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———— ECHO ELLINIKA MYTHOS ————

all I hear is my ECHO ECHO ECHO

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"Communication, the undeniable key to all happiness.

In a very, VERY simple way - it really is. You can't hope to be happy if you can't speak to those around you. Ho are you expected to be understood, to be ACCEPTED, if no one knows what you desire? If you can't properly communicate, you can't properly socialize. If you can't properly socialize? Your alone.

Alone.

Cloven hooves stepped with none of the grace her species' willowy legs were blessed with. Trembling and shaking, but pressing on wards. Alone.

She thought about words, then. A way to keep her mind off the pain lancing in every step. Alone. To an unknown destination to find a place - people - that might not even want her.

Alone.

Repeating it over and over again - haha, get it? - in her head, she mulled over the word, it's meaning, and how it related to her. Alone. That's what she was. It was her state of being. For the past...the past...well, it felt like eons, so let's go with that. Exaggerations were not a correct choice when communicating, but it was an effective way of letting another living person understand just how much one was feeling when the direct word did not quite match the emotional weight. So, alone. For eons. Her state of being.

Heavy.

That's how it felt. Again, not the true definition - loneliness was not physical. She was not trembling and shaking because an actual weight was upon her shoulders. No, but metaphors, too, are a splendid way of explaining what literal words can't fully capture.

Being alone for eons weighed heavy on her.

For an exaggerated amount of time, she felt a nonexistent load upon her being. It sucked, plain and simple. Loneliness.

She licked her lips, and opened her mouth.

Why was she lonely?

Because nothing would ever spill from her lips.

That was a lie, sorry.

She fumed, suddenly. Walking through an unknown forest, to an unknown location was put to the side as she suddenly stood erect and still. Only to lift a shaking, trembling cloven hoof, and slam it to the ground.

That made a sound.

And she was furious!

How utterly ungrateful liars were! Miscommunication - the most atrocious thing a living being could curse upon another! To confuse those around you with precious syllables and sentence structures. To abuse what beautiful, working vocal cords! How unforgivable! How dastardly!

Making noise felt good, so that's what she did. Again and again, slamming her hoof down. You don't notice how much it trembled when your hitting the ground.

thump, thump, thump. Descriptions. Imagery. What she wouldn't give to narrate this moment aloud.

But alas, for eons she held the weight of loneliness for the exact reason nothing expelled from her tongue when she opened her mouth.

It wasn't that she was mute, though. It wasn't that she COULDN'T talk.

She could only echo.

Her stomping soon came to a halt when our little piebald doe finally slumped to the ground. Traveling far and wide had left her beat. Sleepiness clung to the corners of her dark, somber gaze, but she would not sleep. No, she had come a long way, she wasn't about to waste her chance. to lift this weight. to end this loneliness.

Lifting her gaze to the sky, she looked upon the floating isles with longing. With hope.

Perhaps in this fantastical world or dragons and warlocks, a cursed doe like herself just might find some company.

TL ; DR :: There's a tired piebald doe at the border of Blizzardclan hoping to join ;3"

ASPHODELPAW ;;

Unlike the two mollies, Asphodelpaw was not amused. He flicked his pale ears irritably as the shecat's raised voices, rolling his eyes. Honestly, there was really nothing wrong with a kitten practicing essential hunting moves. Better than being an annoying brat wasting everyone's time stubbing their toes or trying to run out of camp. Still, Asp was annoyed. Annoyed by the female's immediete praise for the kitten's stupid little pounce.

Not like Asp got his head patted everytime he caught something!

The boy spat on the ground picking up his moss ball and continuing on his way to the elder's den. Unfortunetly, his path led him to cross significantly close to the kitten. Looking sideways at her, his pale blue oculars flashed with disgust. Kits were the worst. Compelled to express his opinion, Asp mumbled to the kitten - close enough to the girl so only Butterflykit would hear, " nice catch squirt, enjoy it while it lasts. I doubt you'll be actching anything worthwhile if you stay as chubby as you are " he said, before continuing on his way to complete his duties.

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ASPHODELPAW ;;

Asphodelpaw absolutely hated kittens. I mean, yeah ok they're an essential part of the clan - growing up to be able bodied warriors and queens and junk but...MAN, why'd they have to be so annoying? They whined and cried and expected everything to be handed to them! Worse yet, things WERE handed to them! He loathed it! Loathed the attention they got, the things they got away with.

He hated children.

So of course, when he caught sight of the squirrely kit trying to sneak out of camp, his fur immediately stood on end. Ungrateful brats! Why was it so hard for them to understand that going out alone meant sure death!? His irritation mounting to fury when Stormpaw approached, doing nothing, and then the kitten's own mother only gave a passing chide.

