Posts by Captain Rae

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"Hello there," the white wolf said as she padded up. "My name is Winter, who might you be?"

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Winter was drawn to the scene by the two young Windclanners, Praguekit and Blitzpup. Pragukit she knew, but Blitzpup she hadn't had the pleasure of officially meeting yet. She did'nt think she would at this rate. She came to see Jonathan's dead body on the ground. Her gasp came only after the tiger cub's and younger wolf's comments, which had her stomach churning and her feel sick.

"N-no, you cannot eat him," her usually warm tone iced over a bit. "This is… was Jonathan Toews, a WindClan advisor. A friend… And a g-good guy, who will be missed greatly."

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Ah what happened! Whyyyyyyyy
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Winter did look again, realizing her mistake. A mere loner, not the advisor. She had known Jonathan for a while, since she joined a few months back, but she hadn't seen him much lately. Could that have been why she made her mistake? Or was it just because of tge lack of sleep the night before? It was possible that it was both.

She shook her head. "It still isn't right Prague," was all the wolf could say, slightly embarassed by her mistake. "Sorry," she muttered to the cub.

She shifted uncomfortably when Jonathan arrived, now more embarassed by her hasty comment.

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Oh my god now i feel like such an idiot. Then again posted at like 3 or 4 in the morning so i guess i didnt fully read it. Sooorrryyy :P
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Winter arrived to the game, curious. "I'll play," she said, a little rushed.

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Ah, Winter, when will you learn to simply keep your mouth shut?
Once again, she found herself speaking before thinking. Hadn't she been taught better? Now she remained silent, still knowing it was wrong. To her, eating another of her own kind was horrific. The though of becoming a cannibal and eating a wolf made her slightly sick. Though she knew the tiger cub made some good points, she still felt it wrong. Wise as the cub's words may be, she would not argue over the matter of eating another wolf.

Play mute, Winter. Don't say a single word.

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The white wolf would have agreed with Bruce on the "spicing up the territory" idea. However, skulls were an… odd choice for WindClan. They were not like anticlans that would use skulls to intimidate trespassers. The skulls would have bern nice during Halloween, but in the middle of spring? She had to admit, she wasn't overly fond of the sight of the skulls or gore, but as an aspiring apprentice, she was learning to get used to it.

She returned her attention to the hanging skulls and the question of where they all came from.

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Finally, someone that understood.

"Yes, thank you…" she realized she didnt know the feline's name.

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Very rushed

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[size=12][color=white][glow=blue,2,300][font=Times New Roman]i am so sorry for not posting soonerbut school has gotten in my way. I promise i will post as soon as i can but right now i cannot.
also bumping

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The caracal's scent was vaguely familiar to Winter. Redbird, she recalled. There was just so much going on at the moment that it took her several moments to try and remember his name. Merely an acquaintance from a sparring match or two, possibly a meet and greet; she couldn't remember where they had met. Despite the fact that her primary focus this past week had been finding her boyfriend, who had disappeared to her dismay, she remembered hearing about Redbird's disappearance too.

She trotted up cautiously. "Re– err…" Stars, she wasn't even sure if this was WindClan's missing caracal! What if it was someone else? Riiiight, a caracal with Red's scent is just some random feline? Brilliant Winter. Not sure what to say, her attention suddenly snagged on the mark on his flank. "D-do you need a medic, Mister…?"

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Sorry ifit doesn't make much sense, been up all night :\

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Winter walked up silently, still depressed after Mal's disappearance. She thought to herself, maybe this will help take my mind off of… him. she had considered planting some roses outside her house for a while. Their sweet smell and lovely appearance wouuld suit her quaint cabin. "I'll join I guess," she mumbled as she sat down.

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This was the second time. She had only heard of the first attack Dusk made on Cake. Now it was happening again, to Padmé this time. Though the wolf had been depressed since Mal's disappearance, she quickly became alert when she heard the commotion and came over. Any signs that she hadn't been sleeping the past few night washed away. She stood silent beside Livepaw, watching the scenario play out. Stars, I really hope Padmé's okay... why does this keep happening?

