04-17-2018, 09:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2018, 01:53 AM by Suiteheart.)
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]At the mention of the leader not having a Clan background, she shrugged with one shoulder. She knew of a few instances like this back home. It wasn’t necessarily commonplace, but it definitely was not out of the ordinary. She tried to list all these places in her head. She knew she knew them, but... why couldn’t she recall them immediately? This troubled her slightly, and she fought against the panic rising in her chest. She didn’t want to forget.
When Bastillepaw mentioned he belonged to a different region, her ears perked. Could he have belonged to the same sect as she? She wasn’t sure, and she definitely did not want to press him for questions. She also did not want to give herself up just yet. ”Yeah, I get it. We had some back home who thought it was odd to have a warrior name. And our leader had a - I guess? - regular name. She’d been born into the Clan, but her parents didn’t want to follow the name themes. They wanted her to be different, and so she was.” She thought a moment. Hadn’t she named one of her children a non-traditional name? ... She could barely remember as they had disappeared before the major incident.
“Oh, that makes sense too,” Suiteheart admitted with a nod. Why have healers when nothing bad seemed to happen? Plus, if a handful of their members knew the basics, all bases were covered. Still, she couldn’t help but feel like there weren’t enough precautions. What if someone got injured on patrol? What is someone was attacked and seriously hurt by a rogue? She made a note to bring these thoughts up with Starrynight, if she ever got the opportunity.
The thought of healing made her think of the souls. They would be perfectly suited for this... They could teach everyone.
She did crack a smile herself when Bast smirked. Hey, she was still pretty good at amusing others. At least she hadn’t lost that. ”That would be great,” Suite replied with a nod.
As he continued speaking, she felt her curiosity growing stronger. It seemed he came from an increasingly similar background as she. She so badly needed to know if they once resided in the same region. “Yeah, a few of us back home would help up-and-coming Clans and other groups out. We called ourselves ambassadors. And the last thing to be worked on was relations. Better to take care of your own than focus on others, unless it’s dire.” She had been an ambassador to a Tribe. Often times, she would bring supplies such as food and knowledge about neighbors to them. It was nice to feel like she was helping something get started; it made her feel important.
A leader she was not, but she wished she could have eventually been one. She would’ve followed in great foot steps. It would’ve been good. It would’ve been fun. But that was over now. And she was just a shadow of the once great deputy she had been.
Suiteheart let a small, soundless sigh escape her parted lips as he explained Rad was more or less harmless. It erased her worry about losing her locket. She didn’t know what she would do if it disappeared, for it was the only part of her family she had that was tangible. It meant the world to her. ”Well, that’s good. I hope she doesn’t get any better at taking things for my sake,” the white feline half-joked.
As they stepped nearer to the Observatory, she peered upward. This was one of the bigger buildings she had never seen. No, it was the biggest. It was a marvel. And it looked completely intact. “Damn, this is some place you guys got.” She followed Bastille inside. The sky above seemed somehow bluer from within the Observatory. It was nice.
As she saw others wandering about, she tried to keep her eyes low. She was not used to seeing this many individuals in one place, and it was somewhat overwhelming. She remained calm outwardly, however. Best not to scare anyone off by acting strange.
Blue eyes went straight to the direction Bast motioned toward. It was a nice little space to keep everything. It seemed dry and warm from the outside too. “Mind if I take care of this real quick? I can teach you how to wrap up sprains, if you want. And after, you can show me around a bit more - if you don’t mind,” Suiteheart said, turning to limp towards the herb storage.
When Bastillepaw mentioned he belonged to a different region, her ears perked. Could he have belonged to the same sect as she? She wasn’t sure, and she definitely did not want to press him for questions. She also did not want to give herself up just yet. ”Yeah, I get it. We had some back home who thought it was odd to have a warrior name. And our leader had a - I guess? - regular name. She’d been born into the Clan, but her parents didn’t want to follow the name themes. They wanted her to be different, and so she was.” She thought a moment. Hadn’t she named one of her children a non-traditional name? ... She could barely remember as they had disappeared before the major incident.
“Oh, that makes sense too,” Suiteheart admitted with a nod. Why have healers when nothing bad seemed to happen? Plus, if a handful of their members knew the basics, all bases were covered. Still, she couldn’t help but feel like there weren’t enough precautions. What if someone got injured on patrol? What is someone was attacked and seriously hurt by a rogue? She made a note to bring these thoughts up with Starrynight, if she ever got the opportunity.
The thought of healing made her think of the souls. They would be perfectly suited for this... They could teach everyone.
She did crack a smile herself when Bast smirked. Hey, she was still pretty good at amusing others. At least she hadn’t lost that. ”That would be great,” Suite replied with a nod.
As he continued speaking, she felt her curiosity growing stronger. It seemed he came from an increasingly similar background as she. She so badly needed to know if they once resided in the same region. “Yeah, a few of us back home would help up-and-coming Clans and other groups out. We called ourselves ambassadors. And the last thing to be worked on was relations. Better to take care of your own than focus on others, unless it’s dire.” She had been an ambassador to a Tribe. Often times, she would bring supplies such as food and knowledge about neighbors to them. It was nice to feel like she was helping something get started; it made her feel important.
A leader she was not, but she wished she could have eventually been one. She would’ve followed in great foot steps. It would’ve been good. It would’ve been fun. But that was over now. And she was just a shadow of the once great deputy she had been.
Suiteheart let a small, soundless sigh escape her parted lips as he explained Rad was more or less harmless. It erased her worry about losing her locket. She didn’t know what she would do if it disappeared, for it was the only part of her family she had that was tangible. It meant the world to her. ”Well, that’s good. I hope she doesn’t get any better at taking things for my sake,” the white feline half-joked.
As they stepped nearer to the Observatory, she peered upward. This was one of the bigger buildings she had never seen. No, it was the biggest. It was a marvel. And it looked completely intact. “Damn, this is some place you guys got.” She followed Bastille inside. The sky above seemed somehow bluer from within the Observatory. It was nice.
As she saw others wandering about, she tried to keep her eyes low. She was not used to seeing this many individuals in one place, and it was somewhat overwhelming. She remained calm outwardly, however. Best not to scare anyone off by acting strange.
Blue eyes went straight to the direction Bast motioned toward. It was a nice little space to keep everything. It seemed dry and warm from the outside too. “Mind if I take care of this real quick? I can teach you how to wrap up sprains, if you want. And after, you can show me around a bit more - if you don’t mind,” Suiteheart said, turning to limp towards the herb storage.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE