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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

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Her stomach was on fire.

Currently, Dizzy was feeling some extreme discomfort in the regions of the stomach, and right now, she laid at the side of the river, her body convulsing at on and off moments as she listened to the calm lapping of the cool waters. She didn't know what happened – she certainly didn't know what had caused such pain, and she obviously wasn't thinking about that milk chocolate bar she had eaten a while ago, so while she sat in agony, her mind swirled in confusion. Her head tilting towards the river, her stomach contents rose into her throat to be emptied into the water, before her head returned to its usual place, curled up against herself.

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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"Awww! Iris, you're so adorable!" The voice of Dizzypaw came through as her body padded on in from the dried shrubs, a little giggle flying from her mouth as she gazed upon the small dog. "How'd this rad change happen?"

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

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She was already in the brown boxes, her bronze eyes shining cheerfully as she searched for some amazingly cool decorations to throw around everywhere, before struggling to get a rather large container full of tinsel from the sleigh. Quickly unraveling it, she began to throw the strands everywhere, happily decorating without a care. "Yay! Tinsel!"

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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"Woah! Radical!" Dizzypaw was there, and she was catching firefly upon firefly upon firefly, happily skipping about the place with a jar full of twinkling insects hung from her neck. After having caught a sufficient amount of the twinkling bugs, she raced back to the two and held it up for them to see, joyously speaking. "They're like natural lanterns!"

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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That sounded a bit like a dirtier feeling but Rrath frankly was not going to go into that. Anyways – Dizzypaw quickly leapt vertically in excitement, the knowledge trickling into her head and causing anticipation to water into her body. "Ha, totally cool!" She exclaimed happily, grinning wildly.

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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If she was able to, Dizzy might have thrown a thumbs up sign towards Bramble from the back of the swarms of children, yet was unable to do so, and simply sat and watched, a reassuring grin on her face.

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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While Rrath snickered from behind the screen, Dizzy appeared to be confused at this new revelation, before attempting to correct her speech, bronze eyes locked upon the tiny canine. "Oh. Uh, not totally cool then?" She meowed, that didn't sound rad.

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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In her idealistic world, maybe there wouldn't be alcohol either.

The troubling brew was a somewhat good way to keep her mind off her trifling lack of sleep when she failed to drift off into a nice dreamland made just for her, yet somewhat, she loathed it. Dizzy had never really wanted to become an alcoholic in the first place – however, it seemed to plat a sickly seed within the soil of her body once she took a single lap of it, and in time, it grew and flourished to be a nasty and rotten flower with a stench like that of decaying carrion.

She had grown to rely on the substance ever since she had taken notice of her problem with sleep and staying asleep, it had become mere instinct that whenever she would stray into the ungodly hours of the night, she would simply take a swig of hard liquor and everything would be alright again.

It had been a simple day – she spent it wandering the crevasses of the land and happily chatting to all those residing in the clan of rivers, however, once she had reached the sight of the apprentice's little game, she didn't pass it by like simple fun, instead being pulled back to watch and feed off the victory of seeing the glass bottles shatter one by one, their sickly contents spilling across the grass and dampening it with it's bitter toxin. She felt neither sadness over the wasted drinks, nor happiness over the destroying of a problem, instead, she honestly just felt like nothing. She didn't grin, she didn't frown, she just watched.

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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Well, Dizzy certainly thought it was useful for something!

Blinking her bronze orbs once and twice, her inky pupils locked onto the dog for a few moments, before her bright optics seemed to erupt in pure glee, the emotion spiderwebing across the surface of her orbs as she began to speak fervently. "Well, if we ever need someone's heart melted, I'm sure we'll know who to cal!"

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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Since Rrath too was too lazy and tired to create a decent post, Dizzypaw simply cheered and yelled out happily. "Congrats all you rad cats!"

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

[color=white][size=8]chasing ghosts!
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Unfortunately, Christmas was coming in 30 minutes for Rrath, so she had plenty enough time to create a post, unlike Snappy – although, she wasn't going to use this privilege. The brown tabby lumbered out from the den she was designated to sleep in, shivering slightly as the ominous green fronds covering the mouth of the den lightly slid across her back, her face looking particularly frazzled. It had been another night without sleep, although she was proud for not drinking a single drop of the horrible antidote called alcohol. Trudging over to the rushed female, she gave her an exhausted and toothy grin and let a yawn control her face before meowing out a greeting. "Yo."

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

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Sidling on in, the upbeat female gave a rather reassuring smile to the male, her body rolling to rest upon her back as her bronze eyes gave a small glimmer of sincerity, her tongue forming words. "Heya buddy, I think it matters!" She chirped softly, whiskers trembling slightly.

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

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"Holy fiery pits of spider hell!" The loud voice of Dizzypaw came through, shortly followed by her underweight body as it slid forward, bronze eyes locked upon the bristle-haired insect with a wild grin showering her face. "That thing is radical! What's it's name, spider-tamer?" She wondered, snorting in amusement at the quick nickname she had given the female.

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

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Fortunately, the female with wild tendencies just so happened to be exploring by treetops at that point of time,her sensitive ears picking up the sounds of another clanmate from below as she stealthily leapt to a lower-hanging branch. Eyes growing alert, she quickly swung down from the tree to land beside Iris, offering a large and reassuring smile as she noticed the female's expression. "Yo ! Ya wanna talk about it?" She wondered, voice straying from it's rough sound and wandering into a softer tone.

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

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Fortunately, she knew exactly oh the thing would make you die out! And of course, she would create a large theatrical scene about it, that was what she did for a living! Jumping on into the thread Dizzypaw quickly began explaining, her paws and body making a flurry of movements to somehow portray her words, although her eyes seemed a little darker than usual. "Well, when those little tiny metal things get into a reeeeeally important part of your body, they stay in there and blood flies everywhere! If you loose too much blood, you just fall down, dead!"

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[font=bookman oldstyle] DIZZYPAW !

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She might've said an over-the-top greeting – as she usually did – if she hadn't known it was not her turn to speak. Yet, she did have knowledge of this, so she merely sat, offering a wild and toothy grin, and watched with her large bronze eyes, curiosity and exhaustion shining within their tired depths.

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Since Dizzy had no idea who Sparkfire was before the possession, it was simply like a new meeting, except, the wrong person she was supposed to meet. Jumping on forward, her dull eyes appeared overjoyed as she studied the mythical creature, a hop in her step. "Woah! A unicorn, radical! I've only ever heard of these in the stories, you are super cool dude!" She blubbered on into the possessed equine, bronze eyes sparkling. "The name's Dizzypaw, nice ta' meet ya'!"

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"Bloodclan will get their faces bashed in!" The voice of Dizzypaw came through, an enthusiastic yet rather serious look adorning her face as she leapt forward as volunteer. "Heck yeah I'm going! Count me in!" She confirmed, lashing her tail in anticipation.

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"Consider Bloodclan dead!" Her blood was boiling in all the rage of a thousand fiery suns filled with even more burning furnaces, her bronze optics burning and sizzling as they locked upon the now scarlet clumps of cream fur.

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