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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]To be entirely honest, this was the hardest thing that Rosalie had ever done. Going blind was certainly easier than this. Leaving everyone she had ever loved was killing her inside, but she was a coward. And cowards run.
In the center of camp lay a glass jar with the female's notorious collected herbs. It was a message that she had left, and she would not be returning any time soon. Via telepathy, she said goodbye to those who mattered most to her as she stood at the border. "Hey, Charmaine. I'm leaving, but I want you to know that I love you. You are the best sister I could have ever asked for. Please don't be mad at me, and always know that I am your sister. Forever and always, okay?" Next, Cinny. "Cinny. I'm leaving, and I know you'll probably be mad, but I just wanted you to know that I love you. Tell Char that I'll miss her, and that I do every day. I'll visit someday, I promise. Bye, Cin." Lastly, her momma. [i]"Mommy. Mommy, I love you, okay? I love you so much. I really don't want to go without saying goodbye to you in person, but that'll never happen anyways, huh? Please promise not to hate me. Please. You mean everything to me, and it pains me to leave, but I just know I have to. I love you. I love all of you guys." And just like that, she stepped over the border and began the trek to wherever she was going.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]The young daughter of Adelaide Bakersville had only recently left her home. At first, she had spent several hours debating on whether or not she should return home through tears, but as the tiny serval thought more and more, the more she realized she could not stay. Not now, not ever.
So here she was, mute, blind, and an overall wreck. Hopefully all would end well. "My name is Rosalie Cruor-Bakersville, and I am here to join." She sent telepathically.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]A pale serval head manevoured about until landing on what Rosalie thought was a frame of someone who had addressed her. Smiling, the female dipped her head in respect. "Thank you." The first thing that popped into her mind was medical stuff. She herself had quite a bit of training from many different places, so it only made sense that she ask. "If I may, do you all have a medical team? Possibly a healer or someone I could speak with for further training? Back in Darkclan I was receiving training from an old Insignian healer friend. Perhaps I could speak with someone in the medical field about this? I am only asking because I can't really do much else, and it's always been a passion of mine."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie had spent some time in The Regime, but as of late she had zero interest in their ways. Not to mention she'd heard that Emilia held some sort of status here, so why not check it out? After all she was acquainted with several Insignians and it honestly didn't seem like it was too much of a bad idea. The blind kitten padded towards the border, awaiting an approach from someone. Some part of her hoped that Emilia would actually know who she was, but her chances seemed slim. Oh well.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"I, um, I left Darkclan. And... I'm here to join." The kitten smiled in the general direction of Nicotine as well as Caroline, though she couldn't teally identify the other female. In time though she would learn the older femme's scent. Hopefully. "That is, if you all would have me."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Char... Char is my sister, actually." The serval was closely acquainted with her sister, and for some time she considered her one of the only people she could trust. Now she was just kind of... alone. What with having left most of her family probably took a disliking towards her. "Char is a very kind girl, and very, very caring. I'm sure she loves your daughter very much. However, I never actually met your daughter. At least, not that I can recall. And it is nice to meet you Lady. Thank you for such a warm welcome."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Seeing as Cara had fallen extremely inactove with her baby, she decided that perhaps dragging her back into activity would be cool. So there Miss Rosalie was, with small bunches of marigold, burdock root, and poppy seeds all sitting before her wrapped in beech leaves. The kitten, who had indeed aspired for some time to become a healer, now thought that it was time to actually take the first step within her new clan.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie's memory flickered back to Bloodflow, who was now Nicotine, and the training she had received from him when she was still in Darkclan. It hadn't been easy trying to learn from him considering that she couldn't even see what the herbs looked like. Honestly, she had been surprised with how patient he had been. "Oh, Faultedpaw is! I just wanted to provide the medic team with some herbs. I was just... I was just out walking when I... I caught the scent of poppy." The kitten smiled, her head moving about as she struggled to find the source of the voice. Rose was a bit concerned with how this unidentified figure had spoken to her, but she's soon shake it off as simply the male's natural time of voice.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"You're very welcome!" The kitten mused telepathically her head swinging about as she aimed her head towards those who had approached. Simply by the scent of herbs that hung on Faultedpaw, she managed to locate the healer. So this was the illeged healer.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Smiling, the kitten shook her head quickly. "Oh, no, no! I mean, I received a small bit of basic training from Bloodflow, a former healer of The Insignia, but I was only able to see him a few short times. I did learn basic treatments, and several herbs, but I never had real training."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"What happened?!" Came the worried gasp of young, and blind, Rosalie Joyce Anne. In part, she was worried for the well being of others, while the other half of her wanted to know out of youthful curiosity. The mute kit padded forward with a very worried look painted across her features despite not know what had happened in the first place.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]The blind kit had been circling the wreckage for some time in search of any movement just in case someone or something had lived. What she had not expected was someone getting hurt. Rosalie was attracted by the shriek combined with the scent of blood. Oh poor child. Now worried, Rosie skidded over, tripping in the occasional piece of debris. "Oh my!" Exclaimed the mute serval. Taking a long inhale, she circled around to the injured fae's leg. Lowering her head to breathe in the scent, she sighed. "I think she was burned. The traces of blood seem slight, but I don't really know how to treat burns. The most I could accomplish is growing some herbs."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Despite having a considerable amount of trouble trying to get here, the serval kitten managed it. Upon her arrival, the fae let a wide grin spread across her lips. Home. Home was here, she knew that, but she had no desire to rejoin. As much as she missed her family and as much as she craved the scents and sounds of Darkclan, she would not join. That was something she simply could not do, for her own good. "Momma? Char? Cinny? Is anyone there?" The blind serval called out telepathically as she stood at the border.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][i]"Rosalie Joyce Anne Cruor-Bakersville, daughter of Adelaide, here to visit my family."[/i] She sent, her head bobbing about as she angled her face towards the male who had spoken to her. Who on earth was this? Perhaps he hadn't been around for the period of time she had.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][i]"U-um... marigold will help stop the bleeding as well as stop infection." The kitten mumbled, her head moving about as more people arrived. So much was going on, and it was a bit overwhelming when she couldn't even see what she was doing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]So this was her mother's cousin? How very nice! Rosalie didn't know much of her family aside that of her direct one, so when he said that he was of relation to her, the kit couldn't contain an eager grin. "We're related? Wow. I've never really met any family outside of my direct one."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"I am willing to go and see if some of our allies would be willing to help with the raid." Rosalie stated telepathically. She couldn't fight at her age, nor would she want to with her disability. Instead, she decided that running errands would be fun. Kind of.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Woah!" Exclaimed a rather befuddled kitten as she ran into the castle. Unable to see what it really was, the kitten inched along the outer wall until she found the entrance. "What is this? Where am I?" The kitten asked the others with her telepathy.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"What happened here?" Rosy asked as she passed forward. Obviously from what the other two had said, someone was hanging upside down. Perhaps he was there on purpose?
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