Posts by VICTREE

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it won't go away, the fullness of feelings[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]The red-and-yellow lion felt her mane flow like water in the wind. Birds sang songs of a time before this one; the grass crunched with the familiar softness of life; bees droned on and on for the impending future, and yet ...

Well, we don't want to think of how this story ends again, now, indeed.

Her dull eyes glossed over the land. Say you want to join, ask to be taken to the camp, get someone to help you around ... Then, help these guys, I guess. I don't really have much to do. From what she heard, these guys were pretty cool, but that was probably a lie. Her choice didn't matter, though; most folk were evil. Therefore, what decision could she make that did matter, anyways?

With eyes like the last breath of a dying soul, she released a heavy exhale. Carefully, she placed her steps across the chess board of life. Everything she was doing was predetermined. Her thoughts on it all ... they would be crushed very soon. And she wished so very dearly that things could be different.

Why am I so isolated? First in birth, now in life, and some day ... "Tch. This place is really fat, with how everyone's taking so long to get to me." She chuffed a bit, kind of like a nervous steam train. "Ah, but I guess it's ... worth the weight!" If nobody hears that, gosh, I have to repeat it. I've been working on it literally all day.

/ will make subby l8er sk8er m8er ... pot8er
Y'know. Since, uh, it's 12:00 AM where I'm at gAH[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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it won't go away, the fullness of feelings[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]The lion seemed amused, but her frown drooped on her lips. "Victree. And I'm joining, yes. That's the norm around here." She lashed her tail. When did people not join a Clan? There was so very few rogue-life these days; heck, it was probably safer to live as a rogue. However, times had changed recently. Victree couldn't go back to her old life. It wasn't really her decision.

The lion merely glanced and nodded in Shiftingalliances direction. She gave a petite smile toward the hefty creature, glad that her curse hadn't taken its effects on the leopard.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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it won't go away, the fullness of feelings[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]Cobra? WindClan must've been a Clan that relied on strength. No surprise there. He's got quite the pendant, but ... it might not be as mysterious as he thought. It's probably from a Twoleg ... maybe I'm wrong, I guess. What to say ...

"Cool. By the way, thanks, kiddo ..." However, her plan was interrupted as a sudden rush of WindClanners appeared out-of-the-blue. The red and yellow lion fluttered her eyes in surprise, having not expected so many people to show up. She had to admit, it was quite crowded now.

"Well, well, well! Don't we have quite the ... quirky bunch, here, huh?" She smiled very gently, though it was hard to hide how overwhelmed she felt. The last time she'd seen so many faces, it was back when she still lived with her Tribe. Now that she thought about it, it'd felt like seasons since she'd been to her old, volcano-infested territory, but in reality it'd only been a few days.

"Erm, thanks, you guys. Uh, but, yes, I'd like to ... go to a cabin. Now, if I may." She tried not to glance at the scary skeletal beast in front of her, nor the robotic, yet oddly charming robot. She inched toward Mountainpaw, Cobra and Shiftingalliances, her tail wavering like a frightened dog. Instinctively, the lion straightened her shoulder muscles, her masculine features becoming a bit more prominent.

"I-, uh, it's been nice seeing you, though! Uh ..."

What is this place?! There's no way those guys were real ... but they were! Maybe they're former kittypets or something ... I've heard a lot of weird stuff about them. Maybe that's it ... yeah, probably. No way real guys like that'd ever show up around here. I'll just get away for a little bit and talk to them later ... I hope they don't notice how scared I am. Rats ...[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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it won't go away, the fullness of feelings[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]Interaction thread with Victree? (i can make the thread!)[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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it won't go away, the fullness of feelings[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]I'd like the 'This character is a WindClanner who was not born in WindClan!' badge. Thanks in advance, bud![/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]Victree quickly felt isolated and utterly clueless about what was going on here. Just like that, she was confused about the cultures of the Clan. Great.

"Sooo ... what's going on? I'm new here, so I don't know how to date and all, or what dating even is ..." The lion went a bit rigid in the knees, as if the breeze had locked her legs up with invisible chains.

She glanced around like a lost puppy. Her eyes spelled out the phrase 'what-is-this-even' with a simple flicker of light. The lion's tomato-red cheeks seemed to brighten up a bit. She could feel the moist, soft, humid ground below her paws as she mellowly kneaded the ground with her claws. I really should ask for help ... but I'm not sure who from, exactly.

