Posts by ~Greymatter~

Greymatter chuckled as she approached her daughter and the others, "Most people don't learn languages just for their crude words."

Though there's a teasing tone in her voice, her raised eyebrows say otherwise. Eventually, the kit will grow up and use adult language. But there's no need to rush that process, though she knows her kit is far from naivety.

"Snow is also white in color and only occurs when it is super cold." She said, adding on to Xi's words. She had been a winter kit, born in the depths of freezing December. Though, she hardly remembered her experiences that far back. She mostly remembered the fresh greenery of Spring.

"I hope it's not to late to join in," Greymatter spoke, a smile ghosting her lips.

She glanced over in Arcadekit's direction, unsubtle in her examination of the orange juice shot. She trusted Xi--it was Arcadekit she didn't trust. She could be too troublesome for her own good. Satisfied that it was simply orange juice in the shot, she leaned back and looked over at Arachnophobia and Xi.

"I'll start. Never have I ever taken the form of a cheetah." She grinned maliciously towards the two mutated cheetahs.

"Greetings, Amathyst." Greymatter went over to stand beside her clanmates, "I'm Greymatter, commander of ColoredClan."

She didn't plague the Targaryan with a question on the welfare of the Westeros as both Xio and Arachnophobia already covered that for her. She was happy to see that the Westeros had chosen a more personable character to as their ambassador to ColoredClan. As much as she fought for Westeros to be their ally, she was the first to admit that they could uppity stiff and formal at times.

Greymatter chuckled at Xio's counter strike, knowing she'd been played by her own game. She picked up an orange juice shot--alcohol had never been a friend of hers. Its' smell reminded of that cold, September night. The visitor by the border, insisting she oblige him to share a drink or two with him. Maybe she enjoyed alcohol as the young, kind head doctor of ColoredClan. Back when her memories were all intact and she could live a little. But that was a whole another lifetime ago.

"Alas, you got me." She commented, drowning the shot in one gulp.

As others trickled in, she listened to their additions to the game. She silently took a drink at the swimming but rolled her eyes at Yuri's proclamation. Tragic, she knows, but that thought never crossed her mind.

"I can't say I ever blew anything up." She shook her head, smiling at Arcadekit's enthusiastic antics.

Omg track, I love this so much!

Greymatter glanced over to her adopted kit, wrapping her feathery tail around Arcadekit in an attempt to reassure her. She did not think the SunClan princess would harm the kit, enemy or not. Pro-clans held themselves strictly to a moral code of sorts. Yet, SunClan has never been the typical pro-clan. As much as they tried convincing themselves otherwise, their ancient anti-clan roots planted by Permafrost never quite seemed to wither. She remembered vividly, standing helplessly as she watched one of her clanmates get brutally tortured by SunClan. She had been a spy--she couldn't risk blowing her cover or else it'd be two ColoredClanners on the menu for torture.

SunClan was a wolf in a sheepskin among pro-clans. They may yell and scream about how much better they are than the likes of ColoredClan and BloodClan--when it came to it, they were just like them.

She shot a warning look over to Yuri. He did not keep quiet on what he thought on the matter--she wouldn't have expected less. But she preferred it if it was she who handled this situation, and not he. The last thing they needed was their enemies believing Greymatter to be a weak head. As much as she privately believed that herself, it is imperative that she keeps up an illusion that says otherwise.

"Besides a joint raid against a mutual enemy, the Black Heart Rogues and a statement Yuri made as Commander that we would support BloodClan in their war with you, we have not laid a single paw on your clan. Which is why, I found your father's....announcement to be a bit...unnecessary." Greymatter scowled, unconsciously rubbing her neck where the chain had clung tightly around her fur, "I've lived through one meaningless war with SunClan, I can do without another one. Though, as Yuri has said. Your clan seems adamant about warring against anti-clans of all kinds, why not us?"

"Greymatter tries sleeping through the entire day after a defeat" honestly so in character lol

// ah, my apologizes!