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Winter picked out some rose seeds. Quietly thinking to herself, she was so deep in thought that Wraithstatic's comment made her jump. She turned her head in their direction, then gazed down at the ground as she listened to them. In her opinion, the way he delivered his question deserved the answer that was given to him. She considered saying this, but let out a loud, heavy sigh instead.

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Blood. The metallic scent filled her nostrils. But something was different. No. His blood? Malachite. Here, he's back. She ran across the field, past the borders, to a lake, to a trail of his scent going cold. She followed it, leaving behind muddy pawprints. She found herself walking farther into the forest, now catching another scent. One so old she had nearly forgotten it. Her own brother. Ryu's blood. She found herself at an all too familiar cave, though it was blurred with the tears coming into her eyes.

"N-no… stars, no."

One wolf's body, shot in the head and staring back at her with glazed over blue-grey eyes. "Ryu... R-Ryu. I'm sorry. I-I never said goodbye." The Saddness only lasted a few minutes before she got another whiff

But then where was Mal's scent coming from? Tears still streaming down her face, she continued past her old home trying to find her boyfriend. His scent was just getting colder and colder. Just too fast. She ran, not wanting to lose the scent. He might be in trouble. He might need help. He might- but there he was. Standing there only a few yards away, smiling at her. Those Beautiful silver optics bright and sparkling. He was here. She just needed to go to him. Tell him how much she loved him, that all she wanted was to be with him forever, that she loved him more than the stars, the moon, or anything else in the world. She wanted to finally kiss him, to be brave enough to make the first move.

A gunshot—

She woke up with a scream. The nightmare. Her brother, dead. Malachite. "M-Mal…" She was choking on tears and did all she could to hold them back. Not Mal. She heard the gunshot, but just before she jolted awake screaming, she saw the bullet, where it was heading. More than likely it was simply the knowledge of what Tragic event came next that woke her up, not the gunshot. But it still echoed in her head. BANG! It just replayed over and over.

She sucked in a breath. Then gasped with a little shriek. She was smelling blood. Mal's blood. She looked up, then began shaking her head and wimpering, "No, no no no. Stars, please, no." The walls of her own room were… bleeding. They bled his blood, slowly coming down to the floor. The white wolf's breathing accelerated as she stared in horror. A hallucination. It had been ages since she'd had one. And the last time, Ryu had been there through the vision and comforted her. But he had only helped her through them, kept her to reality for a sshort time before another occurred. But since she met Malachite they never happened. Ryu eased the pain; Mal drove it all away. But he wasn't here anymore. He wasn't here to make her smile and laugh and take her mind off the problems. So they were here now.

She began hyperventilating, trying to hold back the bloodcurdling screams that would be sure to wake the whole camp. Though it was really already to late to worry about waking anyone considering her first scream would have already gotten someone's attention.

She shrunk back against the wall, feeling the warm blood through her thick fur. She shut her eyes and wished it would go away. But wishing did her no good. She was never able to make it through a hallucination alone. Definitely wasnt going to happen now. She cried a little bit, wishing that someone was here to help. Anyone. J-j-just please help m-me…

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I swear this is the longest post i have ever done. someone do a word count for me plz xD Don't need to match the length unless you really really want to.
took me almost two whole hours to write all this.
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The look Winter caught on Kate's face combined with the next insult made the wolf snap.

"Alright, that's enough," she snapped at Wraith, a snarl forming. "Apologize the her. Now."

Winter was depressed, but the way this guy was treating Kate? No. She wouldn't want it happening to her adopted son or to her boyfriend, and she sure as hell wouldn't want it to happen to any fellow clanmates. She glanced at Stevie, the first to aid Kate. Much braver than the white wolf was, but Winter would still keep a icy glare on Wraith, who was still hurling insults.

