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auduna-druitt · 6 years

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Jocelyn

The expanded fic of my 400 follower drabble

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: McKirk

Word Count: 4065

Rating: Teen

Beta’d: none

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Jocelyn Abigail Darnell was dating Clay Treadway when she met him. The tall dark haired man she remembered from the swim team sat at a table in the corner of the room alone. There was something about him that drew her to him. Maybe it was his looks. Maybe it was his demeanor. Or it might have been how possesive Clay had been lately. He’d had a couple of recent outbursts of jealousy as well.

Halfway through the night Clay had wandered off and left her alone. Sitting in a chair against she wall she crossed her arms over her chest and watched as Clay mingled in the crowd. Quickly tiring of watching her boyfriend socializing her eyes were drawn back to the dark haired swimmer. He blushed when she caught him staring at her.

Tired of being ignored by Clay she stood to her feet and walked over to the cute swimmer. “Would you like to dance?” She asked holding out a hand.

He smiled and took her hand. “Leonard...Leonard McCoy.”

He had a nice smile. It lit up his whole face. It made her heart do funny things.

“Jocelyn Darnell.” She said leading him onto the dance floor.

He had obviously had dance lessons. He knew just where to put his hands and he never stepped on her toes. He led her around the dance floor and there was a moment where she felt like she was floating. At least she was until Clay butted in.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of Leonard’s arms. She yelped in surprise as much as in pain. The next moments were a bit of a blur as voices were raised, names were called, and punches were thrown. The next thing she knew Clay was flat on the floor and Leonard was gently leading her away.

That was the end of Clay and the beginning of what Jocelyn hoped would be a long and happy life with Leonard.

He wasted no time introducing her to his family. She and Donna got along well and his mama loved her. She spent as much time at their house as she did at her own. He was enrolled in medical school and she couldn’t have been prouder of him. He was going to be an excellent doctor it was in his blood.

They married the next year.

Things were good at first. They were happy and comfortable in their little house near the school. Leonard was working hard to finish up school and she was staying home keeping house and working on her pottery.

After the second year she began wondering whether their marriage was working or not. Leonard was hardly ever home and when he was he was reading through his journals or sleeping. When she brought it up over dinner one night he reassured her that things would be different after he finished school.

After five years of marriage Leonard came home from school and collapsed on the sofa.

“Long day?”

“Thought it would never end.”

Jocelyn laid on the couch beside him with her head in his lap. Taking his hand she threaded her fingers through his and kissed his fingertips. “I have something that might just cheer you up.”

He smiled down at her and ran his free hand through her messy blonde hair. “And what might that be?”

She placed his hand against her stomach, “You’re gonna be a daddy.”

His eyes shifted from her face to where his hand was being held as he processed what she had said. She could see the moment that it fully clicked and his face lit up. “I’m gonna be a daddy? I’m gonna be a daddy. I’m gonna be a daddy!”

Jocelyn pulled herself up into his lap and put his arms around her. “I knew that would cheer you up.”

“Baby, that’s the best news I’ve heard all day.” He said kissing her cheek. “Have you been to the doctor yet?”

“Of course. They said everything looked great.”

“I’m glad to hear it. When are we due?”

“I am due at the end of December.” She smiled and patted him on the cheek.

“I’m gonna be a daddy…”

From that moment on Leonard could keep his hands off of her. If they were sitting on the couch his hand was on her belly. Laying in bed he talked to the baby and rubbed his hand over her belly. Anything she wanted he got her.

On December thirty-first he sat on the bed rubbing lotion on Jocelyn’s belly and smiled at her. “Babies can be unpredictable. I could have told you she’d be late.”

“He will be here sooner than you think. I know he will.”

Leonard pressed his lips to her swollen belly and smiled at her. “Take all the time you need little one. Mommy is just grumpy because she’s tired.”

The baby responded by pushing its foot against his hand.

“See she understands.”

“He was just stretching. You should get going or you’re going to be late.”

With one last kiss he pulled himself away and pulled his coat on. “Mama is home if you need anything and Donna will be by later to check on you. Stay off your feet and relax baby.”

Jocelyn smiled and rubbed her hands over her belly. “We’ll be here when you get home.”

Jocelyn had been right about one thing, the baby did arrive sooner than he had expected. Jocelyn found herself calling Leonard’s mama for help an hour after Leonard had left for the hospital the very next day. He rushed to her side the moment they told him she had been admitted.

He took care of her and much to the doctor’s dismay he hovered over medical staff. Under threat of being kicked out he sat in a chair at her bedside holding her hand and talking quietly about all the things he was going to teach their little girl.

Try as she might Jocelyn still couldn’t convince him that the baby was a boy. When the baby finally arrived and they laid it on Jocelyn’s chest, Leonard beamed. “I told you it was a girl.”

“How did you know?”

He reached down brushed the baby’s hand and she grabbed onto his finger. “Intuition.”

Eleanora moved into the guest room to help Jocelyn with the baby. She only stayed for a couple of months until the little family settled in. During the nights when Jocelyn couldn’t get Joanna back to sleep and was in the verge of tears herself, Leonard would walk in and without saying a word he’d take the baby and kiss his wife on the forehead. The moment he took Joanna into his arms her cries would lessen and stop all together.

Jocelyn would watch him from the doorway, talking to her, rubbing her back, and kissing her tiny little hands. He was smitten and she had him wrapped around her little finger already. More than once Jocelyn felt a pang of jealousy. He paid more attention to the baby than he did his own wife.

Leonard was working more, he started taking more shifts at the hospital, Joanna was restless and fussy when he was away. Jocelyn couldn’t get her to sleep and she cried herself to sleep more days than Jocelyn wanted to admit. She loved her little girl but she couldn’t help but feel detached.

Joanna was growing fast and her connection with her father was growing stronger. The closer they got the more Jocelyn felt he was slipping away from her. Leaving him with Joanna on one of his few days off Jocelyn headed into town, no real plans or any idea where she was going. Just needing space.

She found herself at a little coffee shop and decided to go in. Maybe it would help. She was sitting alone at a table near the back when he walked up to her. The tall blonde with deep brown eyes in his black suit, he looked just as good as she remembered.

