Posts by StellaFaber

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Don't know if any of you remember dear old little Stella Fracta Faber, but she's coming back tommarow, hopefully - with her original roleplayer. Don't worry if you don't know her, I'm a pretty old Roleplayer and she's four years old real time.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Being dead was a harsh experience. The afterlife was always twisting and pulling and grabbing at you, morphing into the perceived afterlife the cats of the living envisioned. Stella had wondered this morbid plane of life for what felt like nearly a millennia, losing most of what she had once been. The earliest she remembered was Paleo, and flashing eyes.

When she found an ancient bond tugging at her, a surge of a new filling welcomed her. She followed the sudden burst of love, finding a name and a black wolf waiting in her memories. Her sister, Melantha. Somehow, the bond once held between the two of them was calling her back.

So Stella resigned herself and waded back through the dreary tides of the recently dead and their mourning souls, reaching into the body of a pup being birthed - the strain of coming into this world was too much, and it would never make it much past leaving the womb. Sending a prayer and guiding the small soul was easy - Stella had an eternity of experience under her belt - she slipped into it's body, suddenly hit with memories of the first time she came into the world.

Inching towards her mothers belly was instinctual, while it took a moment to find a food source. She wormed against her siblings, determined to make it there first. The lapping of her mother's tongue warmed her tan fur, the sudden realization she had wings hitting her. She tried to stretch them out, getting a feel for the feathery appendages.

I've been gone for like a year - can we curse still?

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Are we allowed to curse still?
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Stella was confounded.

What the * was this place?

Where the * was the desert? And her family, the Fabers? Melantha, Corbett, Cataclysm, Darky, Jacky? If she knew life was this lonely, that so many of her time had passed, she might not have returned. Yet, there was something dying in this clan, and being the determined, loyal bloodclanner she was, she knew she had to fix it.

As for her memories, Stella had nothing that extended past knowing Paleo Harbringer. Cringing slightly, the small pup remembered the not-so-great times she had with him, and how betrayed she felt when he hadn't chosen her.

Another thing the small pup was thankful for was the silence. She'd only finally gotten away from her new doting 'mother', and her two litter mates. Being the only one of three to be born with wings, she still felt lucky. Thinking of the strange appendages, she stretched the tawny feathers out in the sunlight. What a strange occurrence. In her day, there wasn't such a thing around BloodClan.

Maybe she would settle here in the sun dappled clearing, pondering who was left of her old friends.
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OH MY GOD
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"Fuck off." The pup said nonchalantly, giving the raccoon a long glance over. She appraised the lean form of his body and the way the dappled shadows molted his body into blending in. Repicking her words, she continued in a light tone.

"I'm Stella Faber." Well, that was the half truth, she was also Merci.
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The small wolf pup smiled at the newcomers, an old kind of wisdom flashing through her icy grey eyes. She looked over Jace and his now powerful body, a reminder of when Bloodclan had only newly begun accepting such big cats. Now, they seemed as common as grass.

"Yes, I was Cataclysm's and Jackie's daughter, once upon a time. I used to be a good friend of Paleo Harbringer, Corbett Faber, and Darkpaw." She paused, letting the sadness tightening the back of her throat slide away. "I was a bloodclanner born four years ago [in real time]."
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"I'll go," The six month pup stepped up, white fur stark against her tawny wings. Sure, her body was as brandnew as a child's, but Stella had years under her belt of training, raised in the way of the old bloodclanners. She could do this, small or not.

She didn't feel the need to ask her mother's permission either - surely Obscuro would vouch for her, knowing that while Stella was greatful and loved the wolf like a mother, that she could handle herself.
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"You're doing everything right." Stella soothed her mother, looking down upon the slender serval's body, fighting away the apathy she felt. Surely she hadn't just tried to kill herself? Stella almost felt angry, having just come back to life herself. The afterlife was a place of horror, not the release many sought.

"You just can't do that," She whispered, remembering the thing that she fought for, the reason she stood on this ground instead of drifting between shadows. She had found something to die for, and now she was going to live for it.
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"Good catch." White pelt glimmering in the dappled moonlight, the tawny wolf slid out from the shadows to greet her mother, trying to hide the fact she was slightly winded. She eyed the black creature with curiosity, knowing there was many untold stories behind her new mother. How much would she ever learn?
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Stella's head snapped up, eyes narrowed and focused on the newcommer. What did she just say?

"Mel?" She took a moment, composing herself. Mel was still alive? Out of the five or seven or so children born in her litter, she wasn't the last! Even now, she could feel the bond they once shared pulling at her - having been what dragged her back to life. "My sister is alive?"
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"Deputy, huh?" Stella laughed, thinking of the once moody and serious kitten she had once been. Hadn't she always had black fur? Stella chalked it up to luck, or maybe bad luck, that she always wore her emotions on her fur. "No wonder I can still feel our bond. Hey, whatever did happen to Bloodclan? It used to be so critical and hard."
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She pondered the Racoon's words, taking a moment to look at the gathered crowd. Yes, perhaps Bloodclan was still blood thirsty, but it seemed to lack the luster it once had, and was far past its former glory in her eyes.
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"Thankyou." The pup gave her a flashing smile before dipping down to rip her teeth into the still warm body. The flesh teared beneath her canines, drawing the delicious blood to the surface. Fresh food always tasted crisper than from a Fresh kill pile. She remembered how bloodclan had always been a catch what you eat kind of deal.
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Stella backtracked at the sight of such a large beast entering camp, it's massive hide gleaming with how the sunlight reflected off the clean fur. She didn't know quite what to make of the sight, surprised over all.

"Nice bod." She commented with a light smile, meaning it as a compliment, rather than a flirtation.
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Stella arrived on the scene, the wolf pup an ancient soul with years of training under her belt. As a bloodclanner, this fight would be easy; her young canines were still sharp from being young; her small body willing and able, bursting with energy; her small size and lean form making her dexterous and fast.

She was ready.
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what it says in the title
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Maybe when she's a bit older, but yeah they could have an interaction thread.
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Sure! You can make it if you want ^.^
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Sure! ^.^
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Stella wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten here, but here she was, on some island, sitting in a middle of a patch of flowers. The wolf didn't quite know what to do besides, look at the growing beauties around her.
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