Posts by MOZU

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Saga would have been lying to herself if she didn't admit that the sudden appearance of Quentin had startled her. Between the rain washing away every scent within the forest and the fact that she couldn't hear anything due to the incessant pounding of the rain, the girl hadn't been able to detect Quen's unexpected presence. Her shock, however, was quickly stripped from her features as a sarcastic grin played on her lips. So, he wanted to know what she was doing out here, eh? "You've caught me red-handed. See, I'm secretly a masochist. I enjoy feeling like a sticky disaster and being forced to cower beneath bushes," the pup joked, moving aside to make room for her wet companion. It looked like it was going to be a squeeze considering that the two were about to attempt to fit a wolf and a snow leopard under one bush, but Saga had faith that they'd make it work. "So," she said, her volcanic gaze turning on the boy, "what's you're excuse for being outside during a storm?" She was honestly curious; it wasn't often that she met someone who also purposely sought out solitude to escape the idiotic antics of others. Unaware of the similarities that she shared with the leopard, Saga inspected the boy, waiting to judge how he responded to her.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Saga approached the situation with an emotion that was stuck somewhere between amusement and irritation. The amusement was there because as she looked at Kurloz, she was reminded of her own experience getting stuck and couldn't help but appreciate the humor that was involved whenever someone got themselves in a sticky situation. However, she wasn't able to enjoy the moment as irritation settled over her. Kineticpup's innocent suggestion had made her frustrated for no particular reason. If he could swim then he would have done that by now, genius. Of course, the girl didn't speak her thoughts out loud. No, not a single emotion presented itself on her face except for worry as she assessed the situation. So, a clanmate was stuck on a rock in the middle of the river. And oh, would you look at that. There was a stranger in their territory too. Perfect. "Just stay there for now. I'm sure someone strong enough to swim out to you will be here soon," Saga called, hoping that by mentioning someone strong showing up soon would clue in the invader across the river to scram.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Saga returned Skeletonlullaby's smile. Well someone had come along after all. The girl sat back, prepared to let her clan mate take care of the situation when she saw the stranger across the river burst into action. Oh shi-

