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Post by sweetclover1 on May 10, 2020 9:43:16 GMT -5
(We could just say Oakpaw didn't know? That she assumed Twistedpath was injured during her time as a medicine cat? And I will! Luckily we're a library, so they just need people working on projects already planned that don't have to do with interacting with the public, it's just kind of all hands on deck right now.)
Twistedpath let out a soft hiss as the warrior stubbornly hobbled over to the remaining Windclan apprentice, wondering if it would be better to physically knock her over than let her do this, but instead continued to hover over the stubborn warrior as she spoke to the still resting wind clan cat. What is with warriors and not listening to medicine cat? She thought sourly, letting Oakpaw take care of getting the warrior back into her nest, following them back and forcing her hackles to be lower than they wanted to be at the moment.
"Remember that you're injured, too. Just because you made it to a medicine cats den doesn't mean that your injuries won't get worse. " Because, she'd learned, that being frank and letting warriors know the actual dangers and they weren't invincible was a good way to handle it most of the time. She settled onto her own haunches with a grimace- even after all these moons of recovery, some movement was difficult- just to take a better look at the wound. It was definitely infected- but there wasn't a reason for it not to be. Rosepelt was likely stuck in windlcan territory with no help for at least a full day, if not longer, and that was more than enough time to let infection set in.
Great.
"Oakpaw, what is the best herb that you would use for an already infected wound?" While this was serious, taking the time to teach Oakpaw in the moment was something she could afford to do, her attention fully on the warrior infront of her, her one shredded ear tilted to show she was listening to Oakpaw as she fully assessed this. "Take your time with your answers too." She added, already making a plan in her head and wondering how close she would be with this. ---
Bogstars eyes narrowed significantly at the non answer- while they didn't tolerate disrespectful kits in Shadowclan, there were plenty of punishments that didn't include threatening to throw a kit out into the wild, on their own, with what practically amounted to a carcass site all around them. That, he decided, was significantly worse and would absolutely put the kit in both danger and distress. He wasn't helping his case when he said that it was only a threat, nothing more, and Frogleap let out a low growl at that. It certainly wasn't acceptable, to threaten a kit who didn't actually know any better.
Stormpelt couldn't help but grimace when Jasminefur pointed out that Ferntooth had explicitly said that he had power over Bogstar and had terrorized the little kit, and she swore she could see something change in Bogstars features at that. "So, let me get this straight. Because a kit was being disrespectful, you decided that the best course of action was to threaten to bring him back to a grave yard of rotting cats? And that I was weak enough to be swayed by one cat in my clan, and that's something you wanted a kit to believe?" He asked, his voice low, stalking slowly towards Ferntooth. His hackles weren't raised, his claws weren't extended, but he looked beyond furious and Stormpelt sucked in a breath as Frogleap made his way over to Stormpelt and Jasminefur, wanting to stay away from Bogstars palpable fury.
"I haven't seen Stormpelt this angry, before." She commented quietly, watching as Bogstar got into Ferntooth's personal space, head tilted up and looking down at the warrior as if he were a lowly apprentice who was in trouble. "Tell me, Ferntooth. Is that what you did, yes or no?" And it was still quiet, but you could have heard an acorn drop from a tree from how quiet it was, because this wasn't a common occurrence, Bogstar being this angry. It was one of the Shadowclan leaders strengths- outside of kits and apprentices he was always logical and never lost his temper around some of the more hot headed warriors of their clan.
So to see him angry enough to be quiet, to get into someones space, was practically unheard of and Stormpelt wasn't the only one who was watching this whole situation carefully.
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Post by Shadowkit on May 10, 2020 15:45:45 GMT -5
(Yeah she definitely wouldn't have been alive right? Would make sense she didn't know. I didn't know folks could show up to do work in a library, do you still have virtual book orders or something? Or just projects to make the library better?)
