Posts by LARKSPUR C.L.

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  • THE PLACE WHERE I BELONG ) open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]SHE COUGHED A BIT, BLUE EYES moving to stare up at Lorien. She grimaced as her stomach churned again, squeezing her eyes shut from the pain. She could feel her lymph nodes swelling, leading her to only nod in pain. "Water... Is good..." she muttered, backing up into her hut and crumbling onto the floor. Her attention focused briefly on Shifting, to whom she presented a fleeting smile. "M'fine..." she muttered, flicking an ear as her body heaved again and spilled her stomach once more across the hut.


    She groaned, sticking her tongue out and furiously wiping it to clean it of the disgusting taste. Her passed over Corey, Wendy, Hopeful, and then Rascal, and although she wanted to respond, she didn't open her mouth in fear more bile would come out.
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  • it's a cycle of death : open, m&g

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]MIRA DIDN'T UNDERSTAND HOW SOMEONE COULD have so little faith in themselves, so Hopefuldespair was some enigma to her, yet she still approached him. Despite herself now looking sickly and frail, she greeted him with boundless excitement. "Oh, Sir Whitey!" she chirped, although voice quiet from inflamed nodes and lost voice. "My name is Mira, again!" with that, she aimed to hug him.
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  • Burn me Alive With Love;; Prophetic Nightmare;; Open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]ALARMED BY THE SCREAMS OF HER girlfriend, Mira roused from a sleep so deep it one would nearly think she were dead, life only indicated by the slow rise of her chest. She rose from her nest and dragged herself to Yuriko, desperately wishing she could move faster as she coughed and spluttered her way to her hut.


    She peered inside, disheveled and scrappy from the sickness that seemed to plague her body.


    And... She was crying. Her chest clenched as she looked on, biting her lip in pleading for strength. It's as if just by seeing the one she felt closest to cry could move her to her own tears; and well, it could. The female immediately rushed forwards, pushing past her clanmates to aim and embrace Yuriko. Nightmares, it seemed... She had some, and she knew someone probably shouldn't go through them alone.


    "Yuri..." she murmured, too beginning to cry. "It wasn't real. I love you."
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  • WHAT DO YOU FALL FOR? ) open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]HER ILLNESS MOVED QUICKLY, SWIFTLY MOVING to disable it's host in the most efficient way possible. Sure, at first it looked like a regular cold, but as her days progressed, it began to become clear that Mira was suffering something much more dangerous. She had little desire to groom her once impeccably clean pelt, her ribs poked from her sides from a lack of eating. She sneezed often, her head constantly felt hot, her temples pounded at all times of day.


    Her symptoms had been worsening over her time. She had been walking among the crowds of Shadowclan, carrying a few crayons and a piece of paper among her jaws, smiling at those who passed despite lack of enthusiasm.


    However, she had stopped, jaws having now become too weak to carry the stuff she had wanted to. Glancing down, her vision wavered, and she tried to find the things she had dropped, yet she couldn't. The world spun as she rose her attention, blue eyes glancing to the clanmates around around her. She could make out their movements, and yet their details had become blurred and smudged. She frowned, looking down before the world went dark. Eyes slipping close, the unconscious feline slipped into the dirt.
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  • I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT + open

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]AH, SHE WAS NAUSEOUS, BUT WHO could resist cookies? Bounding forward on now frail legs and disheveled, greasy fur, the female stood close to Rinto, grinning up at him sweetly. "Oh, could I have some cookies sir??" she wondered, flicking an ear.
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  • NO ONE, NO ONE, NO ONE! ;; meeting + changes

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]MIRA SWALLOWED THICKLY, BLUE EYES TROUBLED. She... Didn't like this new side of Span. it was hard to even think, an intrusive thought that dug into her skin like stained teeth. She... Just wanted her old mom back, so much that she didn't even want to think about calling this guy 'Dad'.


    And yet, Dreamkit did so readily. Were they really so impressionable? Sure, she was as well, but she wasn't ready to move on from the body she found washed up on the beach.