"I see," She responded calmly, though the tension in her shoulders said otherwise, "I wish I could say I'm surprised by this news...but unfortunately I'm not. Having been a former leader of ColoredClan, he should know better about disrespecting an ally. I deeply apologize for his insolence and will see to it that this will not happen again."

The last she caught sight of Avenue Sixx, it had been on their wedding day. It had been a happy, joyous day. Not a cloud in the sky, perfect kind of day. As a close friend, she'd been part of the wedding party. A bridesmaid to Avenue's bride. They giggled as they fussed with each others' fur and straightening out their dresses. Avenue had ducked into a hallway, to grab something. A laugh, a scream then silence. By the time they reached the serval, her white wedding dress was soaked with crimson blood. The only clue left was the scent of SunClan leader's lingering at the scene. The murder only served to invigorate the rivalry between the two clans.

That was a long, long time ago. That part of Greymatter's history is...fuzzy. Of course, a lot of her memories are, but especially that period of her life. While she's regained many childhood memories, there's still some that slip through the cracks. You'd think her brain would retain important things like friends and relationships rather than things like flower-crown making. Unfortunately, amnesia is an irrational, irritable creature that doesn't like to make sense. Although it's been almost a year since she first woke up in that forest, not everything has returned. Some days, she's satisfied with the person she's become. Other days, she bemoans the person that has been loss along with her memories.

Today is one of those days. She's sure that she knows this person; both Frightfur and Yuri recognize him with great clarity. But she is...confused. Perhaps if Avenue had returned in the form of a serval or as his birth form (a tiger), she'd recognize him right away. It didn't help that she was now a he, which threw in another unknown variable to her.

As her paws hit the ground, she folds up her wings--like Avenue, she too had changed physically. Though not as drastic as changing her form, the wings hadn't been something she was born with. Rather, they appeared later in life.

"H-hello," She smiles nervously, "Your name sounds familiar--I knew Imp and Lucinda, so I'm sure I know you it's just..."

Her voice cracks. It's something she's never gotten used to. How do you tell a loved one that you've changed beyond all recognition? That in their former friend, rests an entirely different person with different thoughts and feelings? She faintly remembers being Greymatter, the emotionally distant head doctor of ColoredClan. But remembering and being are two different things.

Something does pop into her head. An image of a female tiger laughing in unison with a young Greypaw.

"Weren't you originally a tiger?" She blurts out.

// I'm gonna be completely honest, i wrote everything off of complete memory sooo correct me if I messed up on Avenue's history. But anyways welcome back dude!

"You don't seem very enthusiastic about it," Greymatter comments, her eyes sparkling at his slumped figure.

Weekly tasks were a bit of a mixed bag at times. They were supposed to encourage activity and productivity in a clan...but sometimes certain people abused them to make others do ridiculous things. She was sure this one had ColoredClan's interests in mind, but that didn't mean Yuri didn't enjoy giving it out to Twistedhumor of all people. Someone like Noelle was more suited for the task, a person that was peppy and already spirited in nature.

"I don't know much about pep rallies, but I think it usually involves some sort of chants and dancing..."

Yess, we definitely need people who like healing. Another thing I forgot to add is that our ranks are set up in that there's two ways to leadership: the typical military branch, and then the medical branch. Violethearts (third-in-command, act as advisers to the leader) and Whitecoats (the full-trained medics) are both equal in terms of power. So a second-in-command could be picked from either branch. That's kinda how Grey ended up as commander, as we had no second-in-command and she was a white-coat at the time.

Also want to add that enthusiastic/peppy characters would be great. Like characters who are outgoing/fun but not afraid to be serious when it counts or characters who don't know how to read the atmosphere.

Yo, these two should totally have a thread together. Maybe Arcadekit gets a scrape or smthing and then Greymatter insists on healing it? They could maybe talk about Grey adopting her and stuff?? idk, just throwing ideas out there ^^'

//im happy to see you back! Noelle's new abilities seem really cool!

Greymatter's ears perked up at the sound of creaky wagon wheels. She'd come to associate the sound with merchants. Traveling salesmen often liked to make their way through the clan circuit from time-to-time. She flew over to greet the visitor, coming in for a rather pleasant surprise. It was someone with wagons full of trinkets heading towards ColoredClan's territory. A very familiar someone.