Oakpaw clearly recalled her mistake from the previous day, and the explanation that accompanied it, so Oakpaw had no issue answering the question. "Chervil is the best," She murmured quietly, not taking any more time as she trotted over to the stores of herbs and, grateful for the boost they had received from the WindClan stores, picked up some chervil and brought it back over to her mentor. "Or...or maybe horsetail?" She mewed with uncertainty just as she set the chervil down, remembering the herb that almost exclusively grew in the ShadowClan territory. Though she remembered the previous day she couldn't remember which herb was better for infection or if there were different types of infection and what was best, and her doubt of herself quickly took hold once more. Her face went pale and she adopted a scowl on her face as she waded in her uncertainty. She seemed to be starting down the same path in her head again, not being perfect and not remembering every detail, and criticizing herself for it.
Rosepelt focused on Twistedpath as she stressed the seriousness of her injury, something that Rosepelt didn't exactly need to be reminded of, but that she clearly wasn't prioritizing. Even though she was feeling like her leg wouldn't shatter for praying over Cherrypaw, she held her tongue as Twistedpath turned this wound to the youngest she-cat present.
Rosepelt wondered how capable the cat was, but she started off relatively strongly, confidently calling out an herb and bringing it over. But Rosepelt grew concerned as Oakpaw second-guessed herself, and dismay became clearly visible on the apprentice's face. She wondered whether Oakpaw was the best one to be doing the job, but at the same time she could see the apprentice was stuck on the problem, and though she was worried, she kept quiet for the moment.
Jasminefur could tell rather quickly that Bogstar bought the truth which the WindClan warrior gave him, probably as a result of the corroboration of the other ShadowClan cats. Things had fallen almost silent in the camp, and his fur bristled slightly as he felt a storm was about to break over the territories when he saw the leader's fury being held back for the purpose of drawing a direct answer from Ferntooth. Holding his breath, he glanced to the side at Frogleap, wondering if the cat felt this was deserved after that patrol. Jasminefur wasn't feeling any empathy at all for Ferntooth. He could read that Bogstar was ready to go off on Ferntooth, even only knowing the leader from Gatherings--still, Ferntooth brought this completely on himself, Jasminefur thought. Poor Ryekit was already traumatized, and Jasminefur was the one who was going to have to nurture the kit and try to pull him out of that.
Ferntooth swallowed the building saliva in his mouth as Bogstar began speaking, stalking towards him in a strut that left him feeling more like a hunted kit than ever before. He was about to interject as the leader pointed out the weakness Ferntooth had implied in the leader, about to say that he hadn't meant that at all, but the leader begged the question, not leaving him the opportunity to evade the direct question like had been before.
Ferntooth had never looked so meek to his clanmates as Bogstar demanded a 'yes' or a 'no,' and even though his pelt was bristling and burning with the desire to take apart Bogstar's telling of what the warrior had done, he could see just how close his leader was to tearing his ears off, and the prideful and arrogant warrior saw the wisdom of changing his tune and letting himself be in the wrong here. Bogstar was choosing the kit's side here, and even if that made the warrior burn with anger, he knew if he pushed this any further, whatever consequence was coming was going to pale in comparison with what Bogstar did with him. With that in mind, he managed to swallow his ego.
"Y-yes, Bogstar," His mew, quiet and trod upon was purposefully inaudible to most of the cats beyond Bogstar. "I made you look weak," His widened eyes were awaiting something grave to come from the leader. "F-forgive me."
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2020 14:09:13 GMT -5
(A little bit of both! Our library is closed to patrons, but they can still check things out. We have a no contact check out. It's also a university library so a lot of professors are.requesting materials for their courses for the summer and fall- we just switched to trimesters. We also have a ton of side projects that we had planned already for the summer, like shifting our materials, pulling old books that are outdated and never used, and other projects as well. We are running on pretty much a skeleton crew right now because most of the faculty are working from home, but I'm not complaining because it gives me work to do lol.)
Twistedpath was surprised when Oakpaw remembered both herbs that would work well for this situation, letting out a purr and nudging Oakpaw a little to encourage her. "Both would work. I'm glad you remembered horsetail, for now, I want you to use Chervil. We have more of it in the storage thanks to you, so we should use that. Sometimes you'll have herbs that serve the same purpose, so try and think about which you prefer to use, and how much of each we have left." She explained, calm even when she noticed that Oakpaw was taking this situation so seriously, to the point where she was struggling.
