Posts by Samantha.

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Within one paw, Sam held the temple to a pair of blood splattered glasses.

On the outskirts of WindClan's village was where she could be located, sitting closely alongside recently turned soil. On either side of her were headstones, and placed delicately on top of each grave was a small bouquet of flowers. Dark blues and soft whites were placed neatly across the grass covered grave to her left, whereas the barren grave to her right was adorned with vibrant yellows and bright blues. The flowers collected for both reminded Sam of them in some way, namely by colour scheme more than anything. Even though they had never met previously, it only felt right to Sam to have Chris' final resting place be one alongside Tidal. Sam herself had never known Tidal, only knew him by name. But she clearly remembered aiding Maelstrom in burying him shortly after the deceased Head Medic had joined WindClan as an escape from his father. Tidal had been the only one to stand up for Maelstrom, and it had cost Mael's brother his life. Chris had been captured, used as ransom. Killed when he was no longer useful. Tidal was Mael's everything before joining WindClan. Chris was one of Sam's closest friends before joining WindClan. She never met Tidal. Maelstrom never met Chris. They both met their demise for those they cared about, both of whom had grown so close to each other... it only felt right to bury them alongside each other. The only glaring difference was that Maelstrom had not been present to bury Chris as she had been to bury Tidal, for she had failed him as well. Tidal had died for Maelstrom, protecting him from their father. Maelstrom had died at the teeth of his own father, the one Sam had sworn to protect him from. Chris had died trying to keep her safe: his last breath had been spent trying to ward her away from him, fearful what would happen to her besides the fact he was starving and chained to a tree.

Sam had promised him she'd keep him safe. She'd promised she'd keep all of them safe, and she had let down everyone.

A shuttering breath inhaled sharply into her lungs, earthen eyes turning glassy as they fought back tears caused by gazing at the last physical possession she had of her friend, now buried and leaving her with only memories. Lifting the glasses closer to herself, Sam leaned her forehead into the frames, mindful to avoid the blood dried on them. Her earthen eyes pressed tightly shut as a single tear trailed down her cheek as she withdrew another shuttering gasp.

"I'm sorry."

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Already done B)

Idk about Mike for Jonny, considering he pranked Hannah, tried to get into Jess's pants, and SHOT em in the EYE /angry murmuring
EDIT: !!! JONNY COULD TOTALLY BE MATT??? Like matt was described as motivated, ambitious, and active. He's super sweet to Emily (whom he was dating) and can even die trying to save her in the game. Matt's VA had this to say about him:

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He's got a big heart, and you can tell that's very evident, especially how he treats his girlfriend Emily. And, y'know, he's kind of a meat head, but in the best way possible. (...) Fact that he wants everyone to be happy, he's a people pleaser, and I can definitely attest to being, y'know, THAT guy. I'm always the friend that wants everybody to be happy, and wants everybody to be taken care of, and that's definitely Matt.

I'll think about some characters for u guys while I'm walking James though :0

track on sam's sub!! nwn

EDIT: she is currently dressed as mercy from overwatch for a theme week, but this is indeed sam cx

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THEY WERE KIDS THAT I ONCE KNEW. NOW THEY'RE ALL DEAD HEARTS TO YOU.

good grief i can't believe i missed something so obvious
medics that are worthless at battling? check
cheesey jokes? check
honestly just being kind of a mom? check

HEROES NEVER DIE

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Sam couldn't help but feel incredibly bad for the child: he was wandering into very dangerous territory, after all, filled with skittish, feral animals that did not take kindly to man. Sam, unlike the others, didn't see the immediate problem with letting the child explore: simply because a toddler got to pitter patter through the moors did not mean that it would elicit visitions from the child's older, more dangerous counterparts. If anything, it would mean the younglings at the group of humans would be kept closer. Having stumbled across the encounter during one of her many solo treks, the lioness remained close to the ground as she slipped through the tall grass toward the quartet of WindClanners already present, eyebrows drawing tightly together into a frown as she slowly made her way alongside Darkknight, finding herself more comfortable alongside him than the others during his situation. "Prey animals are the ones with capable newborns- horses, deer, rabbits. You know, that nature. Predators... they have no need." The lioness murmured in response to Darkknight's quip, lifting up a paw to begin to pry her crimson scarf off. "And humans are pretty much the apex predator." Sam mused softly, removing the fabric entirely before placing it gently at the canine's feet. Although she didn't openly speak it, she was advocating him to escort the child back, before the situation got out of hand. "You don't have a collar, but this is a human item." The lioness offered, careful to keep one paw up at her exposed neck, not particular on revealing her scar. "It might make you look more like a pet if you wore it."