“Clay…”

He smiled at her and the dam broke. She cried on his shoulder and told him everything. He sat quietly and listened until she was finished. Sniffling she thanked him and stood to leave. He slipped his hand in hers and told her to give him a call if she need a friend or just someone to talk to.

She didn’t plan on calling him. She wasn’t even sure why she’d spilled her guts out to him. Going home and finding Leonard asleep on the couch with their one year old daughter on his chest just brought on another wave of tears.

A week later she was alone in the house once again and almost without thinking she picked up the comm. She needed something. She needed someone to talk to. Someone outside of the family. All of her friends had married and moved away. A lot of them had gone offworld and weren’t reachable. Clay was the only person she could call.

Clay was available. He was receptive.

It started simple enough. She would call him when she was feeling lonely or sad.

Then he invited her out for coffee. To get away from the house...away from the baby.

Coffee progressed to lunch which turned into drinks and then dinner. She would leave Joanna with her grandmother when she went to meet Clay. She always told her she was running errands or meeting up with friends but she got the feeling that Eleanora knew something was amiss.

Eight months after bumping into him at the coffee shop Jocelyn invited Clay over to the house for the first time. They spent more time at the house than they did out and if Eleanora suspected something she didn’t say anything.

Four months later Clay dropped by while Jocelyn was napping and let himself in with the key she’d given him. He slipped into her room and settled on the bed beside her.

A couple of hours later Leonard came home to find his two year old daughter screaming in her room. He picked her up and took her into the kitchen. “Has mommy not fed you lunch yet?”

“Unch!”

He settled her on the floor of the living room with her toys, “I’m gonna go find mommy and then we’ll get you fed okay?”

Joanna grinned at him and turned to her toys babbling happily.

Leonard frowned and looked around the room. It didn’t look like Jocelyn had cleaned up since breakfast. Hearing a noise coming from the direction of the bedroom he headed that way.

Pushing the door open and peering inside he stopped dead in his tracks. Jocelyn was laying on the bed in nothing but her underwear giving a handjob to her ex-boyfriend whose hand was down her panties. He stood unblinking in the door with his hand on the doorknob until Jocelyn moaned loudly.

“What the Hell?!?!”

The two on the bed jerked apart and tried to cover themselves but it was too little too late.

“Leonard! I...I wasn’t expecting you home so soon!”

“Obviously! What the hell is he doing in my house?”

Clay stood to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants as he turned to face Jocelyn’s furious husband. “I’m keeping your wife company.”

Leonard was fuming as he took a step toward him but he stopped when he heard something behind him. Turning around he found Joanna standing in the door behind him. He took a deep breath and picked her up. She looked at Clay and frowned, “Icky.”

If Leonard hadn’t been so mad he might have laughed but it was all he could do to keep from beating the shit out of him. He stepped away from the door and looked up at Clay. “Out.” he said pointing out the door. “Get out of my house before I call the authorities.”

“Can’t call the cops on a guest.”

Leonard glared at him, “You wanna test that theory Clay?”

Looking from Jocelyn to Leonard, Clay shook his head. “I’ll see you later Honey.” Grabbing his jacket he headed out of the bedroom. It wasn’t until they heard the front door close that Jocelyn finally spoke. “Leonard, I can explain…”

He put a hand up and shook his head. “Don’t.” He said shifting Joanna on his hip and walking out the door. Jocelyn scrambled out of the bed and threw her robe on before following after him. She found him in Joanna’s room pulling clothes out of the closet and dresser and packing them in her diaper bag and a small suitcase. Without a word he picked up the two bags and deposited them at the door before turning back down the hall and going into the master bedroom. Pulling out his suitcase he packed some of his clothes.

“Leonard…”

He froze with his hand on the zipper of the case. She wanted to explain. She wanted him to look at her...to say something...anything. After a moment he zipped the case shut and pulled it out into the hall. Placing Joanna’s suitcase on top of his he picked up the diaper bag and slipped it on his shoulder. He opened the door and grabbed the suitcases.

“Please…”

For the first time his eyes met hers and he shook his head, “No.” he whispered before he walked out the door and shut it behind him.

Jocelyn stood staring at the door her mind going a mile a minute. What had she done? She had cheated on the man she loved. He had left her and taken the baby with him. She couldn’t blame him for that too much though. She had hurt him. The look in his eyes…that hurt the most.

The door opened and Clay walked in. “You okay Honey?”

She shook her head and he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. She should have told him to leave. She should have told him it was over. She should have told him she never wanted to see him again. She didn’t.

He held her while she cried. He carried her back to the bedroom. He laid beside her and whispered in her ear that everything would be alright. He told her he still loved her. He’d never forgotten her.

She fell asleep that night with Clay at her side.

A few days later Leonard called her up and Clay answered the comm. Within two weeks she had filed for divorce at the prompting of Clay. He promised he would help her with the divorce and he would stay with her afterward.

Clay took everything from Leonard. Jocelyn told him she didn’t really care about the furniture or even the house but he wanted her to get everything she deserved. She’d been ignored and overlooked for long enough he wanted to be sure Leonard knew what he was losing.

The one thing Jocelyn put her foot down on was Joanna. She wasn’t going to let Clay take her away from her daddy. She wasn’t even sure that Clay had room for Joanna in his “fresh start” he kept promising. She sat across the table from Eleanora and Donna and signed away her rights to her daughter. The tears streamed down her face as the two women stood to leave. “Tell her I’m sorry?”

If she did one thing right she wanted it to be Joanna. Joanna deserved the best and if that meant she never saw her again then that’s the way it would be.

Clay sold off all the things she’d gotten in the divorce and she moved in with him. It just never felt quite right and she soon remembered why she’d chosen Leonard. Clay was back to his possessive and jealous ways. Wanting to know where she was at all times, who she was with, and why she was going.

She kept track of Leonard’s career from afar and sent Joanna birthday and Christmas cards and small gifts. She wanted her daughter to know she still loved her. She even wrote a daily journal of her thoughts and feelings. Hiding them from Clay wasn’t easy. When he found the articles and lost his temper she’d finally had enough.

