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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]WARB IS SIMBA LMFAO
Intense Enemies

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]She wanted to smile. She wanted to laugh in amusement. She wanted to be normal right now-- but she couldn't. Her face was as hard as a brick as she stared down at Stormkit, yet she felt her insides warming up as she gave an internal laugh.

"I will not be the one that tells your mother," she stated, "but news in RiverClan travels fast, little one... but I will tell her if you come out to the river again without a warrior to protect you." Or, hell, she would settle for a trainee. Just as long as it got Stormkit from toying with his life again.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Feeling her body stiffen instantly at the touch of Quietriot, she would feel herself sliding further away from the Riverguard, turning her head to slowly stare at the much younger girl from the corner of her cold eyes. It was not that she hated Quietriot-- no, it was nothing like that. In fact, she hadn't even disliked her all too much anymore, unlike when she first met the apprentice back in ArcadianClan. But she constantly tried to touch her-- tried to lean on her-- and that was the stuff that the sorta old deputy absolutely despised.

"I am fine, thank you." Like Quietriot's, her voice whispered as well, turning into a soft mumble in the sea around her. While it did not look like it, the tortie was actually a bit grateful for her kindness-- kindness like this was rare. It was best to be cherished while you still had it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]In her days, she had some things that she'd done, so she was due for some confessions as well-- but they were minor things. No, from what she remembered, she had never taken a life unless it was for food... and since she was not a cannibal, and since cats weren't classified as food, her soul was pretty clean.

Warblerwing had never tried to love anyone-- not in a romantic sense, anyway. She never had the interest nor the drive. However, she did love her best friend (in the most platonic way possible) and her adopted kittens. Perhaps even a special type of love was reserved for her siblings, even if she did not know them when they all joined here... which was ironic, because some of them were the most known RiverClanners. Half of them were gone, yes, but the other half were still here. Jager was Head Riverguard now. Skippingstones was a Riverguard with the title of Innovator. Sealion, although his appearances were brief and almost rare nowadays, was a medicine cat apprentice.

The tortoiseshell clung to the shadows as she listened to the dog speak, and soon, her attention drifted in the opposite direction in search of Quietriot. Hopefully she showed up. If not, that would be pretty embarrassing on the bartender's behalf-- but Warblerwing would not judge if so. Waverly deserved happiness. She was a kind individual with a heart made of gold.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Despite Stormkit's negative thoughts, she had thought that one day Stormkit would make a fine warrior. He had a lively soul and he was quick to check things out-- to explore. He had an ambition to get out there. It was a great quality that would make a great man one day, and she was only hoping that she could watch him grow.

"Good, Stormkit." Answered the soil-colored dappled feline, nodding her head very slightly. "Perhaps you and I can come out here on a day I am free." She was busier now, yes; she did not realize how demanding the role of deputy was, and she commended Wastedtime for his contribution... no matter how bare it was, but it took guts to be the second in command. He was a good man, it was a shame he was not the next leader anymore.

A blink was what shoved her out of her head. "I will get going if you are safe. Make sure you dry yourself off-- it would be a shame to catch a cold in the summer." She'd already done that, and it was not at all fun.

So, the tortie would slowly make her way forward, and then turn to slowly pad along the river's bank. And, soon enough, her figure was as tiny as an ant, too far to hear any of their words.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]A place beside Meltedkit was the spot that Warblerwing claimed, training her grassy green eyes upon the returning RiverClanner. Yes... yes, she remembered the flirt very well. Luckily, the two never interacted in that way, but she would not take kindly to flirting. Flirting was how she first met Quietriot in ArcadianClan-- which ultimately made Warb clamp up to the Riverguard until recently.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Passing Quietriot and feeling waves of annoyance buzzing off the Riverguard through body language, all the multi-colored fae could do was stare emptily as she passed by. It was very unlike the apprentice to be acting so... withdrawn.

Realizing quickly that this was a joining session, Warblerwing snapped her eyes onto the man. Nothing that he possessed stuck out to him, aside from the fact that he seemed a bit nervous... was that a quirk that was stained into his personality, or was he just anxious about the situation? She could understand if it was the latter. It was scary to come to a new place.