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]Dual-alliances were becoming more and more common, and for that Sam was appreciative. She recalled when she first approached Jax on the matter of departing to LithiumClan to follow after Jailbreak, causing a palpable tension to form between the two former WindClan Leaders. She hadn't handled it in the most... ideal of ways, considering paranoia and and fear had sunk their icy claws into her heart, forcing to act uncharacteristically panicked. But that chapter of her life was long behind her now: she was stuck in WindClan, unable to leave, yet unable to integrate herself once more. Caught in a limbo that costed her most of what she held dear. But she wouldn't even consider weighing down this situation with such heavy thoughts, a miniscule smile present on her maw (the most she could forcefully muster, really) as she approached. "Weclome, then." The lioness mimicked the words of Cherviltea without much thought, moving to take a seat alongside the younger male as she lifted up a paw to adjust the scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. "I'm Sam." Good thing she was finally starting to train herself into the habit of introducing herself before creating smalltalk. "Dual-alliances are no easy job." Sam commented in a talkative way, giving a small roll of her shoulders. "I wasn't able to do it long. But you make some pretty amazing friends in other Clans." Commenting on how Seija was gone and she had no more connections to the Clan she once resided in wasn't really worth it, although the sentiment was present and darkening her thoughts nonetheless.

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turns out changing sam's faceclaim for a bit has given me tremendous motivation & muse xD
disappoints me greatly that i cannot play overwatch bc you know,,, no money
but at least i have the lore videos :')

& congrats sky!!

sam's one year windclan anniversary is coming up,,, next month i think?? honestly i'm the worst at remembering dates, trying to remember my friends' birthdays is a nightmare xp

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]With humans having taken up residence near the Salt Lake, Sam had been spending an increasing amount of time roaming the border since it was no longer safe within their own territory. The clatter of human footsteps off in the distance, voices angrily murmuring amongst themselves- something about a tiger, if Sam heard correctly- had been what drew the lioness over initially, crouched low into the tall grass as she slowly crept toward the border, hazel-green eyes surveying the open land before her to carefully watch for any signs of humans. The murmuring and sound died off quickly, as if Sam had caught only a brief sound carried by the wind. Slowly rising from the grass, Sam's eyebrows knitted tightly together into a frown as she took a tentative step forward, stilling once more when she heard the cry of a young cub. "Hello?" Sam spoke hushedly, gaze flicking down to scour the earth for the source of the noise. Another cry put Sam into action, moving toward a small rabbit warren that had a tiger cub tucked away in it. This... this had something to do with the humans, didn't it? "Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?" Sam inquired in a soft tone, lowering down into a crouch both to hide within the grass as well as get closer to the child. "Did your momma leave you here?" The lioness asked gently, not wanting to pry into such personal information insensitively: but she had a feeling that the cub wasn't the reason the humans were flocking beyond the territory's reach.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]/i've been listening to this song NON STOP save me
+ edited bc typos woops

Sam had... conflicted feelings about many of the changes made by Praguespring, although that much was to be expected with any change. Sam had fought Jax every step of the way through his Leadership so long as she was present, advocating pacifism and withdrawing military actions. She argued regularly with Cloudhouse about the dehumanization of various Medics marked 'no longer useful' to him. Sam had frequented ThunderClan to bicker with Deutschstar about how he banished his own members to the edge of ThunderClan's territory to die, offering WindClan as a refuge for them without permission from anybody above her. In other words, Sam had a rich history of standing up for and being vocal about what she believed in, and was she not one to easily cave when met with opinions that conflicted her own. "Prague?" That was exactly why she was now at the entrance of the High Position's cabin, head over her shoulder to casually observe bystanders as she awaited some sort of response from somebody within: it was rarely empty, lest a private conversation had to be hosted. Sam pondered if blankets still littered the ground from when Wingspan had put them in to make High Positions meetings less intimidating, or if Cos or Praguespring had cleared them out. She... she hoped not. WindClan was slowly being stripped of what she valued, both materialistically as well as through individuals. "I've got some questions about the removal of the Medic position." Might as well skip the pleasantries, considering she had spared Jax and Cloudhouse of them as well.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]Sam was, by nature, an individual that was incredibly reclusive about her history as well as the reasoning behind certain actions. Only those she trusted deeply were those that Sam allowed herself to gut herself before, revealing her weaknesses in hopes that they would be able to muffle the fear attempting to eat through her skin with every decision she made. Maelstrom and Jailbreak were really the only individuals that fit within that category, both of them now little more than a treasured memory of what she once loved so deeply about WindClan. In a way, Sam felt that she had to fill that role for Cosmicknight. He knew little more than a fraction of what made Sam tick, yet she had taken it upon herself to keep himself from becoming self-destructive. The topic of her failure was for another existential crisis at another time. Sam's gaze followed Praguespring carefully once the door was open, slipping into the cabin as her earthen eyes trained on the recently promoted Leader of WindClan. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of stresses had already beared down upon him, if he had yet to reach the conclusion that he would inevitably be replaced and forgotten, and all the work he had done on the Clan would be unravelled as if he was never there. It was a heavy realization Sam had when she was first awoken by Jonathan to the death of Shiftingallegiences, expected to immediately fill her shoes as Leader whilst standing above her dead body. She could see the realization consuming Cosmicknight slowly as he neared the end of his own Leadership term, regret hidden somewhere beneath those angry yellow eyes. She could not read Praguespring so easily. Perhaps that was for the best, with the thin layer of cracking ice between them and the frigid waters of distrust.