    She sat among the throng of her clanmates, brows furrowed, eyes forlorn, ribs poking from her flank. She listened almost solemnly, grimacing everytime the 'Den leader' said 'torture', or 'death'. How awful; Mira was still unsure how so many supported this. Even the kindest in the clan supported making orphans of sons and daughters, making widows of girlfriends and wives, tearing families apart with torture.


    She shook from sheer emotion, nearly missing the whole meeting from her fervored brooding. As it all ended, she spoke, although her voice cracked from the feelings that stirred inside her. "Congrats..." with that, she turned and rushed off, determined to go cry in her hut.
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  • THE STORY OF TONIGHT ) open

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]SHE SULKED IN HER DEN, THINKING rapidly of her mother, er, dad?


    That was it. She didn't want to call him 'dad'. The recent meeting really made her think of it, the unignorable fact that she just didn't like the new Spanishlullaby, a rather rare thing to hear from the young kitten. But you couldn't go around it, Mira wanted to go back in time and keep living with her mother in a separate place, and it wasn't something to be glossed over that she just wanted her adoptive mother back. Because she didn't want to call this one dad.


    Her biological dad was amazing; he caught firebugs with her, took her to play in the leaves of the sky-trees (snow), really taught her the lessons of humanity.


    She couldn't see that in the new side of Span. She couldn't see that in anyone anymore.


    She just wanted to go back to how it once was.


    A tear slipped down her cheek, and she allowed her tail to rest over her nose in a brooding manner. Her eyes forlorn, she coughed occasionally as she silently cried.
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  • WHAT DO YOU FALL FOR? ) open

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]SHE DRIFTED IN THE DARKNESS UNCERTAINLY, corporeal in the abyss that surrounded her. She couldn't move her arms or legs, stuck eternally in the aimless routine of unconsciousness. She remembered looking for her crayons, and feeling the dizziness that hung above her, but that was it. How... How did I get here? she would wonder, attention shifting around the plain of black.


    She felt no body, and yet something went across her ribs. As she floated along, the faint sounds of loud voices were in the distance, and while she felt she was getting closer, she went nowhere at the same time.


    Time passed. An odd calmness settled over her and she could finally feel her feeling return. She was back on earth, clanmates surrounded her. They sounded worried, and while she heard them, their voices were muddled and unclear. Her eyes flickered open, before her face twisted into a grimace and she squeezed her eyes shut as the light poured into them. Ouch, bright. Cautiously blinking her eyes, the blurry shapes of her clanmates finally came into focus. "What..." she murmured quietly, frowning.
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  • Crying out for help // OPEN, SPAN(?) NEEDED

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]WHILE MIRA DIDN'T EXACTLY THINK THIS guy didn't deserve it (surely everyone deserved something they earned before, right?), but Mira did agree that she didn't like him. Frowning, she approached, aiming to cling onto Bubble. She'd wait this out, see what happened, and if it got to be too much... Just leave.
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  • SPARK A NEW FLAME // open

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]MIRA WASN'T FEELING HERSELF LATELY, WITH not only her sickness, her mom literally dying and become a completely different person, but also the fact that they left their previous territory. It was now obvious she didn't like change, because now all she did was wish to go back in time and live in the time where everything was the same as it always had been.


    However, she tried to stay optimistic. For, if she didn't, who would? that's what she thought at least, so as long as she stayed in that position, she would strive to stay hopeful that everything would go back to the same.


    Looking on, the sick kitten grinned at Kotoko, coughing a bit. "Miss Lion!!" she greeted, striving to make her lost voice louder. "is the water nice??" she would have loved to jump in as well, but she didn't know how to swim.
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  • I KNOW THE STARS //open , power discovery// WILL START TO FADE

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]ILL EYES LIGHTING UP, MIRA DIDNT ask any questions as she rushed forwards, sickly body moving to the best will it could. "Miss Purple!! You're shining, like pretty pretty stars!" she chirped with a hoarse voice, grinning up at the female with vague excitement.
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  • AGGRAVATE THE ICE CREAM MAN ◇ OPEN ◇ JOINING

