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    [justify]Congrats! the small feline would call out softly, seating himself next to Storm. He had noticed that Arty had fallen a bit inactive, but he hadn't quite expected this. He was happy for Marg though, she definitely deserved it, he wasn't even sure how long she had been here too. Smiling slightly, Mattie would let out a soft hum of approval.[/justify]

    [justify]Ahhh! you're the one who made all the art floating around Thunderclan that one time! xD


    Mattie maybe? his looks are in his siggy, and he does have glasses, if you can't see them c;[/justify]

    [justify]It had been a casual day for him, as per usual when things like this happened to him. How sad really, he had just been on the hunt for something sweet, and syrupy, oh, one could probably guess what now.


    It had happened quickly, quick and simple. One moment, he was conscious, the next, unconscious, as well as obviously not in Blizzardclan anymore. In fact, the most recent place he had been hanging out at was now deserted, well, unless you wished to count the rank stench of The exiles coating the territory.


    //please don't come to rescue him, thanks c;[/justify]

    [justify]Where was he..? Oh no.. Oh no, no, no, no, no... This was not good. He knew where he was, this was the exiles territory. It was quite obvious, how hadn't he seen it before. Feeling himself being dropped, the small feline would look at his capturer, his violet gaze wide. Oh gosh, what was he supposed to do now?[/justify]

    I'm sorry about all my recent activity, I got locked out of my account due to the gmail I used, and I believe it's been two weeks since then. Again, I'm sorry about the inactivity, but I hope I'll be able to make up it to you in the upcoming months. unless I derp again and forget my password

    [justify]He didn't know why he had followed Sebastian back here, he didn't want to be here, they had left him, like they didn't even care about him. Hadn't he been at least a bit important to them? Yet they had let him die, they let him die, and now he was here again, running back to them like a scared little puppy. But he wasn't the same as he used to be, he couldn't grow dependent on them, he needed to learn how to fight, like Francis had promised. Oh, he hoped his mentor was still open to teaching him, and hadn't lost hope yet, seeing as he had died twice now. Yet, at the same time, he didn't honestly trust Francis to teach him. Just look what had happened. Perhaps, perhaps Francis didn't want to teach him, and he could ask Sebastian to. He knew the other intended to join anyways as a bodyguard to him, so he didn't see why not. Blinking his dark brown gaze, the small black jaguar would huddle behind one of the forelegs belonging to Sebastian, unsure of what to do.[/justify]

    [justify]He didn't know much of who Lostboy was, as he had never conversed with her, but it made him slightly angry when he heard the other act as if he hadn't been forgotten. Did that mean they meant for him to get captured, tortured, and eventually killed in the exiles? It sounded as so, and he was growing less and less sure of joining with each passing second. Glancing up at Sebastian, he would wait to see what the other had to say.[/justify]

    oh this was weird. very weird for him. not to mention the fact it had been so long. would he even know anyone here when he returned? would anyone know him? there were so many questions racing through his nervous mind, ones he couldn't begin to even start thinking about at a proper level. oh but those who did know him would already know he was quite nervous, and in fact probably someone you wouldn't want to touch. or, if you were suicidal, then sure, go ahead, touch him. it wasn't that it was purposeful, but his large amounts of electric energy running through him were still uncontrolled.


    paws trailing towards the familiar territory of blizzardclan, smudges of charred footprints in his wake, the strange canine creature would make his way up the familiar steps. who would come and find him first, he didn't know, however he hoped they would be friendly nonetheless.

    "s-storm?" the sha creature would respond out of shock, quite honestly surprised the first creature to actually come across him was someone he knew. oh memories were starting to come back now. he remembered moongleam dying, and how sad storm and his sister had been. and how suiteheart and marg were together. and how tama led proudly, even though she was so much younger than one could have originally thought. but not all of that was probably true anymore. infact he had his doubts about many of those memories.


