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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ BENEDICT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- SEVEN MONTHS -- APPRENTICE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Foodstuff? As in prey? He assumed that's what foodstuff was. Owls did turn out to be different from kits and pups. Owls never drank milk, he would keep that in mind. "It's stored. The Warriors and apprentices go out and kill it, and bring it back to camp for everyone to eat. Kits are too young to go out and hunt, and their mothers need to focus on caring for them so they stay and look after them. The elders have retired, and have earned the privilege of not having to hunt. The apprentices care for them by getting rid of their ticks and fleas, making sure they have plenty to eat, and changing their bedding when it goes old." he explained, hoping he didn't seem rambl-y to the owlet. "Now let's get back to camp and we'll get you something to eat. Sound good?" he asked, his sky blue gaze looking at the owl chick. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ BENEDICT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- SEVEN MONTHS -- APPRENTICE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Tokyo didn't look to good, Bene realized as he spotted the fearful fox cub. She seemed to be looking at someone, but Benedict didn't see anyone. Concerned, the apprentice went over and attemtped to extend a wing over Tokyo in a protective manner. "Is everything ok? Should I get Blazeheart or Maplemeadows?" the male asked, noting how she seemed warmer than usual. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ BENEDICT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- SEVEN MONTHS -- APPRENTICE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]He had picked up a few things with hanging around the medicine den so much recently. All the time when he was a child rank, and when he was healing. He knew that infection sucked, and wasn't something you wanted. "Well at least make sure to keep your hands clean, you don't want to get an infection." he told Project. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ BENEDICT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- SEVEN MONTHS -- APPRENTICE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]He furrowed his imaginary eyebrows in confusion. He hadn't seen anything, hadn't even heard a growl. "It's ok, there's nothing there." he would try and soothe. Seeing things wasn't good, and she just said she didn't feel good. "Let's get you to a medicine cat." Benedict said, attempting to usher the fox cub forwards but still remain gentle.

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Yes please c:

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ BENEDICT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- SEVEN MONTHS -- APPRENTICE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Did he seriously think he wasn't worth it? That nothing mattered? It had to be just one of those downs, a low point in life. "Infections hurt.:." Benedict said, trailing off as he thought about a way to answer the other bit. "I for one don't think it's any sort of illusion. It's right here, in you and all around you, in just about any form you can think of. It's amazing how life managed to take on so may forms, beautiful even. How could something like life be so cruel? You have to make the most out of it, look for the things that make you happy." Benedict said, putting a small smile on his face. [/fancypost]

Benedict~ please don't actually fight

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ BENEDICT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- EIGHT MONTHS -- APPRENTICE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]ThunderClan. The forest clan. The clan he had been in as a child. Some would still consider him a child, but his was an apprentice. There was a difference. Who was still here? Who had left? Would he be assigned a mentor here as well or was his mentor in StormClan enough to satisfy Deut?

Benedict hesitated. He had left for a reason. He felt almost guilty about it, not even giving a note. Had his former clanmates thought he was dead? They hadn't bothered the check StormClan to see wether he was dead or alive, did they still care? Would they want him back? Would the memories here trigger more of those strange memories and flashbacks? His pace even came to a complete stop.

No. He had to keep going. Benedict had left to get away from the things that triggered the troubling memories that were his. He refused to believe that he was a reincarnation of a ThunderClanner, and if he truly wasn't then rejoining ThunderClan wouldn't be a problem would it? The dogon sped up, forcing his paws to move even though the trip between the clans would take longer with his new limp.

The scents of ThunderClan filled the air. The fresh forest breezes, the scents of those who were new to him, those who he had known. It smelled a lot different than StormClan, which mostly smelled like a waterlogged clump of moss nowdays. There were trees, a whole forest of undamaged and complete trees and undergrowth, a beauty he had once taken for granted. Benedict's paws neared the border, and he would push himself over it. He was back. A member of ThunderClan once again. [/fancypost]

I'm back!

aw poor Stormyskies ;-;
Benny left for his own reasons but got over them and is back now ye

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He still held no interest in becoming a medic, he had simply picked up some remedies and herb used while being in the den and watchin his mother treat others. Benedict knew that keeping everything organized and sorted out could be a pain in the butt, so when he saw Sasha organizing herbs he figured he could offer some help. So the dogon went over and said "Can I help?"[/fancypost]

Nuuu

Bene'a gonna be like "I leave for what, three months? And almost everybody I knew here dies" *stalks off to corner in that adorable way*

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: dodgerblue; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ BENEDICT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]MALE -- EIGHT MONTHS -- APPRENTICE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]It had been a while since he had been to ThunderClan. The forest clan he had loved as a child. Even if he still technically was a child, child by rank then apprentice by rank now. He had left, fled pretty much from the things that triggered mysterious memories that weren't his. Benny's theory was that a loner was messing with him. Nothing really happened in StormClan, so maybe it was actually a ThunderClan NPC?

A couple days ago, Benedict had decided that he was over the weird memories, and that going back to see old clanmates was more than worth it. Mingle with new people, make new friends, and greet old ones. But when he had came back, a lot of them were dead or missing. Yeah there was Volc, but Bene didn't know him. Sasha was still there, but they weren't quite friends. Frostbite was dead, Stomryskies was dead, Novabeam had disappeared, and there was a mass demotion. New rank names and themes and everything. But it was still worth going to make new friends and greet his old part time home. Bene hadn't had any mysterious memories as of yet, but maybe there he could better practice his flying skills with all the trees that wouldn't snap under his weight.

The dogon thought about all this while sitting just outside of the observatory. ThunderClan had a territory in much better condition, StormClan had his friends and family. Each clan had pros and cons, ups and downs, goods and bads. He would give ThunderClan anther shot, and maybe this time would go better than the last. It had to be worth it in the end. [/fancypost]

Aw thank you <3

Oo Benedict should have a thread with dead frostbite, like where it's his first time learning she died

Track since Bene's too young xD

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