Posts by PATCHWORKPOSY

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patch didn't really have much reason to lay in the sun since her thick coat kept her warm, but that didn't mean she wanted to pass up a chance to talk. Bouncing up beside Sylmae, the pup flashed a smile to the two as she followed their example and looked up. No one had told her not to directly look into the sun yet, so she did and ended up squeezing her eyes shut from the overexposure. Sun spots dotted her vision and remained when she opened them, freaking her out. Oh, what if she went blind? How would she color? "There's something wrong with my eyes! Little dots are in them! How do I get them out?!" She half shrieked, probably shattering any semblance of peace and quiet but not really caring. She could go blind, for cripes' sake!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patch accepted the hug and relaed into it for a moment, imagining getting hugs like this all the time. "I've been good! Everyone here is so nice and I've made lots of friends. They helped me color in my book and everything!" But it would have been even better if you were here. She herself wondered where Nymph went. She had assumed her sister went to Windclan to be with the rest of their family, but apparently that wasn't the case. Maybe Nymph would come back here and they'd live happily ever after as siblings!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patchworkpup burst through the foliage, eyes bright and fluffy white tail wagging. Oh boy, a newcomer! Maybe he was here to join? "Hi there! Welcome to Riverclan! I'm Patchworkpup." The white pup stood there for a moment before remembering that she had to ask the stranger questions. How could she forget about that? "What's your name? And your business here?" 'Business' certainly wasn't an everyday word in her vocab, so it sounded weird coming out. But what else could she say?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patchworkpup appeared next and looked up at Sylmae with a lopsided smile. "Can I come, too?" She'd yet to go on a patrol, so she thought this would be a good experience for herself. At least, better than becoming an apprentice and not knowing anything about anything.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] "No, you're not!" Patch scooched closer until their pelts were brushing before plopping down onto the cave floor. "And I'm not going to leave until you actually are!" She rested her head on her paws and looked up to smile at her half-brother. This is what family was supposed to be for! She wouldn't just leave him like this.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] "Thank you, Mom! I'll wear it every day. It'll be like almost having a piece of you with me everywhere I go! I'll be sure to show it off, too." The gift made her feel not so abandoned, like she mattered more. When Oriander appeared, things just became more wholesome for her. It felt like her family was being pieced back together, at least for a little while. However, she frowned at Draco's comment. "That wasn't a very nice thing to say! Mom wouldn't have just left us without good reason! Right, Mom?" Her eyes flicked to her mother for confirmation. She wouldn't do that! She couldn't!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patch did a little fist bump to the air when Sylmae said she could go too. "I won't get hurt. That would be silly with so many people coming along!" She began bounding out of camp, already trying to get ahead of the crowd. She wanted to see all the cool things first, after all!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patchworkpup, having never seen her mother in either of the dead forms, looked on with slight curiosity. She wasn't really that affected by the dead creatures, as she felt no emotional connection to them. Stepping forward with wonderous eyes, the pup leaned in and sniffed the carcasses. The faint scent of death came from them, but they seemed to come from her clan. There was someone she didn't know that died here? With a slight frown she turned to the only grownup, Freckledmessiah, for assistance. "Who are they?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patchworkpup came following Hughes, wondering what all the racket he was making about. Seeing their reunion brought an oddly bitter smile to her face. Patch wasn't really one to feel deep emotion, but this was a special case. After all, it should hurt a bit to see a father tell his son he won't leave when in fact her own father and mother had left her. Plus two of her siblings. Life was just like that sometimes. They seemingly crushed the more postive ones, too. Not wanting to interfere with the obviously sentimental moment, she moved over beside Prancer and flashed him a smile until she could figure out her thoughts.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patchworkpup was feeling increasingly uncomfortable in this situation. Mostly because she couldn't understand what this dragon guy was saying. Looking to see if anyone else did, she quickly perked her ears before stepping very close to the dovah and smiling. "Hi! I'm Patchworkpup!" Completely oblivious to the situation, she just plopped down where she was and began wagging her tail. He seemed pretty cool!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] "Nice to meet you, Highkit! I'm Patchworkpup." The peppy wolf-fox hybrid wagged her tail and smiled at the joiner. They were getting a lot of them recently, thought Patch sure didn't mind. It was one of the things that kept her day going.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patchworkpup didn't really say anything as she walked in, just giving a smile and sitting down. Since she was here to see Sylmae, Patch decided that any pestering would have to wait until after the archangel arrived. That was what courtesy was, right?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] "Fireflies are like little bugs that can make their butts glow. They blink on and off at night!" Patch felt glad to be of help, and turned to Vanillapaw to ask for what she came for. "Can I get a task, too?" She wanted to be helpful! Well, and drown out all the negativity in her life, of course!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] "What does tampering mean? And why is Sylmae acting so funny?" Patch was genuinely confused. It wasn't every day you saw the archangel fumbling about like she was, and what was even weirder was that she had to be brought home by a Blizzardclanner. What on earth was Blizzardclan like if her clanmates came home like that? Was it like one of those crazy parties she had heard about?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] "Hi! I'm Patchworkpup! You aren't from Riverclan, right? I'm sure I would know if you had been!" The young pup smiled at the wolverine, completely missing the pregnancy and going straight to the 'gotta make friends' part.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] "Well, why didn't you apparate before you got captured?" Patch had no intent to be rude, but it probably came across as such. She was just genuinely confused. Why wouldn't he just leave if he could disappear? She tilted her head to the side and gazed up at him with a curiosity and innocence only held by a child.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Patch didn't know how to adjust to the situation. Hearing the argument get more heated made her cower back even further, trying to hide from everyone. Why weren''t they getting along? When her father appeared out of nowhere, her happiness seemed to dwindle as the situation got even worse until Draco suddenly disappeared. After he left, the pup burst into tears. She just wanted to say hi to her mom! She didn't want to deal with this!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] "Oh, I'm good! Always have been, always will be!" She was mostly reassuring herself, but it didn't work. Maybe she should send a coloring page to her family over in Windclan? They'd like it, she bet!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Did somebody say gifts? Because Patch was all over that stuff. The pup didnt say anything at first, just tipping the edge of the basket and peering into its contents. After a bit she smiled up at Domino. "Thank you! I'm Patchworkpup, nice to meet you!"[/color


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;] Fish? Patch really wasn't sure how fish tasted, only that is smelled gross to her. Just to make sure her assumption was correct, she leaned in and sniffed the prey before crinkling her nose and jerking her head back. "Thanks, Fraison, but the fish is too smelly for me! What's your son's name?" She plopped down by the seal and looked up at him with intrigue. Maybe she knew him? Then again, she would've noticed another seal or half-seal walking around. Unless Fraison could do that weird body-change thingy?


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