It was a common occurrence for Oakpaw, Twistedpath noticed, that if she didn't do something perfect it was an issue and a hurdle that she couldn't get over. It was why she had changed her path, and while Twistedpath had her own opinions and issues with Oakpaw using the choice of being a medicine cat as a secondary option, she kept her thoughts to herself because the she cat had the ability to be a good medicine cat. Starclan knows that she tried harder than Twistedpath did when she was forced into the position, and was picking up on her training faster than Twistedpath ever did.
She was just grateful that her former mentor didn't let her wallow in her own anger for too long and refused to let a then Twistedpaw get away with much during her recovery. The black she cat glanced over at Rosepelt for a moment, curious, and relieved that she wasn't saying anything that would ruin Oakpaws confidence anymore. The scarred medicine cat glanced over at Oakpaw. "Would you want to take over Rosepelt while I check on Cherrypaw, or would you prefer me here?" Giving her the option and a little more leeway, hoping that she *understood* that she was trusting Oakpaw in taking care of a warrior.
Frogleaps fur was bristling, uncomfortable with the palpable rage that came off of Bogstar, his own ears flattened because he hadn't seen Bogstar like this before. Even Stormpelt was feeling anxious, unsure what he was going to do, because Bogstar was rarely like this. He was often calculated in his responses, making it difficult to truly understand what he was thinking or feeling, so seeing Bogstar just off enough for everyone to feel this was incredibly concerning.
His eyes narrowed for a moment at the meek apology, wondering how much Ferntooth truly meant of it, before lowering his muzzle to Ferntooth's ear. "Do not think that I have not considered your opinion of this. I expected more of someone who's served Shadowclan well for moons." Because he couldn't say that Ferntooth hadn't been a good warrior in the past, that his attitude wasn't a concern, but overall he was a capable warrior that he felt as if he could trust. At least- he had in the past. After the Oakpaw debacle, he was beginning to have some doubts on the responsibilities he had given him. "I'm sorry to say, I'm disappointed."
Both Stormpelt and Frogleap were close enough to overhear this, the two younger warriors exchanging a glance. "Ouch." Frogleap muttered under his breath, scooting closer to Jasminefur and Stormpelt because it felt wrong to eavesdrop on what seemed to be a more personal conversation.
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Post by Shadowkit on May 16, 2020 16:50:23 GMT -5
(Well it sounds like they're doing it really safely which i'm glad to hear. My uni library closed down and had two librarians still in the buildings, all the student workers are remote, responding to emails and doing virtual processing and such.)
Oakpaw couldn't hide a purr from finally escaping her when her mentor both praised and nudged her encouragingly. Twistedpath was laying it on strong that Oakpaw had done a good job and it seemed to be breaking through her wall of failure. Before she could take it in and enjoy the feeling for a few moments, Twistedpath was moving on.
Right. These cats needed their help. She needed to focus back in. She considered what Twistedpath was asking and then thought about Oakpaw's own concerns about the binding on Rosepelt's leg. "Shouldn't you check the patchwork on Rosepelt's leg?" She chose not to say anymore as Twistedpath had scolded her for putting her own work down, but...she really did feel like Twistedpath could do a better job.
"Does Cherrypaw need more chervil paste? I can change the cobwebs."
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Jasminefur listened closely to Bogstar, trying to pick up on what he was saying, but only catching the trail of his last words. He was still not feeling any sympathy for Ferntooth, his hard gaze having shifted back to the warrior as he waited for the warrior to burst out in anger again.
The chastised warrior barely managed to keep from flinching as Bogstar leaned in towards his ear, and he felt a shiver run down his spine as Bogstar seemed to regain his calm as he scolded the warrior. The truth was that even if Bogstar had 'considered' what he thought, Ferntooth thought he was making objectively poor decisions being ready to shelter all of these WindClan cats, but now wasn't the moment he was going to push this any further. He needed to be apologetic and keep the leader from getting any angrier at him.
