Posts by Libertykit

[justify]Well, being called a kit was a bit insulting, but she would deal with it. "I'm Libertyflight, Windclan deputy. If you want to play a game, what do you have in mind?" she asked. If the poor cub was lost, then maybe it would put him at ease. Wait, had he said Lionclan? Eyes widening, she looked to her clanmates for their reactions.[/justify]

[justify]Libertyflight caught sight of the bodyguard apprentice, catching his presence in her peripheral vision. With her leg aching a bit, she straightened up and rested back on her haunches. Beryl gaze scanning over Shimi Shi, her head titled minutely before she asked, "Hello there. What do you need?"[/justify]

[justify]Libertyflight padded over, her stride slow and sure. In a stroke of luck, she didn't even have a limp left over from the broken leg she had suffered from. The sound of claws made her tense similarly, but she relaxed almost immediately when she realized it was just a kitten. seeing as Nebulaheart had asked the question that the deputy had, she waited for a response.[/justify]

[justify]It had been a while since Libertyflight had heard words in her head that were not her own. She had taken to trying to keep her telepathy off, so to speak, only open to those specifically sending thoughts her way. So when the kitten spoke in her head, her beryl gaze widened in surprise before she returned to her previous look. "I have telepathy," the deputy responded.[/justify]

[justify]"Nice to meet you Blanketkit. Anything you wanted to talk about in particular?" the deputy's eyes were bright as she looked down at the alabaster kitten. She had used telepathy to talk to mute cats before, and she could imagine that it would be a relief for them to finally get to speak their mind.[/justify]

[justify]After what felt like a lifetime (which for her, it probably had been), she was finally settling into her life without him. She didn't get an ache in her heart when she saw brown ticked tabbies smudged with dirt, or feel haunted at lemon yellow eyes. Everyone who called her Tea was dead or disappeared and no one would be able to answer, if prompted, on what the Pansies had been. Hell, she had almost had a blossoming romance with the ShadowClan leader. But then with the luck of hers, currently classified as unfortunate, Projectionanimus was in her life again.

When he approached her, she had to bush down a feeling of panic. StarClan, she was like an apprentice with a crush. Fighting to keep her eyes from dropping to her paws instead, she looked him in the eye. "Projectionanimus," she replied, a hint of stiffness in her voice. [/justify]

[justify]Libertyflight hadn't thought about her old friends recently. Ever since her rebirth, she hadn't really spoken to many of her former friends. She was half of their age now, for one, and she couldn't face them knowing what pain she had caused at her early death. Selfish was the best word that she could use; her death hadn't been her fault, but it had been her choice. However, she couldn't help but falter when she saw her former friend in such a state. With a frown creasing her maw, she headed over to Forevergone.

"Forevergone? What happened?" With concern in her eyes, the deputy waited for a response.[/justify]

[justify]Libertyflight padded over, a smile on her maw as she deposited a freshly caught rabbit on the freshkill pile. After months of recovering from an unfortunate set of injuries, she was finally able to run and hunt again. It was an immeasurable feeling of relief for the deputy, who placed so much on her ability to run and provide for her clan. With a relaxed set to her shoulders that had been rare in recent days, she padded over to the kitten, her tail lifting in a lazy greeting.[/justify]

Libertyflight was bumped up from the less than smooth travel here, but she'd be damned if that meant she wouldn't go down fighting. She was writhing wildly, her clawed paws lashing out in attempt to rip through the netting that she was wrapped up in. Finding that she was too entangled, she used a different method. Using her long standing ability of telepathy, she began to send out memories of intense pain, a psychological torture that would make any recipients feel as though they were being injured. Nothing would happen physically but it would definitely set a few off course. Additionally she was sending flashes of bright, blinding light and deafening noise.

[justify]It seemed infinitely funny to her that her first stumble of this journey would be her last. In retrospect, the fact she hadn't stumbled until now was also amusing; she had spent a month, more or less, captured and tortured, yet her pace didn't break until she was safely home. Of course, with her history, that would only be her luck. Libertyflight, for all of her talents and advancement through the ranks, was not fortunate or blessed. Maybe she had struck luck in brief periods, times most easily compared to the calm before a raging storm. She had her connection to her mother, a few close friends, siblings that would die for each other, and the family she had forged herself. The thought of Probro and her kits left alone, yet again, stung at her eyes in the tell tale form of tears that she to swallow back viciously. Now was not the time for tears.