"Welcome, Sal." The word felt strange on her tongue... Sal, like a salamander. Newt. Frog. Slimy. Feeling herself beginning to drift back into her brain, she spoke again, forcing herself to prevent a round of dissociation. "I am Warblerwing. Would you be needing help with navigating RiverClan?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Poetic, indeed. This "Lostboy" card was certainly interesting enough to probe the interest of Warblerwing-- however, when she realized replying was essential, all she could do was blink. "I am fine." Replied the melancholy-sounding woman, merely tilting her head and staring with distant green eyes. "It is just my face." Physically, she could not show emotion, but Lostboy was kind of right. She was a little fucked up inside with the recent tragic death of her daughter, along with other stuff that happened. She was struggling to cope, but time was slowly healing her wounds.

When the fae announced herself to be odd, the tortie merely shook her head. "No worries." And, it seemed as though Tadashi beat her to a warm welcome. "[b]You are welcome here with us-- my name is Warblerwing."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]ooc | sry for my lateness! fright wins with 1,967 words, congrats!

Ah, yes. It finally came to an end. It was interesting to watch, but everything must end, right? "The winner is Frightfur." And then, two birds would come to flutter over his head, trying to drop the crown of fishbones upon him. She noticed her kin, Abysmalkit, was trying to communicate with her-- but she toddled off, soon to be distracted in her own stuff. Unfortunately, Warblerwing had to pay attention to the race at hand.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Whether or not Bullet gave her the full and honest truth was none of her concern-- his personal life was his own, and she was not one to delve into others' business unless invited. And even then, she was quite reluctant if they were not family.

"Interesting." She replied, curling her tail over her toes and allowing her attention to roll over to the smooth waters, gazing upon the white reflection that the moon gave off. "I suppose a diary is nothing compared to the memories in your head. Those will never go away." While the tossing of the diary was symbolic, you could not escape the past.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Warblerwing was not familiar with the former leader. No, she had joined when Twistedstar-- later Frenchstar-- was the ruler of these lands. Back then, RiverClan was much smaller and there were more warriors than kits and apprentices, and practically almost everyone were cats. But now, RiverClan was gigantic, and their army was large enough to be able to take on ShadowClan and ScarClan at the same time. It was something to be proud about.

"Enjoy your visit, then." Meowed the deputy in her low, emotionless voice. As usual, not a single emotion flayed her scarred face, and instead she was left with an empty stare. It was tough to be alexithymic, but you lived with it. StarClan knew she did.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Warblerwing was next to approach, overhearing the visitor's inquiry from not too far away. Seeing that Honeysuckle was unsure and Quietriot was.. well, quiet, she felt it was necessary to pop in.

"Hello." Warblerwing meowed as she opened her maw, trying to drink in the scent of the creature. However, she pinpointed one. "It depends on where you live. If you live in an enemy's land, then it becomes tricky from there. But, surely, if you are an ally, you are welcome to stay." Her voice was cold and flat, humdrum and quiet. Yet, this was unintentional. She was naturally like this.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Feeling a knot in her chest as she saw the name of Shrikekit, Warblerwing could not help but swallow the feeling of dread that was beginning to resurface in her lithe body. She pushed it down, down down down into her belly, forcing it to stay there so it would not affect her brain.

It was over now. She was gone. She wasn't coming back.

Inhaling very quietly, Warblerwing allowed herself to glide in the back, hanging around in the shadows and going unnoticed. Although the memorial was very well thought out, she was still grieving for the loss of her daughter. Seeing her name engraved on a plate only reminded her that her death was indeed real.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]The smell of death and blood mixed together in a sickly concoction was all it took for Warblerwing to quickly arrive, attracted to the scene like a moth was to light. Tess, despite his grumpiness, was a good boy. Warblerwing could see it. Despite his rough exterior, she could see the caring nature in the medic.

And now, he was gone. The life in his eyes now grew dim, and soon enough his body would decay and crumble to dust. Just like how she would, and the rest of them. You could only outrun death for so long-- one day, they all would permanently die.

Grief had hammered in the body of Warblerwing as she swallowed, yet stared intensely at everyone who gathered around him. Out of everyone, Quietriot seemed to take it the worst way-- she was crying on Tess, for StarClan's sake.

Weaving around Littlekit to stand beside Quietriot, the tortoiseshell remained wordless. She could sympathize. She knew the pain. Of course, the loss of a child was completely different from the loss of a friend, but a loss was still a loss. "Quietriot, come. Stand." Softly, although spoken in her usual unchanging voice, Warblerwing spoke, prompting the Riverguard to rise. "It is hard, I understand. But there is always hope that they will come back." They... a part of her indirectly mentioned Shrikekit, although it was accidental.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Warblerwing was definitely not Athena, although she was the next best thing. She arrived promptly, a bit tired and sheepish, yet still here. It was unknown why she was even in the steamboat in the first place-- perhaps she was napping-- but she was lucky enough to catch Steadfast.