She packed up her few possessions and left. She found a little studio where she could live and work and for the first time in a long time she was happy. She focused on her pottery and dabbled in painting, selling pieces when she could to keep her afloat.

Three years after the divorce she was picking up more art supplies when she heard that Leonard had been in some kind of accident. When she got home she picked up her comm and called the one person she thought would tell her anything.

“Donna?”

The next day Jocelyn was on a shuttle bound for California. She went straight to the hospital and found out where Leonard was. Donna had told her that Leonard had been lost during a training mission. His team had missed their scheduled check-in and disappeared in the forest for three days before they had shown up with two of their party injured. Leonard was in the worst shape of all.

According to Donna he’d fallen down the side of a steep hill while trying to assist another of team. He’d broken his leg and at least two ribs along with a number of cuts and bruises. Not sure what she would find or how she would be received she headed down the hall to his room.

He looked better than she had expected but the room was darkened. Sitting at his bedside was a young blonde man. Donna had told her that there was someone new in her brother’s life but this young man...she couldn’t blame Leonard for liking him. He was cute and he seemed pretty upset over what had happened.

He looked up at her and from the look he gave her he knew who she was.

“Sorry...I didn’t know anyone was here.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked tersely.

“I…I heard about the accident. I just wanted to see if he was okay.”

“What’s it matter to you? You didn’t seem to care about him when you left him and your little girl and took everything else from him.”

She didn’t know who this young man was but Leonard had told him about her in greater detail. This young man was obviously the person Donna had mentioned. She sighed and shook her head. “Can I buy you a coffee?”

“Why?”

“I’d like to explain...something I never got the chance to with Leonard.”

He looked from Leonard to her and nodded. “I could use a coffee, but I’m not leaving him for long…”

“Ten minutes?”

He stood to his feet and nodded before following her out. They walked in silence to the cafeteria where she got two coffees while he sat down at a table beside the window. When she sat down and handed him his coffee he sighed, “Thanks. I’ve been in there since they brought him back. I want to be there when he wakes up so make this quick.”

“I understand. First of all I’d like to properly introduce myself. I’m Jocelyn Darnell.”

“Thought you were with that guy...Clay something or other?”

“I went back to my maiden name after the divorce.”

“Oh…” He took a sip of his coffee, “Jim. Jim Kirk.”

She smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Jim.”

“Yeah. What did you want to explain?”

She spent the next few minutes telling the blonde the events that lead up to the divorce. She answered his questions and eventually they walked back to Leonard’s room. Jim’s demeanor toward her had changed considerably from when they first met and when they reached the door of the room he smiled at her.

“Thank you for telling me all of this. I’m sorry things worked out the way they did.”

“Me too,” she said smiling sadly. “I’m glad he has someone like you by his side.”

“Want me to tell him you were here?”

She thought for a moment and then shook her head. “Probably better if you didn’t. I’m not sure he’d appreciate me dropping in uninvited.”

Leonard stirred in the bed behind him and Jim walked back in with one last smile. She knew why Leonard had fallen for him. She might have too…

A few days later Donna called her up to let her know that Leonard was coming home for the Thanksgiving holiday and a short rest before classes started back up. Jocelyn wasn’t sure exactly how but the day Leonard was to return home she found herself walking through the old orchard beside the McCoy farm. She was there when the old pick-up pulled in the driveway and Jim slid out followed by Leonard. Eleanora walked out the front door and a little girl ran out of the house and into Leonard’s arms.

Joanna.

Leonard picked her up and kissed her forehead before Jim walked over and took her from him. She squealed and giggled as Jim tickled her. Donna and Leonard settled on the porch with Eleanora and Jim and Joanna ran around the front yard. She stood beside the trees and watched from a distance as Jim chased her giggling daughter around the old truck and the large oak tree. When Jim caught her he spun her around until the collapsed on the ground.

After catching his breath for a few moments he sat up and looked toward the orchard. He waved in her direction and her heart stopped. She hadn’t planned on anyone seeing her. She shouldn’t have been there to begin with. She turned and started to walk away.

“Jocelyn?”

Stopping dead in her tracks she turned slowly to see Leonard walking toward her. “I’m sorry...I’ll leave...I didn’t...I just…”

He shook his head and stopped a few feet away from her. “Jim told me you came to the hospital. He told me about your talk.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Donna told you I was. You didn’t have to go all the way to California to find out.”

“I know. I just had to see…”

Leonard nodded, “I understand. Would you like to join us for lunch? Mama made plenty of food. You know how she gets around the holidays…”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

Jim walked up behind Leonard with a big grin on his face. “You wouldn’t be intruding at all. Please? Joanna would love it if you stayed.”

Jocelyn looked past them at the little girl with dark hair like her daddy’s and smiled. “Sounds great.”

After lunch was over Joanna insisted on showing Jocelyn her room and every piece of art she’d ever made. By the time the sun was setting Joanna was practically falling asleep standing up. Jim tucked her into bed while Leonard saw Jocelyn to her car down the road.

“Thank you for letting me stay...for letting me see Joanna. She’s an amazing little girl.”

“Just like her mama. If you want maybe you and Donna could make some arrangements for Joanna to see you once a week or so?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you. I want you to know how truly sorry I am Leonard. I never meant for things to get that far. I was just so lonely…”

He shook his head and sighed, “I should have been paying more attention. I didn’t realize you were hurting. I should have talked to you.”

“Communication is a two way street.”

They walked along the dirt road in silence until they got to her car. Leonard opened the door for her. “I did love you, you know. That’s why it hurt so bad. I barely kept it together the whole time I was packing up. I didn’t want to leave but I couldn’t stay.”

“I know. I loved you too. That’s why I didn’t want to sign the papers. Clay told me you wouldn’t take me back though, that divorce was my only option.” she said as she climbed in her car. “Do me a favor Leonard?”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t let him get away. You hold tight to him, talk to him, tell him how you really feel.”

“He’ll have a hard time losing me.”