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]THE SICK KITTEN BRIEFLY REMEMBERED SOMETHING about is kind of animal, out of the small selection of memories she could actually collect. What was it...? Ah, yes! They needed water! Poor seal. Bounding forward with a disheveled appearance much unlike her, Mira grinned down at the male, pity flickering in her eyes. "Oh, Sir Forktail! We need to get you to water soon, mister!!"
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  • I WANNA GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO LAYING DOWN + open

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]SHE DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DEAL with something like this. For as long as she had been there, Mira had been in love with life and living her days, she couldn't understand how Rinto wanted to leave it. Frowning, the little girl approached, aiming to hug Rinto firmly. She coughed once before speaking. "Sir Deputy... If you were really useless, how would you get to be a deputy?? Isn't contribution a big part of being deputy??" she asked him, looking up at the male with wide blue eyes.
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  • BROKEN ANGEL, WITH THE SAD EYES;; death + depression prompt

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    /track
    because what
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  • AGGRAVATE THE ICE CREAM MAN ◇ OPEN ◇ JOINING

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]SHE SQUINTED HARD AT HIM, COUGHING once as she searched his tail for anymore fork-like features. Her eyes had gotten blurry ever since she had gotten sick, in fact, her right eye seemed to literally be loosing it color, and vision. She didn't notice though, it had grown numb about a week ago anyways. "Looks fork-like to me, Sir..." she responded, before letting out a bashful trill of laughter and continuing on. "Welcome to Shadowclan Sir! My name is Mira; I could show you to the lake??"
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  • WHAT DO YOU FALL FOR? ) open

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]HER VISION WAVERED, EVERY LIGHT LIKE a solar beam burning her eyes. Well, one of them at least; her right eye didn't feel anything anymore, with was dull, colorless, unseeing. She hadn't noticed it, but that was probably because she spent so much of her time unconcious now. Her pupils shuddered as they moved to Greece, keeping him in focuse for a few seconds before slipping shut. She didn't know what he said; too tired.


    The slight brush of fur roused her briefly, her useful eye slowly moving to glance at Span. It kept him clear for a moment, before resulting into blurriness.


    She moved close to him, feeling comforting memories move around her, as if arms of an angel. They were blurry, vague, but she could make out the colors intermingling into a hug, so she mimicked. "Daddy..." she whimpered softly, a tear slipping down her cheek as she aimed to cling to the leg of Span.
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  • it's all about strategy ; joining

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]PERHAPS IF MIRA WASNT SO SICK, she would've bounded up as she usually did, but now she only dragged. Her fur disheveled, breathing quick, right eye lost of color and dull, she looked like a mess,next she still went around. She couldn't even feel her right eye anymore, much less see out of it... But she didn't understand it too much, so she went along with it.


    He was... Spotted? She couldn't keep him in focus for too long, sos he just decided to assign that physical feature to him, even if she wasn't sure. "Yup! It's Shadowclan!" She seemed cheerful, despite her hoarse voice. "Nice ta' meetcha Mister! My name is Mira; I can show you around?? Or make you a drawing?" she paused, the eye she could actually feel lighting up briefly. "Or we could find flowers together?? The flowers in the forest are so very pretty mister!!"
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  • WHAT DO YOU FALL FOR? ) open

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    /retro to sick unconsciousness


    [size=9pt]SHE LET HER EYE ROVE OVER the things around her, finally settling her left optic onto the pink crayons she had dropped. She reached for them feebly, finally grasping the pink and weakly drawing a smiling cat onto the paper. It smiled up at her, letting her smile back before crumbling back into a slumped position at a bout of strong headaches. Fatigue littered her body. She felt like she was flying again, only knocked from it as she noticed Radio.


    "My tummy and head hurts..." she murmured, raising her two eyes to him, one optic dull and glassy, as if it had been dead for a bit. "The world is flying sometimes, but I just want to go back to sleep." her voice grew hoarse as she went on, before falling silent, a few more tears slipping from her eyes.
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