Unable to help himself, Asp rose to his feet and hissed,

"'Naughty kitten'? that's it? That's all your going to say?" though it was absolutely none of his business how a mother raised her child...Asp wasn't exactly the best at knowing his place. "It's explicitly against the rules for a kitten to be outside camp - for good reason! Not only could she have endangered herself, she could've thrown the whole clan system out of balance because everyone would drop everything going after her, wasting a full day's worth of work and patrols for some little imbecile who, apparently, you can't even teach a simple rule to!" Storming up to Lynxthroat and Fawnkit, spiky fur even more bristled, the boy glared up at the much larger, much more experienced queen, " I'm an apprentice and even I can see your making for an awful foster mother!" he really didn't know when to draw the line.

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ASPHODELPAW ;;

Unlike the rest of the clan, Thunder's resident critique was not amused.

He glared at the formed crowd from his position by a group of NPCs readying to go on patrol. Of course, all of them were too awestruck by these news to continue on their tasks, despite Blackstorm's suggestion. Thus, of course, Asp's irritation flew to it's usual heated point.

And, of course, he wasn't about to keep his mouth shut about it.

"so your telling me, your all going to drop everything and accept a HEALER for our LEADER? Just like that? Just because of a couple of DREAMS?" he said, emphasizing certain words with a sneer. Approaching the crowd, he gave a disdainful sniff at all the surrounding supporters to Lambtuft's reign. "Your a medicine cat, Lambtuft! Your honestly going to just abandon your rank like that?" he squinted at her, then raised his chin with a suspicious glare, "How do we know your not just faking this sign from Starclan?"

Promptly, his icy stare would shift right onto Blackstorm, "And you of all cats want us to just drop this matter? We should have a meeting now! Talk about it NOW! Seems kinda suspicious that the two cats who've had such life-altering dreams are suddenly keeping their mouth shuts about it!"

Looking around at all the other gathered cats, the 'paw lashed his tail furiously, "Am I the only one who thinks this is weird and sudden? You've got to be kidding me!"

//all IC opinions aahh Asp is just a huge antagonist Lambstar for leader 10/10 !!

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ASPHODELPAW ;;

Asphodel was an avid caretaker of rulers and rights. He believed full heartedly in the code and it's themes of peace and kindness as much as possible, even with enemy clans. But Asphodel also really liked to unsheathe his claws. Also, what he liked was riverclanners staying on their side of the damn river and away from Thunderclan's lot!

The icy cold apprentice would come and stand beside Lambstar, even her foil, he was all teeth and claws. Childishly furious to her patient hesitance, Asp wasn't about to let a bunch of scum sucking bottom feeding flea-ridden PARAITES to take HIS territory!

"Has swimming in a river full of fish piss made you all blind?" he snarled, lashing his tail, "because as I see it, the sunningrocks are on OUR side of the river, thus, making it a part of THUNDERCLAN's land!" drumming his claws on the ground, his icy glare was mostly directed at the brown tabby molly with the feather in her tail. Rotten frog face had pissed on his rocks! Pawing furiously at the ground, he rolled his shoulders.

He was going for her, first!

But, sadly, he'd have to wait for Lambstar to make the decision. Licking his lips, he stared sideways at the fluffy young leader. He narrowed his eyes, awaiting to see if she'd back out like a coward or not.

As much as Asp wanted to fight, a leader's word was law.

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ASPHODELPAW ;;

His name is Asphodelpaw.

On account mostly because of the bloom of white on his chest, which had reminded his parents of the star-shaped flower. It was a strong sounding name for a flower. Unfortunately, neither of his parents seemed to realize quite at the moment the somber meaning behind this flower.

"My regrets follow you to the grave"

Asphodelpaw is eight moons old.

He's an apprentice of the greatest clan of all time; Thunderclan. Much like his father, Asp is avid about the code and it's laws. Since he was a kit, he'd always been fascinated with the rules and how only a couple of sentences kept order among such a large community. He'd always loved the idea of peace through order. He dreamed of one day becoming leader. Of making his parents proud.

"The flower of death"

He is an orphan.

The son of a missing Coldthroat and Cinderstream. Both strong, capable warriors whom just...disappeared. It isn't a surprise, though. Cats often times just up and vanish, many cats in the clan are orphans themselves because of it. It wasn't like Asphodel was alone.

So of course it didn't bother him.

"Its tradition to place by graves-"

"Would you shut UP!" Asphodel roared, at last rounding on the two younger apprentices. Both startle, looking up from their talk to stare in confusion and nervousness at Asphodelpaw. They had been talking harmless facts - one of the apprentice being a curious botanist. But of course, Asphodelpaw didn't care. Storming up to the two, he shoved his paw pointedly into their chests, "you think your little facts are funny? Why don't you stop wasting your damn time and get back to work! We have a den to clean, or is moss not symbolic enough for you imbeciles?" he spat.