"I want to know why it was removed." Sam spoke abruptly, distracted tone acting as an indicator that her thoughts were far from the reason she had approached him in the first place. "You said that those that attended herb trainings and assisted in healing would be awarded with some title, but healing doesn't... work that way, Prague." She spoke cautiously, testing her limits on how much she could say before he ignored her words entirely for the sake of 'being correct'. A nasty habit Jax had. "Healing is complex; requires weeks of dedicated studying. Not occasionally showing up to a class and risking somebody's life trying to heal them with what little knowledge they have so they might have a chance at some recognition." She felt she was already beginning to get carried away, but to even dream of censoring her thoughts on something she felt so passionately about was taboo to Sam. "Maelstrom wouldn't have ever made it to Head Medic if he was required to show up to a public training and fight others for the attention of whatever Medic was unlucky enough to be forced into that task. Your own wife wouldn't have become a Medic, either, if she was forced to approach a Medic to learn more." Sam paused to observe his features, gauge his reaction to her words. "I'm going to assume you've heard about the Medic Assistants?" StarClan, she hoped so. She really hoped he had put a little research into his choice before making it, considering she doubted this was put past the other High Positions- another rant for a different day, however. "Their return would have filled in a self appointed Title beautifully to help the Medics while not disrupting the system already in place. There's no use in fixing something that isn't broken, Prague."

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yess you did hear overwatch B)

!! I'VE HEARD NOTHING BUT GOOD about no man's sky! as well as that one game that was produced by journey's director, which I can't think of the name but I fucking LOVE JOURNEY it's one of my top 3 games so I really really wanna play that new game

YEAH ABZU THAT'S IT
Honestly if it's even half as good as Journey it's worth my money

I don't think I ever saw a playthrough of subnautica, I only know of it via the Internet xD

Yess I love aesthetic games, especially when they have an interpretive plot (side eyes shadow of the colossus & journey) BUT I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE LAST GUARDIAN TO COME OUT EITHER ahh Team Ico is the bomb.com

track ;0

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]Deep breathing. She had to remain calm.

This was the first time she had left WindClan for good. Sam had a handful of dual alliances under her belt, particularly when she would follow after Jailbreak to ensure he did nothing to hurt himself. But leaving without a word felt so... permanent. She was leaving behind everything she cared for, everyone she cherished: Chris and Maelstrom were buried beneath the soil of WindClan's village. Part of Sam wondered if anybody would keep up their graves, continue to deliver flowers to the tombstones Sam had carved: or if she should regularly visit and do such herself. She was leaving behind Eskimokisses and Holydove, both of whom she loved with all her heart. Sam had succumb to the idea that Cos would never return, the boy she cherished like a son leaving her behind without even a farewell. The boy she had led WindClan alongside, the boy she had monitored so he did nothing idiotic to their Clan. The boy she had raised more than his own parents had. Gone. Cosmicknight, Maelstrom, Chris, Camerapaw, Fleecewing, Dan, Felix, Cloudhouse: all of them were reduced to whispers on the wind. There was nothing left for her in WindClan, nothing but heartache and unfamiliar faces. Even their new Leader Praguespring, whom she had watched grow up from an abandoned cub on the border all those months ago, felt like an aloof stranger.

But she did not want to abandon WindClan entirely. Moving away was hard enough for the lioness, yet removing herself entirely was not a feasible possibility. She wanted to reside somewhere that had no affiliation with her old home, somewhere she could reside that was neither ally nor enemy to WindClan. ColouredClan fit the bill, although it had been ages since Sam had dabbled in political matters: she could only hope they remained consistent with their politics. "Samantha Blackwood," the lioness spoke her name to herself in a hushed tone as she made her way to ColouredClan's border, taking a seat patiently as she continued to collect her thoughts. "Moving here from WindClan," Sam summarized quietly, lifting a paw up to tug at the red scarf wound tightly around her neck. She was suddenly beginning to seriously question whether or not this was a good decision: but it was far too late to turn back now. She had nowhere else to go but forward. Sucking in a deep breath, the lioness' hazel-green eyes fluttered shut as she announced her presence.