There wasn't much more for Ferntooth to say than the apology he had already given the leader, and he simply gave a nod of acknowledgement and wondered if he should just...leave, go hunting or make himself useful in some other way.
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Post by Shadowkit on May 17, 2020 10:52:56 GMT -5
(Sure. How about to the evening, and Cherrypaw begins to stir?)
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Post by Shadowkit on May 17, 2020 12:40:30 GMT -5
Jasminefur was able to finally relax a little when Ferntooth meekly made his way out of camp with another warrior to hunt, feeling Ryekit hadn't deserved any of the grief that the fox-heart had given. Finally, he could take a breath, and after a brief farewell to the two warriors beside him, he returned to the medicine cat's den, wanting nothing more than to curl up safely with his sister.
So he spent much of the day doing so, very quietly sharing tongues with his sister. While the spectre of the loss of their clan was nowhere near gone, there was something of a flicker of hope as they were able to take solace in each other's survival. Without a break like this, he didn't know how he was supposed to get through this living nightmare.
They spoke little of it, besides to speculate how to care for Ryekit and what in the name of StarClan they would do if they lost Cherrypaw too, after all of this. This seemed to worry Oakpaw as she overheard parts of their conversation, but the medicine cat's apprentice was trying to hide it from her expression. Jasminefur was content to spend the hours of the day simply appreciating Rosepelt's presence.
(lame starter im sorry)
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Post by Shadowkit on May 21, 2020 14:07:52 GMT -5
(Alrighty)
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Post by Shadowkit on May 25, 2020 18:14:02 GMT -5
(Sure)
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Post by Shadowkit on May 25, 2020 18:24:24 GMT -5
(I was thinking the lush StarClan forest? Bringing Stormpelt right up to Silverpelt)
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Post by Shadowkit on May 25, 2020 18:37:28 GMT -5
(I’m going to play three but im fine if you want to bring in another)
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Post by Shadowkit on May 25, 2020 19:08:40 GMT -5
(Alrighty--I'll just put my other characters on hold until this is done is that cool?)
A light and frosty mist was gently dancing around in the air with the light breeze as the resting form of Stormpelt slowly faded in and took shape on the warm, sunlit floor, creating a shimmering effect on her pelt as the sun shone through the misty covering. One cat stood on his four paws, about three tail-lengths away from where the ShadowClan warrior now lie. Behind him and to his left, two cats were looking on at her as well--a she-cat was lying on her side while a tom-cat was laying on his stomach and grooming the she-cat's fur. Their pelts shimmered lightly along with the sunny air, and the stars themselves seemed to blink and shine around them.
"Stormpelt, you must awaken," The standing tom-cat called to the ShadowClan she-cat, a voice that had whispered to her in dreams before--a deep, stoic meow that rang with experience and being just a little bit exhausted. Plenty more than him knew of Stormpelt's destiny, but he had been the one to begin bringing her to reckon with her future. So far, she had been practicing, training, and generally doing what she could, it seemed. She looked strong and she was a fierce defender of her clan. But she was young--and she would need more than loyalty to ShadowClan for the days ahead.
His ears twitched as he heard Flightleap behind him quietly mewing something to her mate, though he didn't catch exactly what. Their ferocity about being present for this meeting had been worrying, especially given how recently they had died. But he had had no choice but to concede something, and letting them be here purely to hear that something was being done to protect the last of WindClan was one he could make. As long as they did not begin to antagonize or pressure Stormpelt. They needed to keep their cool, despite how personal this way.
"Stormpelt, my name is Amberpelt," He spoke a little more loudly, making sure he was stirring her from her sleep. Though blended with the starry Silverpelt, a goldenish-brown slate of fur was clear on his pelt, seemingly for which he was named after. "I was a warrior of ShadowClan, and I must speak with you."
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 25, 2020 22:56:55 GMT -5
Stormpelt knew she was dreaming. She had to be- the place she was in wasn't one she recognized, and the starry cats who were sharing tongues weren't familiar either. She didn't panic- why would she? She had these dreams before, and the soft clearing was one that she had become familiar with even if these cats hadn't talked to her before. She fully expected to hear quiet whispers in her ears as she stood, explored, and be told over and over again about how important her destiny was to her clan.