    "y-yes, it is me, a-and i'm good, i mean, i was a cat for a bit which was weird, b-but i'm still good" the grey pelted male would respond to the follow up question the arctic wolf had asked. hopefully that was a fair response to the other. and if not, well, he didn't really know what he would do then.


    stumbling backwards as wisteria skidded over, the male would let out a surprised exhale, before choking softly on his sudden loss of air. recovering himself, he would look up in time to see pierce come along as well. now this was someone he didn't know. but they smelled strongly of blizzardclan, so he felt they were probably someone he should work on getting to know.

    he was surprised everyone was being so friendly to him, not that he deserved anyone to act rudely to him, but he was just surprised that after all this time, blizzardclan was still quite friendly to strangers at the border. even strangers like him who gave off sparks of energy every moment or so. honestly, he could appear threatening due to this nature, but perhaps it was the fact storm had found him first that put the others at bay about his odd lack of control over his powers. whatever the case though, he was quite happy no one had bothered touching him either, because that just wouldn't be all that smart for anyone to do.


    "y-yes, i do plan to return" matthew would respond to wisteria as the question was asked, happy someone had finally asked it instead of just assuming his intentions. like, they were right on what he planned to do, but it was always better to be safe than sorry anyways, at least in his opinion.

    herbs. something someone full of electricity should never be let near. why, you may ask? well, try things and electricity tended to make fires, or just burn if they touched. but it wasn't like he could help his incidents where he did this, he just wasn't good at all when it came to controlling his powers. and sadly, his powers weren't the kind you could just turn off, either. he tried to push them away at times, but due to his weak nature he just never managed to keep them away for long. not to mention, they were his source of protection, like how porcupines had their needles; he had his electricity.


    noticing wist a little ways away, his glowing gaze would land on her curiously. she had been one of the few he had remembered from long ago when he had rejoined blizzardclan, so he assumed it was safe for him to go and speak with them. well, safe for he and her, seeing as she probably had an idea of what he could potentially do, as well as an idea that there was a very good chance he didn't mean what he did. "h-hey wisteria, w-what're you doing?" matty would call nervously as he approached, deciding it was best to make the other aware of his presence so he wouldn't end up spooking her. well, perhaps she already knew of his approach due to the cracks and sizzles the sparks of electricity made when they came off his pelt. nonetheless, he always liked to be safe rather than sorry.

    it seemed that at first, the medical apprentice had decided to ignore him, although he crossed that out once he got an actual response from the feline. well, not a verbal one at first, but at least she had looked over at him so he knew she was aware of his existence, even his existence was so small compared to others.


    as to what they were doing. well, it happened she was digging up herbs, comfrey root to be exact. honestly, the sha creature had always been interested in herbs himself, however due to his lack of control over powers, he knew he would never be able to fulfill that interest. after all, he couldn't just touch the herbs without burning them, or the patient without possibly killing them. and he was pretty sure that killing a clanmate wouldn't make him look good, especially as a medic as medics were supposed to heal, not kill. "oh, that's cool.. i'm not up to much, just looking around and trying to remember things, really" matthew would reply to wisteria, his forced tail giving a small flick nervously as he spoke.

    bloodclan? oh right, bloodclan was an ally. he had almost forgotten that blizzardclan took part in allying both enemies and allies. how he had forgotten was the true mystery, although the electrified canine didn't see a reason to care too much. padding over to pierce, while at the same time still keeping his distance, the male would look curious at the visitor. he assumed the other had come here with gifts for blizzardclan, although perhaps they brought news too. well, he supposed he would just have to wait and find out.

    Blizzardclan. The place had most definitely been his home for the longest of times. True, until now he had been absent from it- but in the past when he had been the head combatant, he had most certainly been a key member. Those times had long passed, but that didn't mean he couldn't come back. It wasn't as though he had been exiled or something else great like that. He had just simply.. disappeared off the face of the earth- unwilling to stand through as much interaction as before. Now though, the electrified canine was back- his lack of power over his elemental influence of electricity still quite clear as it was the day he obtained the power.


    Seating himself silently on the border, Matthew would wait patiently for someone to come across him- hoping neither him nor the stranger would end up getting hurt from their little unsuspected meeting.