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Family Fun 2

Heya everyone, Lightningnose here! In continuation with the Family Fun, here’s my submission. The first one of this series went on my my blog, The Clans’ Generations, but the actual first one went up on The Feline Helix because when this thing started up I didn’t have a blog yet.

So, first cat submitted is the sire, second cat submitted is the dam.

Sire: Lichenstream.

Dam: Bluenose.

Challenge: -Create an even number of offspring for Lichenstream and Bluenose, as well as Warrior Names for them. Also, make personalities and slight backstories for all offspring as well as Lichenstream and Bluenose.

Extra Challenges: -One offspring must have the prefix Golden-. -None of the offspring may share a suffix with a parent. -Bluenose, who is currently mates with Lichenstream, previously had offspring with another tom. The offspring are named Minnowcloud, Volefur, and Fallowfang. Come up with a possible sire for Minnowcloud, Volefur, and Fallowfang. Also come up with a Warrior Name, personality, and backstory for the sire, as well as a story for why they ended up having Kits together but did not end up remaining as mates.

Have fun!

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Hello again Lightingnose! It is my turn now, let’s see what can I come up with. I hope I can get this right and hope you all enjoy!

We’ve got some really cool names here! Lichen- is one of my favorite prefixes ever so I came up with something I don’t use much.

I…have probably written too much, to my defense I’ll say that they were a lot of characters hahaha

Let’s go step by step: First we’ll do the genetics and, when I am 100% finished with it, I’ll get with their personality and backstory.

For their genetics, I decided to use a dice and roll the results tough some have been purposely chosen to complete the challenge (genes that aren’t written below are expected to be considered homozygous for the gene not being shown, for example, all cats below have CC for full colored body):

Main sire and dam:

Bluenose: XoXoaaBbddllmcmcsss. Homozygous non-red, homozygous for non-agouti, heterozygous black carries chocolate, homozygous for dilution, homozygous for long hair, homozygous for classic tabby, homozygous non-white spotting.

àSmall solid blue cat with big yellow eyes and really long and fluffy fur.

Lichenstream: He will be a chimera so I’ll write to sets of genes, since a chimera cat is the result of two embryos fusing in their mother’s womb, the set of genes will change from one cell of the cat to another one. The genes his offspring will inherit depend on whether the spermatozoon carries one set of cells or the other. XOYAaBBddLlMcmcSsSpsp & XoYAaBBddLlMcmcSsSpsp. One set of genes carries non-red, the other carries red. Heterozygous to non-agouti carries agouti, homozygous black, homozygous for dilution, heterozygous for long-hair carries short, heterozygous for classic tabby carries mackerel, heterozygous for white spotting, heterozygous for spotted tabby modifier.

àCream-blue tortie tom with a beautiful spotted fur pattern and green eyes.

Offspring:

XOXoAaBBddllMcmcssSpsp. (born from the red set of genes) Heterozygous for red carries non-red, Heterozygous for agouti carries non-agouti, homozygous for dilution, homozygous for long-hair, heterozygous for classic tabby carries mackerel, homozygous for non-white spotting, heterozygous for spotted tabby modifier. She’ll be a cryptic tortie meaning that while, genetically speaking, she is a tortie, only one of her fur colors is shown à I’ll use Golden for her, rolled –storm as her suffix!

àGoldish cream molly with a complex spotted tabby pattern, she is incredibly fluffy and small in size. One of her ears is badly scarred and bent, her face is really scarred too. Her eyes are green.

XoYAaBBddLlmcmcssSpsp. (born from the black set of genes) Homozygous for non-red, Heterozygous for agouti carries non-agouti, homozygous for black, homozygous for diluted, heterozygous for long-hair carries short-hair, homozygous for classic tabby, homozygous for non-white spotting, heterozygous for spotted tabby modifier. à Rolled Aster- as the prefix and -leaf as the suffix!

àBlue spotted tabby cat, their eyes are yellow. They have a scar running across their muzzle.

Secondary sire:

XoYAaBbDdLlMcmcSS. Homozygous for non-red, heterozygous for agouti carries non-agouti, heterozygous for black carries chocolate, heterozygous for dilution, heterozygous for classic tabby carries mackerel, homozygous for white spotting, heterozygous for long-hair carries short-hair. à Rolled Garlic- as the prefix and –face as the suffix!

àBeautiful white tom. His tail, back of his head and front of his face are black. They have green eyes. (black van pattern)

Secondary offspring:

Minnowcloud: XoXoAaBBddLlmcmcSs. Homozygous for non-red, heterozygous for agouti carries non-agouti, homozygous for black, homozygous for diluted, heterozygous for short-hair carries long-hair, homozygous for classic tabby, heterozygous for white spotting.

àSmall blueish gray classic tabby molly with white paws and belly. She has greens eyes.

Volefur: XoXoaabbDdLlmcmcSs. Homozygous for non-red, homozygous for non-agouti, homozygous for chocolate, heterozygous for dilution, heterozygous for short-hair carries long-hair, homozygous for classic tabby, heterozygous for white spotting.

àChocolate tom with white paws and chest. He has green eyes, a mangled leg and is missing his tail. (medallion with white paws pattern)

Fallowfang: XoYaabbddLlMcmcSs. Homozygous for non-red, homozygous for non-agouti, homocygous for chocolate, homozygous for dilution, heterozygous for short-hair carries long-hair, heterozygous for classic tabby carries mackerel, heterozygous for white spotting.

àSmall white tom. His back, tail, face and head are lilac while the rest of his body is white. He has blue eyes. Has multiple battle wounds.

That settles the genetics! Let’s get started on their personality and backstory!

àBluenose is the kind of cat that you wouldn’t want to be around for too long. She can be extremely nosy and, with her energetic kind of personality, she could tire up anyone. An incredibly skilled tracker, she falls quite behind on any other skill. Bluenose is the most curious cat out there, a simple new smell can make her leave every task at hand and run for the adventure. At times, she will simply leave her clan and disappear until the sun shines up in the sky; she will return empty-handed and sometimes even hurt after falling of a tree or cutting while playing near the stream. She is not the best hunter and not the best runner tough when adventure calls her she will mysteriously disappear leaving no traces behind. Has even gotten in quite some trouble after crossing another clan’s boundaries and facing some of its warriors, she has quite the popularity as a troublemaker. Much to her clanmates despair, Bluenose isn’t quite the religious cat either and tends to mock those around her for believing such ‘nonsenses’. When tasked with something that she finds entertaining she will actually become quite useful; she loves tracking bigger predators through the clan’s territory or finding weird new places to hunt in even if most days she will be found lazing around, that is, if you find her at all. She not so secretly wishes to become a loner but feels that her place is in the clan with those she loves and those who love her.