Getting into camp undetected had been surprisingly easy. With a bit of telepathy and memory manipulation, not a single warrior had noticed her return. She didn't want to be caught and interrogated by some apprentice who didn't who she was. Especially not with the kitten. A quick, worried glance downwards reassured her. The chocolate tortie female was fine, if as exhausted as Libertyflight was. And definitely in better health. Libertyflight's formerly sleek coat was matted and dirtied, and the most obvious thing were the scars and wounds, overlapping new and old. Silvery white scars were layered under fresh scars, still a fading pink or open red, the dried crimson blood reopened during the trek back home.

Apparently, all of her energy was being put towards speculative thinking and standing too stiffly, all too alert of her standings. Libertyflight only had a moment's notice before she collapsed down, body too weary too stay up.

Well shit. That certainly took away from her dramatic return.

[ @moonflight; she has a multitude of deep scratches/bites/battle wounds, all in various states of healing and age. she's extremely dehydrated and starving, and some wounds are infected, so she's feverish. ]

The sound of voices, from a dull murmur building to a low roar, was the only thing that kept her anchored as her mind begged to wander, to leave behind the haze of people and presence. Blue eyes blinking blearily, the promise of sleep a compelling argument pounding behind her lids, Libertyflight struggled to concentrate on the clanmates in front of her, to comprehend the words being said to her. Her telepathy slipped around without concentration, and when it brushed against one certain mind, everything came into a crystal sharp clarity. He was here. After all this time, the ups and downs, he was here.

"Pro?" with difficulty the words were formed, feeling too heavy to be formed by her maw in this lazy state between conscious and unconscious, life and death. "'S lana okay?" the mottled femme asked, not able to immediately lay eyes on her young ward.

[justify][ this is so, so late, sorry D: ]

The past few days had been a blur to her, forcing herself to reach her home clan and keeping Lana safe. Few clear moments had managed to stick in her mind, especially now as she was put on a dose of poppy seeds, but Pro was definitely highlighted among the faded thoughts and memories. Libertyflight missed him, and if she was being totally honest with herself, she regretted the passive aggressive treatment she had been giving him. She had always been burning hot or cold, friendly and open one day, aloof and calling him Projectionanimus the next day. It had been exhausted for her, and she couldn't imagine how he felt.

But she was back now, and well, they had time. They were both damaged goods and that hadn't stopped them before, so it shouldn't stop them now. Pro would always have a place in her heard, even if he didn't want to anymore. Wrapped in gauze and dosed up on medicine, she couldn't help but wish that they could have faced each other when she felt at less of a disadvantage. As soon as her mind had brushed by his briefly- she had taken to leaving defenses up, lingering effects of being on the pit- she knew that it was inevitable, and doing it now rather than later would be beneficial to both of them.

When he halted above her, looming in silence, a hint of a grin quirked the edge of her more. Well, at least his lack of eloquence wasn't anything new, and their was fondness heavy in her heart as she thought it. Blinking up at him with an icy beryl gaze, she titled her head a bit before speaking. "Mind sitting down? I don't think my neck will appreciate the angle it'll take if I have to look up at you," and I did more than enough looking up to cats unfairly in Bloodclan. The second part was a silent thought, and if Pro was still not rather attuned to the emotions of others like he used to be, more out of obliviousness than an actual malicious reason, he hopefully wouldn't pick up on it.
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[justify]Libertyflight padded over, stretching as she did so. She felt cramped in the medicine cat den, and she needed to start fitting herself back into Windclan daily life. The mottled femme's beryl gaze swept over camp quickly, and she ended up sitting next to the warrior's den, her back firmly against the structure, her side blocked by another camp feature. In her current position, no one would be able to sneak up on her, she reasoned to herself, although that did nothing to make her turn the telepathy off. The horrors she had endured in BloodClan's pit where still fresh in the warrior's mind.

