was obvious that the two had a few issues that needed to be sorted out and the canine didn't want them to feel awkward.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]TEX-ASS. WHAT AN ODD name. The girl flicked an ear. "I've n-never heard of the place, but it sounds... e-exotic," she said, another smile pursuing after her words. "Would you like a t-tour of the territory?" Bitterblue tilted her head, a metaphorical eyebrow raised. There was always the chance that the dog wanted to explore his new home on his own, but hey, might as well offer.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]AS OF LATE, BITTERBLUE had been on high alert; with ShadowClan waging war against them and mysterious forces causing explosions, why wouldn't she? That's why when she sensed a stranger deep in the heart of HawkClan's territory, she immediately abandoned the jackrabbit she was about to tear into and raced through the mountainous terrain to waylay the suspected intruder. However, as the black and white tom came into sight, it was obvious that he was no threat. If anything, he looked lost. "I'm g-going to have to ask you to s-stop right there." The warrior flicked her tail, her polite voice carrying the undertones of curiousity. Had the male simply not scented the borders?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]LUCKILY FOR THE TRAINEE, Bitterblue was nearby. In fact, the wolf had actually been trying to find the younger girl; it had almost been a week since Bitter had volunteered to instruct Splitsecond yet Blue had failed to make contact with her. Now, it seemed, they would finally be able to get down to training. Upon hearing her name being called out, Bitterblue quickly mended her route, briskly trotting towards the feline. A small smile was offered as she approached, her gaze finding Splitsecond. The apothecary trainee seemed to be on the more serious side, but the canine rather appreciated her company. It was obvious that the she-cat was intelligent, something that would serve her well in the medical world.

"Ah, t-there you are." The girl flicked her deaf ear, her lopsided grin slightly more pronounced. It had been a little less than a week since her memories returned but she had already grown accustomed to that stutter that had accompanied the event. "Yes, let's get d-down to business. How much do you know about h-healing already?" She questioned, lowering herself into a sitting position. It was highly important to figure out what the trainee knew already; it would help her decide where to start.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]THE WARRIOR HADN'T noticed the trainee's approach, half due to her own obliviousness, half due to the fact that the girl had approached her on her right side. Instinctively, the wolf pinned her deaf ear to her head as she quickly jumped to her feet, her shock evident. Oh. Bitterblue's gaze took in Splitsecond, her muscles relaxing as a somewhat embarrassed smile graced her features. "It's j-just a few herbs. I was worried that t-there might not be any in our new territory a-after the move," she explained, her eyes shifting off of the feline as she turned to face the garden, "As for what's in i-it... borage, burdock, catnip, ch-chervil... c-coltsfoot... goldenrod, lavender..." The canine paused for a millisecond, contemplating the lavender. It was great for bringing down fevers but, more importantly, it had been the scent that her mother had always carried. Bitterblue took in a quick in breath, almost as if she could smell the flower's sweet aroma. "Marigold, p-poppies, tansy, thyme, and yarrow. There's a few essential herbs missing, but m-maybe there will be some growing a-around here somewhere..." The girl trailed off, her eyes quickly scanning their surroundings as if some of the precious plants where hiding among the trees.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]THE SUDDEN CRACK of a firearm going of caused the wolf's heart to suddenly contract, instinct kicking in as her body filled with adrenaline. A gun? Here?! Bitterblue had though that HawkClan had escaped the grasp of civilization. It appeared that she was wrong. Tuning in with her super senses, it didn't take long for the canine to lock onto the location of the weapon that had made the noise and, more importantly, it's victim. She saw the Bernese moutain dog sprawled out in the forest, his own blood starting to create a pool around him. She didn't think- there was no time for such a leisure. The canine raced off into the forest, her eyes wide as she fought her way through the woods. Hang on, hang on, please... She was an ebony streak amongst the trees, her powerful body pushing itself to the limit as she neared the fallen dog. Skidding to a halt, Bitterblue quickly scanned their surroundings, making sure that whatever had injured the stranger had left. Deciding that it was safe, the girl rushed to the canine's side, her mind whirling as she processed his wounds, the names of herbs instantly rising up from the abyss of her mind. "It's okay, you're okay, we won't let you die," she murmured, attempting to apply pressure with her fore-paws to the bullet wound. She wasn't the clan's healer, no, that title currently belonged to Splitsecond. But what was she supposed to do? Watch him bleed out? Bitterblue supposed that she would have to suffice for now. She still wasn't quite sure what she was and wasn't allowed to do when it came to healing others.

//permission to powerplay for healing purposes if necessary?
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