What she hadn't expected, though, was someone addressing her. It was a StarClan cat- a golden brown tom with stars that blinked in and out of existence sprinkled in his pelt- so she immediately scrambled up. Her eyes were wide, ears perked up, because she wanted to know why a Starclan cat would speak with her. Thats what Twistedpath and Oakpaw were for- and sometimes Bogstar, too. Those were the three cats who shared tongues with their sacred ancestors- not her.
She had always thought she was simply a viewer, someone who could walk through Starclan without them knowing. The toms name was Amberpelt- she kept note of that as she licked her fur calmly, intrigued and thrown off at the fact that a dead cat was talking to her. "Oh- of course" She dipped her head, before looking at him once more, tilting her head to one side. "Why would you want to talk to me, though? Shouldn't you want to speak to Twistedpath?"
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Post by Shadowkit on May 26, 2020 0:46:16 GMT -5
Amberpelt watched with interest, holding back a smile as Stormpelt attempted to play it cool as she gazed upon the three dead cats. He had to grant that her initial question was a reasonable one, and he figured he could answer this relatively truthfully, even if it was not for him to disclose the whole of her destiny. "Because you need to know this," His voice dipped down from his earlier, louder meow as he suggested that this was critical information for the warrior to have specifically. "Because you are a part in a string of events greater than you, but which you have the power to impact greatly."
His ears twitched as he heard the tongue-sharing behind him stop, and he felt the eyes of the two starry warriors focused right on Stormpelt. They weren't certain of her role to play in stopping another slaughter--they didn't believe anything could stop the pack that slaughtered them, and it was hard to blame them after what they witnessed and went through.
"Listen closely, Stormpelt." His voice grew even quieter, a gravity growing in every word as his stare seemed to pierce through her fur. "A scourge of snow has wrought its wrath upon its former home. Reason is beyond it, because it sees only the revenge it wants." Amberpelt did not avoid the classical StarClan crypticism, but this was something entirely new to Stormpelt--if whispers in her ear through part of her life weren't classified as cryptic.
"This cat's revenge is not complete. Though there truly is no end to it, your clan holds in their paws what this scourge believes is the end of it. Now it is time for you to let the borders of ShadowClan fade, and realize this threat is far greater than just one clan can handle." He paused, closing his maw, biting his lip for a moment. He heard Flightleap rising behind him, and though he couldn't see it, he could imagine the displeasured look upon her face.
Amberpelt took a couple steps closer to Stormpelt. "Those who would now divide you apart by clan will be your doom." He said it with complete certainty, an uncharacteristic statement for a warrior of the normally more suspicious and self-isolated clan--and almost seeming a pointed statement towards the cat who herself had very little trust of the other clans whatsoever. "Unite yourself with the kits of flowers, stand against this cat's mission of canines and death, and protect what is most vital--the preservation of the clans. This is the destiny laid at your paws."
Amberpelt knew he needed to give Stormpelt enough to guide her in a direction. It was even more than his ancestor's ancestors had given them moons and moons ago, but he saw too many tyrants nearly end the clans, and enough cats lose faith in their oversight that he had to wonder how helpful utter crypticness was for any cat. Truthfully, he was a little tired of the oldest ranks of StarClan's preference that everything play out as the cats down below wished. They prayed to StarClan, they followed their code, and Amberpelt felt they earned nudges when they needed them to stay on the right path.
Amberpelt let the air hang for a time, wanting to let the warrior from below process what he was saying, refusing to send her off as was the tradition after a prophecy was pawed down to them. He was about to open his mouth to speak again when he was interrupted by the she-cat behind him.
Flightleap stepped forward, away from under the comforting tongue of her mate. Amberpelt had told Stormpelt how important she was, and Flightleap already knew that Amberpelt was referring to uniting with the kits of herself and Rushpad. Flightleap was having a difficult time placing her faith in this young, inexperienced warrior who barely seemed to know skirmishes, let alone the horror of combat against a pack of rabid dogs. "WindClan living on is at your paws," She gave a gruff meow as she sized the warrior up again as Flightleap drew closer. Even if she had her doubts, she recognized it wouldn't be that helpful to explicitly voice them to the warrior. Who knew what impact that discouragement could have? It was best to hold it in.