-Was mates with Garlicface for some time until things got rough between them. Their personalities where too different from each other, Bluenose being carefree and a jokester and Garlicface being serious and extremely responsible. Both expected each other to change their personality over time; neither did change and so they would start constant fights. They broke up on pretty bad terms and haven’t spoken to each other unless necessary since then.

-Fell in love again with one of her kithood friends, Lichenstream. Their personalities, while not similar at all, complemented each other perfectly. Bluenose finally understood that love is not about changing your partner until they no longer are themselves but adapting your habits to better coexist with them. While the couple will get into arguments sometimes, she is more willing to talk about their issues that she was back with Garlicface where raging battles were constant. Lichenstream knows that she needs time for herself and understands that her free spirit is never to change and loves her nonetheless.

-Before breaking up with Garlicface, she had Minnowcloud, Volefur and Fallowfang. The responsibility of having kits was too much for her and after breaking up with her former mate she became quite neglectful. Her sister, Mudflower, basically raised them on her own. Bluenose loves and cares for her offspring but she was too clueless to properly care for any kittens back then. Garlicface acted more like a parent figure than she did.

-Became pregnant with Lichenstream’s offspring much later. While she showed more enthusiasm about her new litter and tried caring for them as much as she could, she would still run off in search of adventure leaving her offspring unattended. Mudflower acted again as a second mother to them but this time her offspring got to see her more often.

àLichenstream is the responsibility that Bluenose lacks. Caring and compassionate Lichenstream is one of the most popular toms out there. Most question how a cat like him can be with a someone like Bluenose. Lichenstream is the best swimmer in his clan and can’t live without water for too long as he tends to get depressive if he can’t feel water under his paws. His odd fur color only adds to his charm. Unlike his mate, Lichenstream is extremely religious; cat prone to telling mythology and stories to those willing to listen to him, Lichenstream proves to be an example of how a true faithful warrior cat should be. Pretty calm and peaceful, Lichenstream prefers not to use his claws unless it is completely necessary. Tends to think of himself really highly being able of disobeying deputy, leader or seer if he thinks that his plans are better. He works extremely hard for his clan and tends to worry too much about the feelings of his clanmates, becoming quite nosy if he thinks he is doing it for the well-being of those around him.

-He is often the one having to search for Bluenose when his mate disappears without leaving a trace. He accepts this trait of her mate but does worry about her and her safety. Lately, he has started to go with Bluenose on her small adventureshoping to get closer to her and better understand why she enjoys it so much.

-Having to watch all of his family die, Lichenstream has become quite the possessive cat and prefers having his family near him where he can protect them. Bluenose has a hard time coming around his issues with her travels but is trying to spend more time with him to calm him down.

-Had a fling with a warrior from another clan who bore three of his kits. Lichenstream still feels strongly for her and daily daydreams about what could have been. Only Bluenose and Mudflower know about this. Surprisingly enough, Mudflower seems more bothered about it than his own mate does.

àGoldenstorm resembles her mother in more than one way; she is energetic, nosy and a good tracker. However, just like her father, she is extremely responsible and religious. Goldenstorm cannot stand still for more than two minutes; she believes that it is a warrior’s duty to work as hard as they possibly can to maintain their clan fed and protected making herself pass out from exhaustion often. She likes to take charge of situations and can be pretty bossy around others; she is a great strategists and can be seen often talking with the leader or deputy (much to her mother’s disbelief and anger since Garlicface is the clan’s deputy). She only seems to have two moods: cool and collected or completely angry at everyone; her ups and downs are constant and they scare everyone equally. Her slow but constant maturing made her earn her suffix; she used to be a really passive and lazy apprentice until, one day, she went out alone and a fox found her; seeing her as easy prey, the fox was capable of scarring her pretty badly. Much to her good luck, a passing patrol found her and saved her. Her wounds made her rethink about her decisions and start to change for the better. Her clan, praising change and maturing as a trait necessary in all lives, allowed her to have –storm as her suffix. She takes huge pride on her scars and sees them as beauty marks since then.

-Since she started to show interest on the deputy rank and started talking to Garlicface often, her mother has become concerned; Bluenose has tried telling her that Garlicface is only trying to get her to become a miniature himself but Goldenstorm firmly believes every word the deputy has to say. Goldenstorm thinks that her mother should work harder and tells her to do so even if she doesn’t listen to a word. They love each other nonetheless.

-Considers Mudflower a second mother and loves spending time with her.

-She has the best relationship with her father since both share similar beliefs and have a lot of things in common.

-Has a crush on her friend Aspenclaw. She is Goldenstorm’s closest friend and the only cat that can calm her down when she is angry about something.

-Has an apprentice, Eelpaw. He is pretty shy and melancholic; Goldenstorm makes him feel confident and loved since she is one of the only cats willing to listen to him and praise him.

-She spends a lot of time with her sibling, Asterleaf, and feels really proud of having them as their seer.

àAsterleaf is the complete opposite of their mother. If it wasn’t for their beautiful spotted fur, one would think that they are Garlicface’s offspring instead of Lichenstream’s. Serious, dedicated, kind of a narcissist, religious and cunning, Asterleaf decided that their path had already been told by the gods and left their life as a warrior apprentice to join that of a seer apprentice. Considered one of the best seers their clan has to offer, Asterleaf has climbed to the highest of clan hierarchy by working extremely hard. He feels absolutely self-confident and can and will interrupt or disrespect those who dare proving him wrong. Asterleaf is known as a rather vengeful and jealous cat that knows pretty well how to hold a grudge. quick to jump to conclusion, he does hardly ever fail on their guesses. He is pretty bad with kits and apprentices who consider him a scary and shady. Extremely perceptive of his surroundings, Asterleaf always has all of their senses fixated on looking for omens to read or signs to interpret.