"Hello? I'm here to join."

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i plan on bringing this sad bean back :')

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]StarClan knew she tried to leave. She tried to escape the shackles she once swore she'd be able to slip out of without ease. But Sam was no longer a confused outsider pining for the companionship of her lost friends. She had grown attached, far more so than she ever intended, to the group she had once been tasked with healing. Leading. Acting as a mentor for those she once told herself she'd be able to leave in the blink of an eye. She had nowhere to go but back, to a place she hadn't called home in years. Since she was a child, naive and new to the world. Sam was not good at letting the past go, however, hopelessly praying that what she held close would one day return to her. Maelstrom, Chris, Fleecewing, Dan, Harborbreeze, Felix. Those she had taken in as her family, adored and loved with no end. All of them were dead, or gone. Cloudhouse and Jax. She respected them, despite the borderline nonstop bickering she would engage with them. Eskimokisses, Jailbreak, Mael... the loves of her life, none of them she had been able to confess to. None of them remained within WindClan. Everything she held dear had been cut out long ago, leaving a husk behind that was quickly filled with unfamiliar faces. She had been with WindClan for a year, a whole twelve months of forcing herself to adapt to a new culture: one she ended up embracing, guiding. Sam did not know the whereabouts of her predecessor, of which disturbed her: she missed him, she missed Cos greatly. No warm face would be present to greet her, that much Sam knew: even the likes of Jonathan and Cherviltea would produce a reaction Sam expected already, bless them.

Maybe if Sam crossed every toe she had and whispered prayers like a mantra, she might be greeted by the familiar face of Win.

The scent of WindClan had long since faded off of her pelt, replaced with the generic scent of thick forest as Sam had moved away from the moors during her leave. Tired eyes danced across the landscape she once traveled through as apart of her daily routine, following the curves of the trails etched into the tall grass as she took a seat near the clearly marked scent border. Strong winds pushed relentlessly at her side, causing her scarf to flutter in response. Tucking her chin down in a vain attempt to minimize the movement of the knitted apparel, hazel-green eyes slid shut as a small sigh drifted from the lioness' maw. To think she was sitting at WindClan's borders to be asked the ever-generic "name and business" question stung both her pride and her heart, as whomever would inquire it wouldn't even know who she was. Wouldn't know her history with the Clan, wouldn't know of the connections that had held her so tightly together at one point. The thick breeze subsided briefly as Sam tucked her ivory stained paws closer to her, eyes fluttering open to glance upward at the dusk-lit skies. Had her cabin been altered, or moved into? Doubtful, considering the person touches plastered all along the inside. Would there be flowers placed at the graves of Maelstrom, Chris, and Tidal?

... Sam doubted anyone cared enough to do such.

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[justify]in order to solidify me keeping up with sam i need to get some plots going for her cx a tl;dr of sam is that she's generally friendly although pretty passive at the moment, generally choosing to follow conversations rather than lead them atm. she's a pacifist and really really hates war & violence, and killing prey in front of her will make her defiant & spiteful toward that character for an indefinite amount of time xp she cares about p much everything a l o t though, and just wants EVERYBODY to be safe & happy. she's really stubborn when it comes to her moral views, though, and will straight up argue with anybody that disagrees with them cx

OPEN TO
- loose friendships!! she could go for some cheering up
- interactions
- teaching your character USELESS skills like making friendship bracelets
- rock climbing w/your character
- ARGUINGGG she hates fighting but she can't back down either
- being a general mom,,, worrying over your hurt character, healing them (she was once head medic she knows what she's doing don't worry), asking them if they're okay, helping them with simple tasks like planting a garden or something

CLOSED TO
- relationships. love just,, isn't that easy for sam
- capture/death/litters/etc. pretty self explanatory xp

IF you have a question about a plot just ask!! i'm down for p much anything B)

track!!

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It was time to begin integrating herself into the community once more: she had holed herself within her cabin for too long now, only emerging to place flowers on the graves of those she held dear before slipping into the shadows once more, sleeping most of the day away and harvesting fruit to store for winter during the nights. Forcing herself to socialize was tough: allowing herself to succumb to depression was no option, however. Sam could recall staying up late with Maelstrom to talk through his problems: how she had adamantly refused to let him go to sleep sad. The double standards she imposed upon herself was almost shameful. Releasing a small sigh, the lioness pushed her way out of her cabin and narrowed her earthen eyes at the sun, gaze flicking up briefly toward the cloudless skies as her lips curled upward slightly. "Meet and greet," the decorated female announced calmly, sweeping down into a seated position as she reflexively reached up to tug at her scarf. It was almost unnerving that she would meet members whom she was unfamiliar with.

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