"Is that not what the Riverguard team is for?" Asked the tortie as she stood, eyes pinned upon her sister's best friend. She noticed the nervous tick in him, although she remained calm and lacking of harsh judgement. No one but killers and assholes deserved her judgement.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Warblerwing had grown fond of WindClan, too. It wasn't because that's where she lived for a couple weeks in her kithood, no, but because of Shrikekit's passing and Praguespring's kindness. And, speaking of the elk, he had arrived-- his arrival warmed her heart a bit.

But her attention was first set upon Sanctifiedpaw-- an apprentice she remembered from her last visit to WindClan. She was there the both times that the deputy visited, but she never caught a name. Bullet already accepted the little invite, so Warblerwing was left bobbing her head in a nod.

"Thank you." She replied, taking her attention off the attention and onto Praguespring yet again. "How are you?" The deputy would then ask, and instantly her mind wandered towards the gifts she prepared to send to WindClan. Oh-- actually, she could do that now. "I was planning on sending someone to your home, but I have gifts for WindClan from me personally-- a thank you. My bones are too old to make too many journeys outside of RiverClan, otherwise I would have delivered them to you. If you will be patient enough, I could run and get them now." All the talking was beginning to mentally exhaust her, but it would be over soon. It was worth it, anyway, to show gratitude for the clan that harbored Shrikekit, and for the man who came all the way here to notify her personally.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Chinatiger was a figure that drifted around when she had first joined-- the people like him, Wastedtime, and Haise (Kaneki, at the time) were all figures that were prominent enough in her memories to make her feel even slightly nostalgic. Nostalgic in a sense that she could think back on the time where she had first began her mark here, that is.

Happening to be here by coincidence, Warblerwing came across Chinatiger and perked her ears. "Do you need a medicine cat?" She firstly asked, ruling out the first thing that held importance. Would he remember her? Maybe. Maybe not. If not, she would not complain-- the two did not interact on a personal level.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Rosekit, yes, Rosekit; she'd been familiar with the kitten the first time she got captured (or something similar along those lines), and then she remembered seeing the child at Shrikekit's funeral.

Pushing down remorse at the recollection of her daughter's funeral, Warblerwing merely sat in silence, her eyes flicking from member to member. It was a shame to see a member go, but you could not tame a free spirit. You could not keep someone in a place where they were not happy.

She could never see herself leaving this place. No, it was not where she belonged, but she now felt so deeply invested in RiverClan that even thinking about departing would pain the deputy. But before RiverClan, she was nomadic-- she never thought she'd find a forever home. But she did. Hopefully, WindClan would be Rosekit's.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Warblerwing was not enchanted with any powers at all. She did not have The Sight, she did not have elemental powers... hell, she did not even have minor powers like the flower-growing one. Maybe if she had such supernatual abilities, she would have been able to help Shrikekit more...

Blinking as she padded beneath the moonlight in the steamboat, she could not help but overhear the casual conversation between "Tadashi" and Edward-- the threat was what tripped Warblerwing off, surprised that the striped beast would even talk like that. He was always kind, why change?

Paces quickened and her breathing remained quiet and subtle. When she arrived, she was able to hear things clearly now-- she was not happy. "Tadashi." A sharp yet dead voice had sounded, signifying the deputy's sudden presence. She took a moment to inspect his dimly lit figure, noticing how different he seemed and.. and the claw marks, the wounds inflicted upon his once handsome face. It reminded herself of her own, yet her gruesome scar was more of a trophy than something that came from a psychotic break. "You dare threaten a clanmate?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]ShadowClan was missing an important member as well-- except, ShadowClan and Radioactiveplague was much less welcome here than CloverClan and Beetlestar were. Warblerwing would take the pro-clan leader any day over the bastard who allowed his members to slaughter kits and the leader, Frenchstar... Twistedstar, at the time.

Seeing that Steadfast and Chett were already crawling on the leader, the tortoiseshell was merely left to wait as she came forward and took her own seat, allowing her personal bubble to be quite large. Her distant green orbs prompted Beetlestar to speak, a hidden underlying curiosity cropping up in them.