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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 15:59:41 GMT -6
GIVE ME A JOB GIVE ME SECURITY BLUE COLLAR MAN -- STYX NOTES: Private thread WORD COUNT: 83 ❥ IT WAS MOON-HIGH before Drought returned to DeathClan, limping and bleeding. His head wouldn't stop spinning. After the incident with Cloverstar, the leader just wanted to lie down somewhere and sleep.
He eventually found himself at the river. Swimming across in his state was a terrible idea, so the patched tom just sank down onto the pebble-covered bank and closed his eyes. If he was lucky, no one would find him until it was morning and he could go back to his den.
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Post by Stream on Aug 21, 2014 16:39:54 GMT -6
No one would find him? You're funny. Stream was walking along the shore of the river, blinking his yellow gaze once. It had gotten dark--very dark. The blue-gray tom had become lost in thought when he scented the metallic tang of blood.
Blood ...
He felt like he could smell it on him. Stream blinked and looked at his pelt. Nothing was there. But, he felt like something bad had happened to him. He then glanced further down the bank before seeing a figure on the ground.
"Oh my! Sir, are you alright?" he asked, trotting over.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 16:51:32 GMT -6
GIVE ME A CHANCE TO SURVIVE BLUE COLLAR MAN -- STYX NOTES: ------- WORD COUNT: 77 ❥ BEFORE DROUGHT COULD actually drift off to sleep, a familiar voice caused him to blink and raise his muzzle. A blue-grey cat, one he hadn't seen in seasons, was approaching him.
"Stream? Is that really you? For Darkpool's sake, I must have hit my head harder than I'd thought if I'm hallucinating. You disappeared moons ago..." He stretched out a paw, trying to touch his old friend's flank. It was hard to tell what was real anymore.
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Post by Stream on Aug 21, 2014 16:58:36 GMT -6
Stream was confused by Drought's words. He looked around, trying to see if another cat named Stream had appeared behind him, but he was the only one there. The tom gave a small head tilt.
"Um, I'm sorry, but ... who are you?" Stream saw the tom's paw trying to touch him, almost like he was trying to convince himself that Stream was there. "What do you mean I disappeared?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 17:17:11 GMT -6
I'M JUST A POOR SOUL IN THE UNEMPLOYMENT LINE BLUE COLLAR MAN -- STYX NOTES: ------- WORD COUNT: 83 ❥ "OKAY, NOW I'M certain that I must be hearing things. You would never forget my name. You were my best friend, back in the day." Drought shook his head, and promptly felt much dizzier. He then gave a tiny laugh which held no true emotion.
The leader decided to humor the Stream that he'd dreamed up. "I'm sure that I must have changed since becoming leader, but surely I'm not that different. Did you get amnesia or something while you were away?"
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Post by Stream on Aug 22, 2014 22:00:49 GMT -6
"I was? I .. I don't remember having friends." Stream felt baffled by Drought. How could I have known this cat? I don't even remember living here! Artemis said I lived here. So does this cat. He blinked before Drought spoke again.
"Wait, you're the leader? Oh, I am sorry. I had no idea." Stream felt a bit embarrassed by his simple language with the leader. He had no clue what kind of authority this cat had over DeathClan. "Um ... I don't know. If I did, I don't remember."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 20:28:53 GMT -6
MY GOD, I'M HARDLY ALIVE BLUE COLLAR MAN -- STYX NOTES: ------- WORD COUNT: 111 ❥ DROUGHT SLOWLY MANAGED to straighten up into a sitting position. It would be a little easier to chat with Mirage!Stream this way. However, it was also difficult not to topple over. It felt as if the world was swirling under the leader's paws. Not a fun experience.
"Of course, you were gone before I replaced Fallacy. Hardly anyone was left in DeathClan at that point; it was mostly just myself and Thicket." He paused to cough harshly; a few crimson specks flew from his jaws. When he had recovered, he flicked his tail impatiently.
"That's sorta the point of amnesia, isn't it? You're not supposed to remember much of anything..."
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