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Lemonlime lifted her head slowly, giving a heavy blink. Right. She had been overindulging herself in sad memories for a while. Oh look at that. Here came a calico. She smelled like a Windclanner, albeit one she didn't know. But what else would she expect? One of her missing kits to stroll up? The slate colored female sat up, starting to compress the reach of her spirit to appear as a translucent form. "Good... morning, I think?" She asked, looking up at the sun as she became apparent to the she-cat.

Track to see who gets Angel c:

The blue female cast her yellow gaze at the mouse, before turning back to the she-cat. "Oh! I'm sorry for disturbing your hunting. I didn't see the mouse you were hunting, eheh." She flicked her tail awkwardly. "Anyway, my name is Lemonlime. I'm probably going to be kind of abstract for the next few moments or so... I'm still adjusting to this worl'd medium." She shook her head quickly. "Anyway, can I ask what your name is?"

The female nodded slowly. "Yeah, but it's been nine moons at the very least since I lived here." Lemonlime gave a small smile. "Anyway, on to my business. I got somewhat tired of sitting around and being dead. However, I'm not sure that being alive would be a good idea, since my former mate is currently living and with someone else." Hungergames seemed happy, anyway... no, wait, he had changed his name since then, hadn't he. She had temporarily forgotten it. "Anyway, I still want to help the clan in some way. I was thinking I could possibly be of assistance to you occasionally?" Lemonlime flicked her ears slightly. Of course, only this cat would be able to see her. But she figured she could scout or something if she needed to.

Lemonlime nodded in agreement. "Alright. I think you should go first, because I'll be ghost stalking you, not the other way around." She smirked, flicking her tail in interest.

Lemonlime smiled. "I think you sound pretty interesting! And nice!" The femme chirped, flicking her tail. "Well, I was born to a couple of parents who weren't that active in clan life. I followed that image for a while. Eventually, I got bored of that and left for Thunderclan. I ended up missing Windclan, though, and returned right when we were moving to the mountains. I became more active and when I became a warrior, I got promoted to Honorguard and met my mate. I got promoted to Bodyguard too, but then got demoted back to Honorguard for a while. My mate then got struck by lightning and put in a coma. During that time I had kits, who ended up going inactive anyway. Right when I got promoted back to bodyguard, I went hunting and a wild dog attacked me and killed me. That's basically my life, an endless promotion struggle." Lemonlime shrugged, before smiling at Flux. "Anything else you think I need to note?"

Lem smiled. "Its fine, really. It had its good moments, and I don't regret living it." The slate colored female paused after listening to what the calico had to say. "There were fewer clan members back then, so I can see why it would seem that way. But just keep trying, I'm sure someone like you will be recognized!" The femme gave a ghostly purr, whatever that is.

"Well, I can't exactly interact with most things in this world, however, I can go almost anywhere. If you ever need to find something out, or, scout an area for something, I could do that. Or I could just hang around and give advice or something like that." Lemonlime smirked to herself, realizing how awkward and nonmystical she seemed.

"I'd love to help! I would just like to note one thing." Lemonlime's expression became slightly more serious. "I do not have enough of a presence to make myself visible to more than one living being, which is you in this case. I'd also prefer if you didn't tell that many people about me... maybe a friend or two who can keep a secret. As I said, I have a former mate alive right now, and I wouldn't want to cause him any... distress." Lemonlime paused a moment, before flicking her ears up again in a positive motion. "Anyway, I'll probably just occasionally hang around. If you ever need me to go away for a while, just tell me. I don't want to bother you."

Lemonlime nodded. "Thank you. On that note, I shall be off for now. Unless there's something else I need to address...?

The spirit smiled. "I hope so too! Goodbye, Flux!" The spirit gave a nod and faded into nothingness.

"Nice save!" A voice hummed. "I was worried for a second!" The female spirit appeared by Flux, floating around carelessly. She floated back up to the cliff and scraped her translucent claws against the ledge.

"Oooooooh!" Lemonlime appeared next to Flux, grinning. "I've played this before. Make sure it lands on someone good." She purred, reminiscing on how she kissed Hungergames and Thousandlies had attempted to flay her alive afterwards.

"Its pretty random, I don't think you can really make it land on anyone." Lemonlime flicked her ears. "Good? Well, that depends on what kind of personalities you like, Flux." The blue femme wiggled her nonexistant eyebrows.

Lemonlime chucked at the Windclanner's reaction. "I think I get it." She smirked and glanced at the empty glass bottle. "When you go up, I can try to see if I can manipulate it if you want. There's a chance I won't be able to, but it's worth a try. Y'know, unless there isn't anyone specific here you'd like to kiss of anything." The ghost smirked mischievously.

Ah, Legacy! That was a familiar name. The spirit drifted over and watched, invisible to those present.

Lem nodded. "Okay, that's fine." She floated back to watch.

"Flux...?" As voice asked quietly. Lemonlime's form shimmered gradually into existence. "What's wrong?" The spirit asked, voice full of concern. She had no idea that something had been bothering the calico, if anything, the Windclanner had seemed happy when they first met. But then again, the femme had never been the most intuitive.

The spirit, whom had previously been following Fluxuatingemotions, couldn't help but sense grieving in the air, coming from the outskirts of the territory. She then floated over, assuming it another death of one of the uselessly inactive clanmates. But when she came upon the scene, she realized it was all more than that. It was an old companion, someone who had been very special to her in life. Lemonlime felt horror build up inside of her. She whipped around to examine the Windclanners, looking for any traces that Flux had gotten over here. Once she could tell that the one cat who could sense her wasn't there, she let out the loudest scream she could muster. "DAMN IT!" She violently slashed at the air, before tilting her head up to look at the heavens. "HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO LIVE! ARE YOU THAT CRUEL, FATE?! AS SOON AS I SHOW MYSELF TO ONE MEASLY FELINE, YOU KILL ONE OF THE PEOPLE I LOVE OFF! WELL DO YOU KNOW WHAT?! I'LL TAKE YOU UP ON THAT OFFER! BECAUSE OF THAT, I'LL STAY HERE AS LONG AS I CAN! IF YOU EVER FEEL INCLINED END UP KILLING SOMEONE ELSE OFF, HOWEVER, THEN JUST TAKE ME INSTEAD!" She glanced back at the Windclanners. Of course they wouldn't notice her. They couldn't. She sighed and fell against the grass. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, before fading out of the medium for the time being.

Lemonlime drifted over and settled next to Flux. "Hello." She said quietly. A therapy session, huh? Did she have theses hen she was alive? She could hardly remember. She knew there were herb training sessions, but she wasn't sure about therapy. She decided to watch regardless.