-Has a rather strong rivalry with Tansyfur, who was mentored seer at the same time as them. Tansyfur, with her pretty face and good mannerism, has won over the hearts of apprentices, queens and their mentor making Asterleaf completely jealous. They detest her with a burning passion even if the molly just wants to be friends.

-Their mentor, Yewheart, gets pretty fed up with Asterleaf’s narcissism. Both cats are extremely opinionated and will defend their ideas with fangs and claws making them clash continuously. Even if their interactions could be better, Asterleaf looks up to their mentor and hopes to, one day, make them proud.

-Doesn’t have the best relationship with their mother who they consider lazy and not worth their time, they prefer spending time with their father or Mudflower even if the latest would prefer them staying away from the nursery.

-Has a good relationship with Minnowcloud who they consider discreet and joyful to spend time with.

-Got his nose scar after telling Mudflower that one of her kits would grow up to be a poorly skilled warrior. She did not like it at all. He has been prohibited the entrance in the nursery since then.

àGarlicface is the current deputy. A complete narcissist, intelligent, sly, ambitious, serious and extremely responsible Garlicface meets all of his clan beauty standards. A competent father and warrior, Garlicface will make a great leader one day. He is a really good speaker and knows how to pacify rival clans with his soft and melodious voice. Charming and self-confident Garlicface made his way upwards by working hard and sticking to important figures since a very young age. Garlicface excels at running and would have been named –foot hadn’t he chosen –face. Always over-working himself, Garlicface has become quite neurotic and believes to see treachery everywhere. Rather loving and prone to romanticism, Garlicface is quick to fall in love and quick to change his mind about others. His constant love affairs leave him sad for a couple of days until he is ready to search for love again. He loves the warrior code like a mother loves his kittens and would absolutely never break a rule of it.

-He firmly believes that Lichenstream hides a secret but prefers not to think about it as he believes that it is the side of him that misses Bluenose who talks and not his brain.

-Had a relationship with Bluenose (siring Minnowcloud, Volefur and Fallowfang), Mothclaw (siring Blackpaw, Sootpaw and Acornpaw) and a loner called Misty (siring two kits, one of which joined the clans as Fogpaw).

-Feels extremely proud of his small family, he raised his kits on his own with Mudflower’s help. He spends as much time as possible with them and, as a result, is really close to them.

-Had a crush on Mudflower but the molly knew better than to mingle with him.

-Has had two mentors: Campionfoot who died before he could finish his apprenticeship and Plumpelt.

-Feels confused about Bluenose, some days he misses her some days he detests her as much as she does him. He considers her lazy, untrustworthy, neglectful and not a real warrior but misses the days they were on good terms. Back when they were mates, he expected her to become more collected as her constants goings and comings where affecting his popularity within the clan. Bluenose did not like this, of course, and after many arguments they broke up to never speak to each other again.

àMinnowcloud is a daydreamer. Often lost in thought she is quite the mysterious cat; she gets the weirdest ideas and her clanmates have a hard time understanding her. Adding to this idea, she likes to talk in riddles making her understanding even more difficult. Always calm and collected she tends to make everyone feel at peace and is often found calming anxious cats. An extremely motherly cat she tends to spend most of her time around kits helping new queens with their litters. Is known as one of the best mentors in the clan, she knows how to raise collected and polite warriors even if her apprentices have a hard time at the beginning getting used to her constants riddles. Much like her father, she is a romantic cat that enjoys spending quality time with her mate. She is a great story-teller and loves inventing new ones to teach life lessons to the clan’s kits.

-Has an obsession with white fur which she considers pure and pretty. Her obsession goes as far as, for moons, searching for a white cat outside of her clan that could sire her offspring. She finally found him looking through the outskirts of the territory. She birthed her beloved bundles of joy: Laurelpaw, Hollypaw, Lilypaw and Hemlockpaw. Her mate, Antwhisker, loves them as if they were his own.

-Showed interest in the seer rank but decided against since the clan already had one seer and two seer apprentices and she really wanted to become mother at some point.

-Constantly helps her father feel better when he overstresses himself soothing him and helping him sleep while she washes over him. Has a good relationship with Bluenose tough doesn’t really consider her her mother rather considering Mudflower.

-Treats Volefur like a kit and protects him constantly making him feel better and helping him with his trauma.

-Has a really close relationship with Asterleaf and often talk about legends, spirits and gods being Minnowcloud the first cat Asterleaf goes to talk to when they find out about a sign.

àVolefur used to be happy-go-lucky cat that loved to go out in adventure with Fallowfang. Optimistic, cheerful, a jokester and gullible cat that changed suddenly when he got hit by a car that badly damaged his leg and tail. Since then he has stopped going out being extremely scared of the outdoors he spends most of his time by his sister, mate (Snailcloud) or father’s side. Has problems with sleep since then; he dreams about cars that follow him to the camp and hit everyone there. One of the only things that help him cheer up is looking through his collection of pretty pebbles and feathers; since he no longer feels like he can go out, his brother is helping him bringing him new ones. Even tough traumatized, he is confident that he will be able of keeping up with his warrior’s duties in no time.

-Has been thinking about changing his name to Brokenleg.

-His mother tries to spend as much time as she can with him tough, with Garlicface always around, she has it difficult.

-His family and mate have been taking them to small trips around camp and surroundings.

-Has had two apprentices: Magpiepaw who received the name Magpiestream and Ivypaw. Magpiestream shows a great respect for her mentor and visits him daily while Ivypaw, who he was mentoring at the time of the accident, feels terrified at the thought of losing his mentor.

-Yewheart predicted that he will live on without problem even though Asterleaf was quick to contradict their mentor. Volefur is still confident in his recovery.