Awkwardly, she arrested her paws from the dirt and brushed off the brown grit on the grass. Then, she composed herself and walked toward Mountainpaw since he was the only guy Victree really knew. "This place sure is a far cry from home ... Ack, uh, I also just realized that I think I forgot your name. Sorry."[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]The scent of wind was fresh on her woolly vermilion coat, yet already, the Clanner was wandering away from home. There were worse things to come, however; the mindless zombie walked past the boundaries of WindClan's territory. Still, the glazed, far-off look in her eyes were fixed in place for a purpose, although the brash eye likely wouldn't catch onto that at first. Her paw-prints tracked off in a straight path from the breezy moors.

The lion's shoulders drooped with fatigue while her eyebrows were knitted together in a profound expression of desolation. She muttered whispers to herself. One might deduce that she'd seen a murder, but if that was so, where was the abhorrent stench of passing? The female soon shut her trap and stopped in place, her tail hanging loosely in the air like a noose. "I'm not an idiot ... so why do I feel like one?"

There's a volcano, but ... no, this isn't my family's Tribe, so I haven't gone to then. I wonder when and where I'm at?[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]Here it is! clickety-click! =^)[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]"Huh? ... Did you, uh, say something?" Victree craned her broad head over her shoulder and blinked her huge, round eyes. The visionaries shined like smooth, bubbly marbles.

She shook out her long, frizzy mane; then, gave a short mumble about how much she regretted not grooming it well enough. Self-consciously, she plodded over to the kid, a silence taking over her. The lion didn't think she looked like a million bucks today, but maybe this kid would think otherwise. Or maybe he'd be brutally honest because he didn't know any better way to act.

Either way, at least he wasn't a horrible atrocity like her; although, she wouldn't exactly categorize herself as a hideous monster. That's probably what I actually look like, though ...

"Hey," she murmured, her voice a mellow, cloudless sky and as fluid as ocean water.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]"Ah ..." Her fluffy yellow tresses shifted while she leaned her head back to think. Memories of a smile similar to this one popped up in her brain. Her mind grasped for them, recalling the scary skeletal creature she'd seen before. She made a face before pushing the thought to the back of her mind. Now was not the time.

Her shoulders gave a bouncy roll backwards as she thought onward. "Well," she began, "my name's Victree, I guess ... Why do you need to know?" The child seemed too sweet to have a pure motive for talking to her. He had to be ... certainly, a sickly sweet youngster.

I shouldn't talk to him. He'll just make me feel worse ... The feline's chin tilted back down. She got a good look at the kid's face and frowned, almost as if she'd seen a ghost ...[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]/ can i just say that you did a really, really good job writing that? it was a really sad and heart-warming scene and just ... wow. i'm seriously loving your characters right now!

The sickening feeling that usually hung over her grew stronger now. It clutched at her throat and made her eyes begin to feel sore. The old gal's dead body was held in such ... an unreal position. The limbs and such ... without the muscles working, the she-cat looked a lot like a ragdoll now. Poor guy. She lowered her head, feeling numb and hollow inside.

Before she knew it, she'd followed Bugbuzz a few long moments after he left camp. Death wasn't just something 'people got used to,' but death could get used to people. The first few times, it was entirely and completely shocking; after a few more, it was numbing; then, after that, it was ... cold. It wasn't traumatic, but it wasn't exactly happy either. It was horrible.

"S- ... Sorry," she murmured after realizing where she'd gone. "but ... I can help, if you want me to ... if you need it ..." She almost wanted to entirely leave, but her strong sense of justice kept her in place. Her grief for the situation kind of made her feel as if no one had ever been in that she-cat's body at all ... and part of her believed it, for now. She knew how she'd really feel later.

"I mean ... I have experience with stuff like this ... so ..."

Maybe ... Maybe I should be quiet ... I mean, h- he probably needs a moment to realize what's happening and ... well, to shake himself out of the mists of his misery, right now ...[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]Victree didn't like the whole 'magic' trend that was going around town here. It was weird and probably unsanitary. And being in a fusion sounded horrible anyways! You'd get mixed up and spun around and then the other person could probably be able to tell that you scratched your butt a while ago and didn't clean your paws off. No, that definitely wasn't her kind of thing; especially not with such a group of weird tinder heads!

The raspberry hued lion shook her head before heading off to sit on the porch of her cabin.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]She felt crestfallen at Lunar's words. There was probably some kind of custom to mourn people that she knew nothing about. "Should I be ... doing something? I'm not ... well, I wasn't born in WindClan. I joined not too long ago ... I'm sorry.

