Posts by ( MISSY )

How long had it been, exactly? A year? Two? She didn't know. Over time, everything had slipped away. She'd forgotten names, her age, everything had just been survival. All except for one, that was. She could still remember him. She'd never forgotten those black ears, that goofy smile that always lit up his features.
Tristen. He had been her first lover, her best friend. And also her worst enemy. Loyalties to the Insignia had driven her away from him, and eventually she'd taken on the life of a loner.
Would he still be here? Was he even alive? The thought made her shudder, rembering that the last words they shared had not been the kindest.
Tri-color ears pinned, she paused at the border. It had taken a while to find, as the last time she'd been here, Hawkclan had lived upon the beach and cliffs. Blue orbs batting, the canine waited for an inquiry of her buisness.

The canine examined closely the trio, tail tucking between her legs. A kitten, a coyote, and some sort of large cat. Hm, what could she say? She wasn't here to join, really. Her plans had been to see if Tristen was still here. Though now she realized waltzing in to search for him wouldn't work. The Aussie would have to do a bit of observing. "My name Missy, here to... Join." She barked, paws shuffling.

Biting her lip thoughtfully for a moment, the Shepard shook her head. "Thanks, but I should be fine. I prefer figuring things out for myself." That, and she still had many memories of this place. More than she did of the Insignia.

"Mhm, noted." The Aussie barked, tricolor tail wagging. She didn't know most of those mentioned, besides maybe one. "Congrats, to those promoted."

"Good job, Iowa. Enjoy your new position!" The dog yapped, tail wagging. She didn't know the girl personally, but promotions were always cool.

Noted! <3

The candid's tricolor ears perked at the sound of voices, head cocking in a curious manner. Trotting over, she gave Keylime a look, remembering him to one of the few that had welcomed her. What could be bothering him? Tail swishing, she'd await his reply.

Hawkclan hadn't worked out. She had gone only to find Tristen, but he was gone, that simple. Currently ignoring the pain in her heart, the tricolor canid approached Riverclan's borders. They seemed good enough, so why not? "Before you ask, my name is Missy, here to join." She barked, tail hanging low.

"Thanks," She offered with a faint smile lacing her features, crystal orbs lingering on the child for a moment. She seemed a bit wary for her age. When Missy was a child.. No, that only brought back memories of him. And he was over, gone, dead. No need in dragging it all up.
Head swiveling to the said Creamfur, she gave a small nod. "Sure, that's quite alright." Aspen had called her Prissy Missy, so it certainly wasn't the worst.

Missy could mentor her. c:

I need some plots. xD

Missy bit her lip, baby blue eyes watching the girl. She should help. Right now, she should pick up the scattered papers...
Instead, the brunette laughed, coming to stand next to the other girls, but not offering her own taunt. She was a bystander, just a face in the crowd.

She blinked in surprise, eyes widening at the offer. She had just recently moved here, so the temptation was strong. Forcing a smirk, she leaned down towards Bramble. "Hope you enjoy the ground, because it's where you and all your little friends belong." Damn, that was the meanest thing she'd ever said to anyone. Laughing, she stood back up, turning to Brit. "We should go, no need to stick around with a a bunch of dweebs who have no sense of humor."

The sophomore squaeaked, shaking her hand at the crazy bird. Finally getting it to flap away, she gasped at the lunging Bramble. "Look out!" She called to Brit, moving back a few steps.

Foot tapping anxiously the ground, she adjusted the bag hanging from her shoulder. "L-Let's just go." She mumured, slapping the hand of a guy who reached out to touch her neck. This was getting way out of hand.

Life sucked. It sucked hard. Two years, and where was she now? Two years of trying to make something of herself, to forget about her past, and where did she stand? She didn't want to admit it, didn't want to even think about it. The very presence of the thought sickened her, made her want to vomit.
She was nothing without Tristen.
Her first lover, best friend, the one who had been everything to her. And he was gone, dead, making her realize that she depended in his love. Needed someone else, and it scared her. Sighing, the canid lay her head stop her paws, tricolor ears drooping.

She scampered off after Britanny, biting her lip hard. This wasn't good, not good at all. Suddenly, she spied the delicate looking boy sitting by himself. Was that a sketchbook? She'd never known a guy who drew anything besides stick people. Peeking over, she spied the softly shaded wing of the infantile bird, her gaze turning more calm. It was beautiful. Realizing she was staring, the brunette shook her head, rushing to catch up whith the girl she guessed was a friend.