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[color=#fcf2cf]you call me up,
it's like a broken record,
saying that your heart hurts.
but you never get over him
getting over you.
How many times would she find herself back in this place after trying to escape it? So far, how many attempts had she made..?
Four now? Or three?
This was getting ridiculous. Next time she thought about leaving, the femme would just retire herself from her duties and become an elder at an early age. Hunt for herself. Sleep in that sweet ass hideout she'd made... if, it was still there, and someone hadn't taken the liberty of her leaving to go and claim it for themselves.
Savages.
The bi-colored warrior stood on the border, seemingly bored or just uncaring about her situation. THEN SHE LOOKED UP TO THE SKY AND WISHED SIRENS A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!11!1
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[color=#fcf2cf]"Paradise."
She shrugged. This was no big deal, though she really hated speaking right now. It seemed kind of awkward- for her, anyway. Having people waiting for her response. Listening. Quiet.
"Just joining."
The domestic examined her paws for a moment; noting at their dirty greyish tint. She just needed to clean them. Para let her expressionless visionaries flicker back up to the bear who'd originally showed up.
Wildlife. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]hail lurking the queen of combat posts
*dances around Lurk in some weird ritual*
The warrior had been looking for something interesting since she'd arrived. She heard her own choked breath at the sight, and kicked away the stick she'd been busying herself at sharpening to find a seat and spectate. Not only did she really enjoy watching Kenshin's spars, but this mother*er was back again! Holy *!
Paradise wasn't routing for anyone, but her money was probably on Kenshin if there was a bet.
I mean, come on, most of the people here had seen the ninja fight before. However, Morningcloud seemed to be encouraging of Captainpaw..
And so, that left the sleek bi-color with the old saying, 'If there's a will there's a way'. Or whatever it went like..
"Use your legs, kid. Thrash around. You have to throw him off." |
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[color=#fcf2cf]Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll
Cause I can't control myself
I don't wanna stay, wanna run away
But I'm trapped under your spell
And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest
And I'm having trouble catching my breath
Ooh, ooh
Won't you please stop loving me to death?
Paradise blankly looked around the camp. She needed something to do, but not knowing anyone to offer her anything to do didn't help the ebony and white feline. Her rich, forest emery optics traced around everyone and everything in camp. It took her a few minutes, but the femme had scrutinized every object(inanimate or alive) in sight.
"Hello, every-cat. Or dog. Or whatever you are. I'm Paradise. Hi." |
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[color=#fcf2cf]Para gave an irritated sigh as Fragilepast got himself into the mix. What the hell? It was just a spar. Kenshin wouldn't freakin' maim the kid- well, not on purpose. The slender femme glared at the Battlemaster.
"He's gonna have to fight his own battles, Frag." The high position wasn't going to be there for the rest of Captainpaw's life, and even if he was, the apprentice still needed to learn to fend for himself!
What was wrong with the youth today? Settling back to sit down as she saw the tiger wasn't going to try and pull the kitsune apart, Paradise huffed in disapproval. At least the ex-deputy would get the two-on-one fight he wanted. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]Paradise's eyes light up(I'm being very literal when I say this) as she stumbled upon everyone in the cave.
"Why don't you use Super Senses? It makes your ears really sensitive." Like a bat's, right? It seemed to be sort of the same concept to her.. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]Well, that was unexciting. Was the Sentry newer? All of the ones who'd been here since at least August would already be known by the warrior. Paradise dipped her head in greeting.
Globalwarming.. it sounded familiar, but the bi-colored femme couldn't really say she knew where she'd heard the name- or if it was actually someone she'd met before. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]What kind of a question was that?
Oh, right. Maybe the Head Sentry was unsure of who she was. It'd been a while since the domestic feline had called this name her's.
"Morningcloud Donner." Paradise answered monotonously. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]Her breath hitched as Morny squeezed her; but a half-amused, and somewhat joyous smile lined her lips. Paradise managed to raise a forearm and tried to pat the Head Sentry on the back.
"Yay!" |
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[color=#fcf2cf]She didn't experience any migraines when using her powers- then again, her bodies always managed to find their way to death before she could die of cancer due to all of the supernatural abilities.
"Well.. good luck with it then, Frag." Maybe he just needed to clean his ears. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]She flicked her ear in greeting to Gale, without averting her gaze from Morningcloud. "Sweden. Went to see if I had any aunts or uncles or whatever left. I didn't. So, I left." But then the Battlemaster started dancing behind her friend.
"Uh.." Para's visionaries slipped over to watch the jaguar. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]"Yeah. Turned out that they were all dead." The warrior responded to Morningcloud, and then the others showed up. Paradise turned her head to stare blankly at the deputy for a moment.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry, I don't know your name, Wildlife." She mewed, fake confusion lacing her tongue as she spoke. But the sarcasm was in her eyes- clear as can be. "I'm kidding. Oh- hey, Witchingstar." |
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"We have hellpits now?" She could use those. People really got on her nerves- like that one girl, Sirena. Could've used one of these hotsprings then. Nobody would have been able to find her body!
Besides the death part, Paradise wasn't sure if she'd want to participate in the party. SolarClan didn't sound very familiar to her at all. Though, that gave her even more of a reason to go. Check it out, see what they were about. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]Paradise wanted to tell this kid that he didn't need to have litter after litter after litter of kids, because, in the end, they'd all just become inactive like her's and he wouldn't really care much about them because of it. No, she didn't hate her children, but she didn't know them enough. They'd never met her, and probably never would.
So the warrior just sat down, watching Sherlock with her blank optics. No congratulatory mutter slipped out of her mouth. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]"Goat milk sucks, but the meat is okay. Thank you." She'd had goat milk and cheese before- and, trust her, it wasn't as great as you'd think. She didn't know why goat cheese was put on so many Twoleg delicacies..
"Name, if you will?" If the meat was good, she'd ask Witchingstar if they could send something out of gratitude for the goat. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]Paradise padded over on her black and white paws. Meetings were boring, unless they involved her, someone she knew well, or takeovers and stuff like that.
Nonetheless, it was all news that the common ThunderClanner needed to know. So, the warrior was here. |
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Nah I'm good. B^)
It was off the other account. I don't need it anyway, I have everything on that account that she needs anyway. ;;
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[color=#fcf2cf]"Hey, Cryptidstudy. Welcome back." Old members came and go. It seemed that it all depended on their role-player's muse.
Siren couldn't find the strength to fully let go of Paradise. |
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[color=#fcf2cf]Well, here we go. There were now going to be mental-healer wannabes and physical healer wannabes. Gosh. What if Mental came in, 'OH I'LL BE A THERAPIST!' and then made everyone even more crazy? He'd * * up then!
Paradise almost chuckled at the though. Alright, alright. That probably wouldn't happen. The warrior was going to be a therapist, though, but she'd be one to give someone advice and if they were all like 'BUT WHAT IFFF' then she'd be like, '* suck it up you'll be fine!'
Paradise the apathetic therapist. Ahh.. had a nice ring, didn't it?
"I think there should be some requirements.." The bi-color spoke up, despite how funny it would be for this to backfire. Nah, she would go down with them then. |
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