"M- Maybe I shouldn't ... be here ... ?" She hoped to receive some kind of instructions or feedback. The scene was likely as uncomfortable for her as it was for everyone else. Today's just a bad day. But that wasn't how she'd feel later. I wish I'd never walked outside, at this point. And then, maybe, bad things wouldn't have happened ... Maybe I just bring bad luck wherever I go ...[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]Victree was on her first hunting patrol at WindClan and she had to say, they were probably the most boring, most somber and most sad things about her day. At least she didn't need to get used to the atmosphere of the job or anything. She felt like this a lot lately, but sooner or later, she'd feel better. I have to, or else I'll be miserable for a really long while ...

As she split off to chase down the scent of mice, the shrill, female scream caught her attention. "Wh- What?" Was that ... Was that an actual person, calling for help? Or was it just her imagination? It was really quiet ... "Hello ... ? If anyone's out there and you can hear me, please, yell back again!!"

Apprehensive and tense, she awaited the stranger's reply.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]maybe we can see what happens if vic accidentally freezes her in time? unless you don't want to do that; then, i'm up for interaction + au threads of any kind =^3[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]Victree's look grew even more concerned when Lunar shifted into a phoenix. She slowly trotted up to the phoenix. "You should give it a rest. The best thing for him is to be alone ... Checking on him later might be a good idea, though. I don't want him to be hard on himself for this or something, so we should make sure he eats, too." Hopefully he wasn't about to hang himself. I don't even know his name ...[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]"But didn't he say he didn't want to talk about it? Wouldn't it be more respectful if you left him alone and then talked about it later? I mean ... I guess it'd be a good idea to watch him and all, but I don't really want to interrupt his mourning. He might be unstable after the incident ..." Victree knew she certainly was, but she didn't know if this stranger knew how to deal with such things like a gentleman.

"I mean, what is there to fix here? It just seems mean to bug him about it ..." She looked at the grave, wondering who the dead body was. His mate? His sister? Maybe even his child?

Hopefully, it's not his mom, either, but it doesn't really matter who it is. Anyone being dead is bad, no matter if they're wicked witches or noble knights, or even the middle ground. Her heart strings were tugged toward the scene a bit, which caused a tidal wave of despondency to wash over her. "I'm sorry to intrude, but ... I can help, if you want. I have big paws ..." Such a fact could often be awkward to mention, but now, all she felt was desperation to help the poor boy.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]Ouch ... that's his mom. I hope the fiery-bird-person isn't too self-conscious about it. I can relate to making big mistakes like that ... a lot of them. "Any time you need me, I'm there for you," she rumbled back in a hushed tone, though it was still pretty loud. Lion's voices tended to be rather vociferous; still, she gave the voice her best shot.

She dipped her maned head to the small lad before walking toward the dig site in an austere fashion. As she placed her paws on the soil to get to work, she noticed that the soil was particularly ... damp. Well, most dirt was, but this was different. It was fresh. Looking up at the tree, she couldn't see any dewdrops and so her mind fell back on the most likely explanation for the phenomenon. He's crying.

Unsure if she should mention the detail aloud, she shrugged the topic aside to discuss at a later date, or never at all if she really had to. Then, she drew an outline in the dirt with a claw; took a quick glance at the body Lunar had carried (albeit, with a fearful flinch at how odd it looked); and finally began to carve out the grave in smooth motions with her crimson paws, creating two piles of dirt off to the side. She'd make sure to not only give the tom's mother a proper burial, but an aesthetically pleasing one as well. While she couldn't quite say she was happy, it did feel good to help someone else in need.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

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"Oh. That is ... odd." She paused and thought, This Clan is full of the strangest traditions ... Nevermind that, though. The lion focused on the task at hand. "Well, I think I'm the only here right now, but one friend is quite alright, isn't it? Having more isn't too much of a necessity ..." I hope he's not too sad to be all by his lonesome. He's probably doing one of these activities because he has no one to play with.

"Ermm, so-- am I supposed to introduce more about myself or are you, or ... ?" The lion shook her head, but smirked like someone who'd just been caught in the act. "Gah, I have no clue how things work around here. It's mildly frustrating, to state the least of my worries! I only joined a day or so ago; and yet, judging by your looks, you were raised here, right?"[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #FFCD57; bordercolor=transparent wheat transparent wheat; width: 400px; height: 50px;]

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= tomato; bordercolor=transparent wheat wheat wheat; height: 200px; width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 360px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: #180303; text-align: justify;]I can make it by tomorrow (aka Friday of this week!) so I'll make it. =^) I'll send you an invite to it when it's done.[/fancypost][/fancypost]