"Noelle! It's good to see you safe and sound--" Her voice cut off as she saw the stitching on the side, "Are you alright?"

She asked in a concerned tone, licking her apprentice's shoulder like a mother hen.

It was a beautiful today. The birds were singing, the sun is shining--something was wrong. Greymatter couldn't put a paw to it as she strolled around Color Town. NPC children laughed as they ran past her, playing a game of tag. Everything seemed right with the world, too right.

It was her violetheart's hysterical screams about Xi that all but confirmed things with her. By the time she reached the cheetah, Yuri and Frightfur were already there attempting to calm down the panicked cheetah.

"Arachnophobia, please, take deep breaths." She instructed, the medic in her coming out, "What's wrong? What...happened to Xiu?"

Her voice softened, as she mentally prepared herself for Ara's words. Xiu had been with them barely a week, and yet she'd took a liking to the ex-BloodClanner. He showed potential as a hardworking, productive member of ColoredClan society. BloodClan lost a great cat, in her opinion. Not to mention, both Arachnophobia seemed very happy to be with Xiu. She'd really hoped it work out between the two.

// aw, I'll miss you Scorpio :(

Blood, it was a familiar smell to the former medic. Most of her clanmates associate the scent with raids and tortures. Not her. It was always a sign of a clanmate in need of aid. Her pace quickened when she heard Frightfur's voice call in the far-off distance. By the time she reached her friend's side, several others had already gathered.

"Wh-" She took in the sight, blinking as she saw the heavily injured serval with six mewling kits at his side.

She'd known of his pregnancy. No one gets that rapidly heavy like that from overeating. Not to mention the mood swings or the cravings. He hadn't said anything about it, and she hadn't either. Why would she? She had done the same thing when she had been pregnant with Blindfold's kits. Lied about it, waved it away like it was nothing. Everyone knew from the way her belly sagged that it all stemmed from her run-in with Blindfold.

But no one could've predicted this. He didn't deserve this. Tears prickled her eyes at her friend's damaged state--she could see it in his eyes that he knew he was too far gone to save. Part of her--the one that's never quite grown-up, the young naive part--wants to scream and do everything in her power to save him. But she's seen enough cases to know that it's useless.

The leader glanced towards her daughter who was nearing Frightfur. She placed a gentle paw on her shoulder, before passing her to reach Frightfur.

"Fr-frightfur. You're a dear friend and I'm so sor--" A sob interrupted her speech, her figure shaking at sight of his broken state, "I-I-I'll make sure your kits are well taken care of, I promise."

If you could make it, that'd be great!

Ah, I hope you're in a safe place. In my area, some schools shut down a whole week despite not even being in the hurricane's path.

I don't really like math. I enjoy the problem-solving part of it, but I can never remember the formulas in the middle of exams :/

Greymatter knew death was often a temporary state in this world. It was not a state of finality, a state of rest. She does not know why it is this way. It's been this way since that day in the Forest, and even long before that. She knows it's unnatural. The natural circle of life dictates that things die, stay dead, and out of their remains new life is formed. That is why some beings return, and others don't. Long ago, when there was only four clans, powers were only fairytales. Now, they are a normalcy in this life. She stopped trying to make sense of it all after a while. She learned to be appreciate the second chances some were granted, and mourned the others who were never given the same opportunities.

At first, she came to the border to give the strange creature the standard questions. But then the creature spoke, and out came Frightfur's voice, and her heart soared.

"Frightfur!" She called out, her eyes bright with tears, "You need to stop giving your guardian angel heart attacks."

She aimed to hug the front leg opposite of Yuri's, pressing her body against her dear friend. For a moment, she was able to forget the imagery of Frightfur's torn throat and missing leg and soak in his presence.

"I missed you a lot." She whispered shakily, stepping back to look up at him. That was definitely going to take some getting used to.

just fyi you have two weeks (September 17th) until the choice awards end ;)

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