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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]test


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]Stop. She wanted it to stop.


    The vixen heard voices. She knew she was possessed, she knew she had an elder spirit inside of her, but she didn't think the voices would come to be this loud. Her paws traced the dirt that was below her, as she stayed in a fierce and rebellious pose. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She knew that the possession would make her stronger, hell, she'd finally be able to protect herself, but was this the cost? Spirits? Death? Voices?


    "Oh darling, what are you hearing?" Anastasia inquired mentally, and Rosemary shook her head. She didn't know. She didn't know what she was hearing. She was hearing whispers. "I don't understand. I don't understand!" The young girl screamed, small flames flickering around her. Her elemental powers were getting out of control. "Oh, but you do know. Who do you hear? Who does it sound like? Say the name. Say the name!" Her spirit yelled again, and Rosemary winced this time. "I don't know the damn name! What do you want me to do? Ask?" Rosemary spoke calmly this time, her bitter tone elevating slightly at the words don't and know. "I need to know where my family is, Rosemary." Her spirit stated, and the vixen simply shook her head in frustration. "I said I don't know!" And then it hit her. It wasn't a name she had heard.


    "Your family is dead." Rosemary spoke louder this time, taking a step forwards. "So shut the hell up." And then it all went silent. The flames flickered away. Her heart stopped pounding. All that could be heard was the gentle rustle of leaves.


    / ok sorry if this is super confusing!!! but rose is currently in the loner lands & super mad bc she was possessed by one of my older characters & she also has the sight and is schizophrenic!! rip rosemary

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]Rosemary had never been maimed, nor had she ever been injured in a fatal way. She wasn't planning on it, either; but with her newfound abilities and her spirit that had made quite a few enemies, it was almost expected that the past would catch up to her eventually.


    She liked to be alone, but as of right now? She wasn't even sure if alone was a word in her vocabulary.


    A voice allured her from her state of confusion, and the Harbringer took a step back to find herself gazing at Cade face-to-face. Her eyes burned with a sense of anger almost as she gazed at Cade. She found herself biting back a snarl, until he spoke.


    He sounded the same, at least to Rosemary. He sounded like he used to- but his voice had become a lot deeper, his body injured and worn. The vixen narrowed her eyes, unsure on what she was actually dealing with. This was probably her mind playing tricks. It wasn't reality. This wasn't her brother. "You..." Rosemary spoke, taking a step backwards only to find herself staring at the male right in the eyes. "Tell me, is this real?" Rosemary asked the spirit gently, hoping, praying that it was her brother standing in front of her and not someone that wanted her dead. Not someone that wanted to hurt her. "It's real," her spirit confirmed bitterly.


    "You're alive. You.. where the hell have you been?" Rose inquired as she attempted to pull herself into an embrace with Cade. "It's.. it's Rose.. I missed you. Y'know, you missed out on a lot."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]Never in a million years did she think she'd find herself upon Shadowclan's borders. Especially like this.


    There was always Hawkclan- a place she found herself rarely. She didn't want to stay there, not like this, not when she could hurt others. Rose was possessed, she had been for a long time, and with all her newfound powers? She had to sacrifice a great deal of concentration into not wounding someone. It was really quite the struggle.


    "Oh come on, Rosemary, Shadowclan? Why not somewhere more exciting? The Exiles, perhaps?" The spirit in her head suggested crudely, but Rosemary shook her head no. "No, that's a disgrace to my family.. to everyone I love. I can't go there." The vixen spoke in response, gazing down at the earth as she waited at the border. "It's okay. I'm learning control. I'm learning and they'll help me. You just.. you can't ask so much of me, okay? I can't control this." Her ability to see in the future, her clairvoyance was very limited. She could only see things that wanted to be seen, if that even made sense.


    It took her a little bit to gather her emotions, to shut everything off and to focus. Joining Shadowclan would be good for her. It had to be. "I'm Rosemary.. I'd like to join.. Shadowclan. Please."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]oh my god i forgot i had to do the dishes oops


    i try to keep my nails looking on point but honestly 99% of the time they're just outgrown because i never bother to fill them like rn i have like no acrylics on my index fingers bc they fell off


    i want to work w food but idk rn i'm just a receptionist

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]Oh god. She was late.


    It had been quite the personal struggle when it came to deciding what she wanted to do- one part of her, the possessed part of her wanted to train and learn combat. The other, less possessed and more sane part of her wanted to work with medicine. It would keep her from injuring others, and while she wasn't a pacifist, injuring innocents was not on her to do list.


    Approaching, the vixen took a seat next to the others. As he showed the herb, she let out a nod that signified that she knew what it was. "Horsetail," the girl spoke as she glanced over the others with a gentle nod. "It's somewhat like marigold- you use it on open wounds after chewing it into a poultice. It treats infections and stops bleeding."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]Resurgams.


    Anastasia, her spirit, had had many encounters with those that carried that surname, hell, she even carried it herself. Personally, Anastasia only carried one surname biologically- Gaudius. Rose carried two- Darling and Harbringer. She quite liked her surnames, they brought her a sense of identity.


    Approaching, the vixen took a seat as she gazed at Jean. "A Resurgam? Kissingbeehives? My adoptive mother was a daughter of Kissingbeehives," the spirit stated gently. "I-I.. sorry. I'm Rosemary." The young girl spoke with a dip of her head.


    / rushed

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]yo so i have rose here!!! she's a banshee & predicts death but she sucks @ it


    she's the daughter of agatha darling and leviathan harbringer!! her brother is cade & she's currently (and will always be) possessed by my older character, anastasia


    she's p much open 2 everything including relationships (which will be p hard because shes basically out of her mind) but she isn't open 2 death!! litters are a maybe


    plot away :^)