"Skel! Look out!" The wolf yelled, plunging herself into the river in an attempt to reach him as she watched the stranger's claws descend towards the male.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Bane was... leaving? But that didn't make sense. Flicker, her siblings, and Saga herself were all here in ScarClan, not SunClan or WindClan. Why was he leaving? Were they moving? The pup took an uncertain step forward, her ears flattened against her skull. "Leaving?" She questioned, the tension in her voice like a thread ready to snap. Normally, she wouldn't have allowed herself to display such stress. But come on. This was her father. Ohana means family and all that jazz. Saga's amber gaze narrowed into volcanic slits as she looked at Bane, her head slightly tilted in confusion.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ah, yes, Studentpaw. She supposed that she would just have to get used to calling him Studentloans now. "Hey there," Saga offered the Achilles a brief smile, her head dipping in greetings, "haven't gotten stuck in anymore snow banks since the last time I saw you, have ya?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Saga made her way over to the border, her willowy figure bending in and out of sight as she wove her way through the trees. What had the stranger said? Fireworks? As in those screaming balls of light that would constantly disturb the girl's precious silent nights? The wolf wasn't one for loud noises. However, she knew that others would be very interested in attending the event, so, as she approached Foreverkit, she plastered a smile onto her face. "I don't have the authority to accept you invitation, but it sounds lovely," she said, taking a seat as she prepared to wait for someone with more authority than her to come along.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]At the mention of moving to a safer environment, Saga couldn't help but relive the memory of finding California's corpse. The cougar's body had been strung up in a tree, her own intestines keeping her suspended via a noose around her neck. Yes, ScarClan had become unsafe. However, the Greek temples had become her home and, though she would never admit it out loud, she had come to deeply care for those around her. The pup glanced at her brother before obeying Bane's gesture, her movements swift as she tried to mask the hesitancy clouding her thoughts. Did she really have to choose? Her family was her lifeline and the girl knew that she wouldn't be able to continue without them, but what was a family without a home? Despite all of it's ugly blights, ScarClan truly made her feel safe. "We would visit often..." Saga murmured. "Would I be able to be in both clans? Like a dual alliance?" Her voice was louder this time, her eyes focused on Bane.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]It was like California all over again except with three extra corpses. Saga had been enjoying a stroll through the forest, an activity that she commonly partook in. However, her usually peaceful routine had been abruptly interrupted by the overwhelming stench of death. Sticking to the shadows, the girl had been prepared to discover an ongoing fight and had readied herself to book it back to camp and recruit some backup. However, the scene before her wasn't a active skirmish. No, this battle had been lost long ago. It was a massacre. The strong scent of blood made Saga's stomach clench as she stopped next to Wolfsong, her jaw clenched. She had thought that she would have been used to the sight of gore by now. It seemed that she was mistaken.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]The hell, man. Saga sat next to her father, a flurry of emotion fighting within her as her sharp gaze inspected the two new leaders. No, she had never seen the pair before. What had their names been again? Leviathan and Diable? When the * had they shown up? The girl's muscles tensed, the only visible sign that the situation before her was making her uncomfortable. Saga had looked up to Breakdance: respected her, admired her, trusted her. But these two? She hadn't even known their names before this unexpected announcement. Opting to keep her mouth shut, the wolf flicked an ear, a passive mask enveloping her features as she continued to think.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]To be quite honest, Saga still didn't know how she felt about the change in leadership. Part of her felt absolutely outraged; her knew superiors were complete strangers and, as of this moment, they had given the girl no reason to trust them. The other half of her, however, recognized that the clan was in dire need of leadership now that Break had passed. "Saga Mortis-Forrester-Wulfgang," the child said, sitting down in one fluid motion, "Loyalist of ScarClan."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"I'd ask what's wrong, but I think I already know." It wasn't hard to guess what was occupying her clanmate's thoughts these days; between Breakdance's death and the sudden invasion of Leviathan and Diable, it was hard to think about anything else. Saga examined the large feline as she approached, practically feeling his annoyance charging the air around him. To be honest, she wasn't very familiar with the paradigm. Nonetheless, the child approached him casually, keeping in mind that her father respected the sabretooth so she should as well. "End of the world got you down?" She questioned, flopping to the ground.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]To say that she was confused would be putting it gently. Only yesterday had the clan not only lost their leader, but there was also an unexpected takeover. However, all of that had been immediately followed by that Star Council business that had only added to the mass hysteria. Saga took a seat next to Bane, a metaphorical eyebrow raised as she gave Dodger her full attention.

/rushed + mobile

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Saga heard Alex's plea ring through the forest, the small blackbird that she had been observing taking to the air in fright. A medic? The girl raced to the scene, her heart picking up, fear that yet another clanmate had been tortured or killed coursing through her. Upon arriving at the grisly site, the wolf almost felt ashamed as relief rushed through her. The bloody fox before her was a complete stranger. However, he did seem to be on the drink of death. "Someone needs to get Caf or Sylmae," Sage said, recalling that the duo had knowledge in healing.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Saga was stretched out in the sun, the late afternoon light warming her ebony pelt as she relaxed. The week had been quite eventful for the she-wolf: she would be relocating to WindClan with her family soon, Breakdance had passed away, and new joiners were flooding the clan everyday. Not that the wolf disliked joiners; new faces presented her with an opportunity to learn more. Speaking of new joiners, an unfamiliar scent pricked the pup's nose, alerting her to Dhamado's presence. Saga was immediately on her feet, fully awake as she examined the stranger. "Hello. I don't believe we've met," she called, beginning to make her way over to the fox.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Stu had captured someone? As in, Stu-the-guy-who-got-stuck-in-snow-banks? To be honest, Saga hadn't expected the tiger to be the capturing type. However, as the girl looked at the older male, she could see that her clanmate had undergone a dramatic change. He seemed... different. Angrier. Interested and slightly concerned for the tiger, Saga took a seat, her searing gaze travelling over the imprisoned Exilers.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Castawaysummer? Sounded... delicate. Saga padded over, a smile on her lips as she observed the newcomer. "Welcome to ScarClan," the wolf said, her ebony tail flicking leisurely. "I'm Saga."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Well this one had spirit. It wasn't often that a joiner complained about how awful the clan that they were attempting to join was. Saga approached the situation with a smile on her face, though it looked more like she was smirking at a joke. "Welcome, Absinthepaw. I must ask though, are you sure that you've got the right clan because it sure sounds like you already hate it here," the wolf asked, a glimmer in her eyes as she took a seat. This should be interesting.

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