"You'd best steel yourself for what is coming." Amberpelt's gaze had turned steely and was now fixated on Flightleap, a warning in it that Flightleap might have been ignoring. "For what you might see." She didn't let Stormpelt hang on the words, as Flightleap overtook Stormpelt's vision with a memory of the WindClan camp.
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"Rosepelt, NO!" Flightleap's voice, now yowling with desperation sounded out as the surroundings of the WindClan camp suddenly replaced the sight of the starry forest. The eyes seemed to be Stormpelt's, but the voice that came out was that of the panicked Flightleap, rushing at full pelt towards a dog as at least ten cats in sight were fighting desperately against just as many, if not more dogs. This dog was massive compared to them, and had its teeth bit hard into Rosepelt's leg, and Flightleap realized the dog would be going for the killing blow as Rosepelt writhed on the floor of the camp.
Flightleap's jaws closed around the side of the dogs neck, though the neck seemed almost as large as her head and didn't seem to do the sort of fatal damage Flightleap was hoping for. The dog dropped Rosepelt on the floor and turned to her, rearing up and slapping her with a paw hard enough to send her sprawling against the floor and sending her vision to black for a few seconds.
Just as she started to stir and her vision started returning, she thought she saw the massive form of the dog looming over her, and felt the hot breath on her neck, but before the dog could strike Amberpelt let out a furious yowl, and the memory completely faded, and the starry forest was back.
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"That is enough!" Amberpelt's pelt was bristled and his voice rung with fury. Flightleap had ambushed both him and Stormpelt by showing this to the young warrior, and it had not been at all within the terms of their arrangement. Seething with anger, he seemed ready to expel Flightleap from the meeting, but the she-cat only grunted quietly and continued speaking.
"How much will you fight? How much will you sacrifice for this? Are you ready to give your life? Or worse, watch another cat do the same?" Her own anger was bubbling up, and even as she had told herself not to voice her own doubts, Flightleap was failing to keep them back in their entirety after reliving her own death, saving her daughter's life.
Flightleap fell silent, as she felt the tension in the air and didn't know much more of what to say. She was biting her lip tensely, her gaze fixed on Stormpelt until Rushpad's tail draped itself over and ran down her flank, forcing her to take a breath. Finally, he spoke up in her place as he came to stand beside her.
"My name is Rushpad, and this is Flightleap," He spoke quietly, providing the introduction his mate had avoided. He was a bit alarmed at how heavy of a memory his mate had just shared with the warrior. It was such a thing to just force into a cat's mind, and they had agreed that they were observers here. There would be a price to pay after this. "She won't say it, but...We are both grateful that you...did not tear our son apart." He tried to put a note of humor in his voice as he implied who their kit was, but with the tension in the air from Amberpelt's fury and the horror of the memory Flightleap had shared, he wasn't even disappointed when it fell flat. It was a poor attempt.
He quietly sighed. "Our kits are not that different from you. Rosepelt and Jasminefur have always wanted the best for their clan--to feed it, and to protect it. Now, they barely have that. Just...please, keep them from mouse-brained choices. That's all we ask." He followed the statement with a polite dip of his head, saying no more.
Amberpelt took in a slow, deep breath as Rushpad's much cooler tone took over, slowly settling the hackles on his fur. His eyes still blazed from what Flightleap had done to Stormpelt, and as he turned back to his clanmate from below, he stepped even closer. "The fate you have seen will not be yours, as long as you trust in StarClan and the tugging of your heart." He took in a second deep breath as he held his gaze steadily fixed to her's. "We must send you back soon, Stormpelt. But...do you have a burning uncertainty? I can entertain one." He could only imagine how many questions must be spinning around the warrior's head--or perhaps, none were, reeling from the past that she had been shown. Either way, he wanted to leave her a moment to breathe.
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Post by Shadowkit on Jun 25, 2020 16:35:10 GMT -5
hey just posting so this doesnt become a necro...
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