There was no way she would or should compete in any competition to be chosen for a position of authority, with her current state being what it was. She had disappeared when she was leader, she was covered in injuries, and her mental state was just barely able to be classified as stable. Nonetheless, she didn't mind watching and seeing what Pro was up to. She waved her tail at him, also sending him a light mental nudge in case he didn't see her. [/justify]

[justify]Ever since her escape from BloodClan and subsequent return to WindClan, the dilute ticked torbie always left her powers up, even if just barely. When she felt the presence of the BloodClanner, she was up in a second, a snarl on her maw and her eyes narrowed dangerously. And when she noticed that the bitch had an eye on one of Libertyflight's own family members- that was the last fucking straw. Despite her numerous injuries and emancipated state, she wasn't going to let some BloodClan scum take a WindClan kit.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Libertyflight mentally shouted, intending for her sudden voice in the other cat's head to be a bit of a surprise, and hopefully put the BloodClanner off for a few beats.[/justify]

Even in her injured state Libertyflight would be fast, but she knew her body's limits were easily reached with as many wounds as she already had- adding more wouldn't help her at all. Staying alert all the while, she attempted psychological battle first, by trying to project the image of two other version of herself, both of them looking to attack the BloodClanner.

small bump <3

[justify]Even with his attempts to stifle it, Libertyflight could see the concern flitting through his features. The added ability that having the Sight gave to her didn't hurt either. Grinning up at him lazily, she couldn't help but feel comfortable in his presence. Ever since they were kits- meeting in a scene not unlike this one now- they had fit together right, and she had never felt awkward in his presence, nor had she felt the same pressure she felt as she had around others. It was trivial and petty to worry over, but living up to her mother was a constant expectation others had for her. Looking exactly like the late Gravelstar didn't help much either.

Of course, now she was as battle scared as the old leader. Thick gashes were healed over on her body, with thinner scars also crossing her undernourished body. Before she would have been labelled as thin, but with her recent time spent in BloodClan, it was hard to think petite was a worthy word to describe the dilute ticked torbie female. "I'm feeling a little rough, yeah, but I've had worst," her first death was definitely worse. Not much compared to literally being ripped apart by coyotes.

"Things are looking up though, I think. This time it's gonna all work out. And not just staying here, but... but maybe us too?" Her tone was hopeful, and her beryl gaze wouldn't stray from Probro.

[justify]Libertyflight excited the warrior's den, a slight swagger in her walk. Not swag, she was much too refined. But there was a new bounce to her step, one that came from the fact she was mostly, if not completely healed. The medicine cats had even released her. Being back to normal was refreshing, and she was striving to get back into the groove of things.

With a quick stretch and yawned, straightening back up and grinning slightly. "Anyone up to go hunting?" the warrior called, her scars healed and mood high.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8][font=trebuchet ms]It was ironic, if you really took the time to look at it. It was because of BloodClan that Libertyflight had been heading to the medicine cat den; her wounds were healed, her psyche not to so much. But the cats who had forced her to what she was were here now. Libertyflight's heat vision- like her other powers, she always kept it on to a low degree- caught sight of the cats as soon as they were near the medicine cat den. And her Super Senses didn't hurt either.

At first she felt a brief wave of pure, unadulterated fear. It passed in moments, replaced with a burning. She wanted them to pay, she wanted vengeance. For what the had done to her, do her darling, to her clan. They would pay, in ounces of blood and desperate screams. With a wicked grin curving her maw upward, the dilute ticked torbie stood still for a moment, letting the trespassers stream past her before lunging to the side, using WindClan speed and strong haunches to launch herself at Cataclysm, claws outstretched and maw twisted in a wordless snarl.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=9pt][font=trebuchet ms]"I'm sure Fireflypaw's right. There's certainly quite a few viable reasons as to where he could be," Libertyflight added as she strolled over, stretching slightly with a quick yawn. The former deputy had to resist the urge to itch at her shoulder- one of the thicker wounds was still healing over, and the scar itched like hell. "Let's ask before we get worked up."