"How dare you..." she growled lowly at the fu dog.

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Edit: couldn't see Livepaw's post at first! Sorry :)
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Winter finally realized that this argument was more of a game to the canine. Instead of blowing up and doing something stupid, she took a breath. This wasnt her; she never picked fights like this person. She wasnt going to have Mal return to find her acting worse than this fool.

"Just ignore him. It's anything to get attention. Even if it means acting like a childish ass." She looked at Kate with a smile. "I think that this gardening idea is wonderful Kate." Casting one last glare at the fu dog. Winter stood up, turned her back to him, and began ignoring.

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It's not so much your opinion as it is your delivery. she thought, knowing those would be the words coming out of her mouth if she was still giving the fool her attention. Aw what the heck, just one more little bit. Maybe it will get through that thick head.

"If you learned to respect others around you and keep your own opinions to himself, then perhaps then you wouuld have less trouble."
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Winter cowered on the pillows, eyes shut tight just trying to escape the smells and the blood and the world. Locksmith had entered her room, asking why she was shaking in a warm room and why she was crying. You just dont understand... the walls... are bleeding. His blood. she thought, not being able to speak while crying so hard. At first, forgetting that it was a hallucination, she couldnt understand how he didnt see the blood covering the walls or smell it either.

Anothe person came rushing into the room. Why cant you smell it? How can you not see it? Why am i the only one? The voice was familiar. Boypaw. She looked at him, tears flowing nonstop out of her ice blue eyes. "You're okay now. Can you take deep breaths for me? She inhaled shakily then let it out slowly. Only more blood. "Whatever it is, it's not real." But it just looked so real! She could smell it, feel the warmth. How could it not be real?

"B-b-but the w-walls," she barely managed to get out over the tears. "So much b-b-blood and... I... d-d-dont know why." Why wont they stop? Why now? Why couldn't he stay? It was all so confusing. Too much to handle at once and now she was losing her mind. Bleeding walls.

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Winter lay alone in her cabin. She had barely slept since now most night were plagued with bad nightmares and dreams of his return. The nightmares mainly concerned Mal; she was worried something might happen and she didnt know what. Too many nightmares to count. The dreams were simply too realistic. She would find herself crying a little afterwards if it was about him. But last night was okay. She didnt wake up trying to stifle screams and choke down tears. Though she did replay herself walking into his cabin silently to find he was gone. She reminded herself each time she placed the braclet he'd left for her that he would be back. She didnt know when, but she trusted he would come back.

A breeze blew through the open window on her left, but something that it carried made her leap to her paws. His scent? Was he really back? She scrambled to the door, opening it and racing out of camp. She hoped and prayed that this wasnt a dream. And if it was, then she never wanted to wake from it ever. As the white wolf got closer to the border, she slowed down a bit. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it woukd end like all the others...

No, he was there and he looked better. His silver eyes were brighter than they had been before and he was smiling. She stared, speechless. This wasnt a dream. She knew it. Because in each dream she would only see his silhouette and then the whole thing would fade away as she woke up. On the inside, she was elated; on the outside, though, all she could do was murmur just loud enough, "Y-you're… home!" She finally crossed the few feet away from him, past the honourguard Praguekit, and gently buried her face in the fur around his neck. She smiled, so happy that he was back and sighed contently.

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So happy! Took me a while to rewrite since stupid nook decided to close my windows. Welcome back!
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Winter had been close to the Medics Den, hoping she might find Thomas the kit there, but was suddenly hit by a brown blur. She fell the ground hard, making several bruises and a minor scratch on her pawpad where it had skid against a rock.

"Stars above, what was that!?" She picked herself up, then looked in the direction of the streak that had knocked her over. She cautiously came closer to the bush saying, "Hey, you okay?" She stopped a foot or two away from whatever had bolted out of the den like a bat out of hell now hiding in bush of thorns.

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