àFallowfang is a fierce, brave, rather anxious and quick-witted cat that loves venturing into the forest as much as he can to avoid the very crowded clan camp. Both a skilled fighter and hunter, Fallowfang feels overly confident in his skills, enough to venture into loner territory and come out as victorious from any battle. Since young, when his anxiety was at his highest, he has dreamt about becoming a loner so he wouldn’t have to worry about interaction all that much. He is extremely sensitive about what his family has to say about him. Sometimes he can be quite childish and is known for his tantrums. When faced with too many tasks or too many social interactions he becomes cranky and sad and his anxiety makes him completely shut down, when this happens, only his sister and a good walk can help him recover. He has the closest relationship with Volefur often taking him out with him and being one of the only cats whose presence he can tolerate for a long time.

-Sired Toadpelt’s offspring: Redkit, Gingerkit, Foxkit, Buzzardkit and Commakit.

-Admires his mother and has gone out with her in adventures more than once.

-Thinks that he is making his father worry about him since he keeps wishing to become a loner.

-Is attracted to a kittypet that lives nearby one of his favorite hunting territories.

-Has proven to be a great climber chasing birds and squirrels into their territory tough prefers to fish and hunt mice over any other prey.

-Is a great fighter tough fighting makes him feel uncomfortable.

-has never attended a gathering.

-has one apprentice, Leechpaw, who is very silent and absent making both of them feel comfortable around each other.

-Has multiple scars due to various battles.

-At the moment he has postponed his warrior’s duties to care for his brother 24h the day until he feels confident and recovered enough as to return to his duties.

Hope you guys enjoyed my family fun! next will be Lightingnose’s again!

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thisiswhydubai · 7 years

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Christianity in Dubai

When I found out that moving to Dubai was a very real possibility, one of the first things I researched was whether freedom of religion, specifically Christian religions, existed here. I quickly learned that citizens of the UAE are Muslims and are forbidden to convert to any other religion, however all other individuals are given religious freedom. They can own land and buildings of worship, gather for worship, etc. However, (public) evangelism and blatant attempts to convert Muslims is a crime. Ok, got it, no handing out Bibles in public, I can live with that. But freedom of religion itself does not ensure that Christianity is thriving in Dubai. I took my research a step further to find out whether people really ARE gathering to worship God in Dubai.

I found the United Christian Church of Dubai. It is pretty much the only well-established protestant church in Dubai. After reading their website and finding that their beliefs are in line with mine, I was also encouraged to discover that they were established enough to have toddler play-groups, an extensive youth program, and several Bible studies to fit the needs of its members. I prayed that this would be a wonderful new church home for us because, well, it was kind of our only option!

Shortly after arrival in Dubai, I started with the toddler play group which was a perfect way to meet other moms. I very quickly made friends with whom we started meeting outside of church at the zoo, playgrounds, family pool parties, etc. I also attend the women’s Bible Study where it is nice to continually see these friends, but also learn from other women in the church who are so much wiser than me and have been willing to mentor me in very open and honest ways since the first day I started attending. Church (which is held on Friday here as the weekends fall on Friday/Saturday) is pretty standard when it comes to protestant churches, however the sermon is quite long making the whole service almost an hour and 45 minutes. That’s about 45 minutes longer than many of us want to sit in church, but here the pastors are well-educated, engaging, and interesting! It’s been such a long time since I have found a church that really challenges me mentally and spiritually. Not to mention, my girls both go to their individual “Friday School” classes which gives me the ability to stay focused while attending the service. And both girls are learning about Jesus - Biblical lessons that are taught in a way that toddlers can grasp the concepts.

I decided to write about this topic because the last week was one that shook my emotions and left me clinging desperately to my faith. To start, I was awoken on Tuesday with a call from my mother to inform me that a long-time family friend, Jerry Harrington, had died. He was younger than my own father and while people in that age range are naturally starting to die, it doesn’t feel as though that truth makes the reality any easier to stomach. It’s especially difficult to be so far away from family and friends at a time like this, and not to be able to attend the funeral.

On Friday, we headed to church and I was hoping to find some comfort for the soul as I was still feeling down. Turns out what I found was just the opposite. The pastor started by stating that the church had endured great loss this past week. I thought to myself, “how ironic, I have also endured a great loss.” He went on to say that one of the families, who are members of the church, lost their two sons in a swimming accident that happened at a fellowship gathering of many other church goers. The sons were 14 and 16 years old - they were not noticed at the bottom of the deep end of the pool before it was too late - and as both were good swimmers, no one suspected anything was wrong, and no one knows exactly what happened. All of the other moms and kids at the pool witnessed the accident. The news of this broke not only my heart but also a dam inside me and I had to rush to the bathroom until I could stop crying.

Part of what got to me is that the parents and sisters of these lost boys were actually sitting in church that day - exactly three days after their sons had died and before they’d even been buried. I can’t imagine losing a child, definitely not two children, but then to have the strength to sit in church with the same people who had invited me to the pool in the first place! I was truly amazed and inspired by their faith and their ability to maintain trust in a God who sometimes lets horrific things happen when nothing and no one on earth can provide an explanation. It was during this service that my assurance in this church was reaffirmed. That there was such a powerful support system in place to comfort and strengthen this family through such a difficult time let me know that I had found the right church and that we belong here.

When people die, we are almost always left wondering why. Often I think we will never know why until we also die and can see the big picture from God’s point of view. But sometimes God gives us little clues which remind us that every single detail of His master plan is perfect and meaningful. One of these details was the timing of the call from my mom to tell me about Dr. Harrington’s death. I’d run into a fellow Texan friend from church the previous week who forwarded me an email about attending a weekly Tuesday gathering of church moms and kids at the pool. I’d planned to take the girls, but after the call from my mom, I was bummed out, my mind was distracted, and I forgot about the pool outing until it was too late. Just so happens that this was the same pool gathering where the two boys drowned. I spoke to my friend who was there with her two children. She said it is one of the most awful incidents she’s ever experienced in her life. God works in mysterious ways, and while I obviously don’t think that the timing of Dr. Harrington’s death was planned solely for my benefit, the delivery of the news of his death actually spared me and my young, impressionable children from witnessing first-hand the drowning tragedy.