Asphodelpaw watched as the two apprentice's scurried out of the half-cleaned den, one sobbing with her tail between her legs. He scoffed, turning back to his work. Pansies. If they cant take a bit of criticism, then how are they ever going to be proper warriors?

The boy paused when his paw brushed over a velvety surface. Looking down, his blue eyes flashed at the sight of the white flower at his paws. Palid and pale, with a splash of red in it's center - like a splatter of blood on a long-dead corpse.

He ripped the Asphodel to shreds.

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ASPHODELPAW ;;

//I'd love a thread!!

Asphodelpaw was an interesting creature. He was a practitioner of the code, and a follower of rules with bold zeal. However, he did not take orders easily, and questioned everything if he felt it did not pertain to the code and laws exactly. For example, he could stomp all over Lamstar's reign and opinions, but would never - EVER - go against her word. But besides Lambstar, the deputy and the medicinecat, he did not listen to anyone unless he absolutely agreed with what they told or ordered him to do.

Especially not little miss high and mighty.

Asphodelpaw snorted, his icy hues looking almost amused as he Slatepaw chided him. "That s'posed to make me feel bad? I've done the most work cleaning out these dens while those girls gossiped - you think just asking politely would make 'em shut up?" probably, not the point right now though, "I'm here to work and serve my clan, not tend to every little daisy-plucker who got sore paws doing what she was ordered. How about you get off your high horse and do the same - " he paused, then blinked his eyes with theatrical, exaggerated shock, "Oh! Oh, or do you have special privileges because your the leader's number one fan?" he sneered, eyes flashing. He noticed the way those two looked at each other. Best friends for life ~ bah! she-cats were gross.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed his sister, watching on. For a moment, he thought she was looking his way, about to defend him...but then she resumed her meal and smirked. Asphodel deflated a bit, watching his sister turn away. What ever happened to family having your back?

Shaking his head, he chilled the glooming cloud in his chest into the ice it had been before. Screw siblings - screw all these cats! They weren't true followers of the code anyway, always so quick to defend the weak rather than the right.

Pathetic!

"Eat dirt, prophet," came Asphodel's response, slapping away Blackstorm's metaphorical hand of peace. Like he was going to listen to this cloud-head! "If you guys dont mind, I have actual work to do," he snarled, raising his chin and continuing on his way to drop off the dirty moss in the mounting pile by the camp entrance. It was not a one-person job to clean up a whole den, as there was a lot of claw and picking up and carrying to do. Not that Asphodel cared. He always enjoyed a nice calm task.

Without pathetic pleibians in his way.

"I think I saw Lambstar over there - better hurry you guy, her butt hasn't been kissed-up to in like, five whole minutes!" he called mockingly over his shoulder.

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ASPHODELPAW ;;

The clan's resident party-pooper was here and he was as angry as ever. The only reason he was here at all wasn't because he wanted to play - seriously? Shame on you if you actually believed that was his intention! After all, look at that face. Brown furrowed with burning hatred, teeth showing in a sneer that was most likely stuck on him since birth. He was not a kid who enjoyed hearing the word 'game', let alone participating in such a huge waste of time.

Patrols to be done people! Dens to clean, prey to catch! But noooooo, they were all out here, climbing trees like a bunch of bafoons!

So why, then, was Asphodel fuming at the very back of the crowd? Because his sister was stupid enough to be here. She could get hurt, and he was going to make sure that didn't happen.

Not because he cared for her - back stabbing scum - but she was family and he had a job to protect her. And you know how much Asp loves jobs.

Still, he wasn't about to keep his mouth shut through all this.

"Oh yes, oh how amazing - here I thought warriors HUNTED squirrels, didn't know they could also BECOME them!" Asphodelpaw said, while clapping his paws mockingly. He kept most of his rage-glittering eyes on Blackstorm. It should be obvious by now Asphodelpaw held more than a little resentment towards the calm deputy, but this took the cake. Deputies were supposed to be the advisers to the clans, the one who kept order among the ranks by giving everyone duties and tasks to do.

And here he was.

Pretending to be a chipmunk.

And people wondered why he didn't respect the guy!

Asp's tongue itched to give the older man a through verbal lashing, but for once, he held his tongue. He didn't want to end up getting sent back to camp for being a "disruption" as he inevitably would be. As much as he loathed being here and longed to get back to his apprentice duties, he was here to keep an eye on Stormpaw. Can't exactly do that while far away in camp.

"Good luck everyone," he yawned, waving a paw, "break a leg and all that," he added with a sneer.

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