I dare never to say that my faith is shaken by even these types of horrible events. But I’d be lying to say that I don’t look up to Heaven and ask “why God, why?” when I can’t make sense of the world. And I’d be lying to say that I have ever been given an answer. No one other than our omniscient God could understand why a parent should have to bury their children or why a child has to die before he’s even graduated from high school. This week left my soul feeling heavy and burdened with these types of unanswered questions.

And then there was the beach last night. One of our favorite things to do on the weekends is hit the beach at sunset and enjoy the unbelievably warm ocean while the sun sinks slowly into the horizon. There’s something about the salty water, the ebb and flow of the tides, and the painted sky which make me feel a stronger connection to God. I love floating on my back with my ears underwater, muting out the world around me. It is so peacefully quiet. But the best part is that the tossing of the sand and shells underwater makes a crystally tingling sort of noise, as though there were tiny wind chimes under water playing the most beautiful music to my ears. As I floated alone in the ocean last night, I couldn’t help but wonder if the boys who died also heard that sort of silence underwater before they lost consciousness. It was a sad thought and so I blew out all my air and let myself sink under water down to the sand. As I pushed myself back up to the surface, I felt something under my foot. There are tons of seashells and coral on the beaches of Dubai and my kids and I love hunting for the biggest and the best. Naturally, I always use my feet to pick up the ones I feel out in the water because the ocean usually hides the best shells from the other beach goers. Most times it turns out to be a boring rock, but this time, you can imagine my surprise when my monkey toes pulled up a flat round dark brown shell about the size of my palm. I nearly tossed it aside before my eyes recognized the unmistakable sign of a sand dollar!

You may or may not know that the sand dollar has been adopted as Christian symbol because of 1) the center star - representing the star of Bethlehem; 2) the flower around the star - representing the Easter lily; 3) the five holes - 4 around edges representing piercings through Jesus’s hands and feet, and the center hole representing the piercing from the spear in His side; 4) the flower on the underside - representing the Christmas poinsettia; and 5) the five “doves” found inside the sand dollar - representing the doves of Peace. I personally love sand dollars and even own one dipped in silver that I often wear on a chain around my neck as a symbol of my spirituality. I’d been disappointed that with the wide selection of seashells still existing on the beaches here, we’d never found a sand dollar. But today, of all days, was the day I found one. It was as though God sent me a tangible reminder of the gift that is Jesus dying for us on the cross. I stared at it in amazement as I had never seen a brown sand dollar. Then something strange happened.....the thing started prickling and sucking on my hand! I felt embarrassed at my own private realization that sand dollars are not just a sea shell, they are a living creature at some point! I’d never seen a live sand dollar in my life! And then I knew what God was really saying to me. Jesus not only died, but He lives again! And we who accept that will also live again.

As I waved Ken and the girls over to witness this little miracle, I felt more, and more, and more in the sand under my feet. We pulled up what seemed like hundreds! It was as though each sand dollar represented a soul, lost to those of us here on earth, but alive again in Christ, on their peaceful way to spend eternity with our gracious God. I wanted so badly to take one home (I’d been waiting for the day to add a sand dollar to my collection of seashells!) But instead, I laid each one carefully back down on the ocean floor, pondering this special moment in my heart and allowing this enlightenment to engulf my spirit.

In case you were wondering, Christianity is thriving here in Dubai, smack dab in the center of the Middle East, the place we associate with Islam and all things Muslim. God is real and He can be found everywhere...by those who have eyes to see.

#Christian #Christianity #Dubai #UCCD #United Christian Church of Dubai #God #Jesus #Sand Dollar #death #church #worship #freedom of religion #spiritual #spirituality #soul #faith

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bounnostra · 5 years

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rock solid logic | moss | trial | re: convoy, everyone else

What? ...What? What?! Moss had been following along with the conversation just fine until Pip had opened his wretched mouth, and then the dams had broke and a Biblical deluge of horseshit had surged forth to drown them. Moss was a mediocre metaphorical swimmer at the best of times, and right now they were barely treading water. Where was the lifeguard?! Where were their floaties!? Oh, wait, the guard on duty was an owl and instead of floaties they just had a table full of idiots to cling onto. Things could be better. Many, many times Moss tried to get a word in edgeways, but they were inevitably drowned out by some loudmouthed idiot or Exceedingly Strong Willed Personality putting their two cents in before they could. They were about to give up altogether when they heard a statement that sounded halfway logical- and, lest this olive branch get swept away in the great Flood before they could build an ark out of it, they raised their voice as loud as it could go and slammed their hands on the desk. Except they had gloves on so it just made a soft 'thwap'. "Wait. Please. This is rapidly getting out of hand. Before we talk about- magic twigs and broken shoes and asinine stories about witches, Convoy had a good idea. Everyone is getting confused- let us try and establish a timeline here." Moss spreads their hands out on the table and extends their fingers, drawing elaborate loops and circles on the wood as they begin to speak. Their voice is slow, wavering in places where they aren't sure, but you get the impression that interrupting them would get a tiny XXS shoe chucked at your head.

"Let us go over the basics. The when, the where, the who, the why, and the... how." "The when, first off. Runa was found at sunset. Scourge says they saw her two hours before. Her body was, also, still a little warm. We can safely assume, barring any strange supernatural interference, that the murder took place in a time period of two hours. The where? The shoreline and lake, in a boat. Signs point to Runa being killed either on the dock or in the boat, judging by the disturbance of dock slime in that area, and then cut out to sea. The who? Runa, for the victim, and unknown for our culprit- but we will get back to that. The why? Again, we'll get back to it. And, the how." Moss exhales deeply. "This is the timeline that we proposition. At some point beforehand, our killer either arranges to meet with Runa or has beforehand knowledge that Runa will be in the general area. Before coming to the beach they bring candles with them to light the bonfire with. Our killer and Runa, now in the same place, have an unknown conversation- or perhaps not, who knows- and Runa is killed. Although we agree with everyone that Runa was strangled to death, the specifics of the circumstances seem... unclear. Was Runa killed on the dock? Was she killed on the boat? Did she cut the rope and have the knife for self defense? We doubt Runa would need a blunt knife for self-defense since she had a martial background. For now, we will assume it was taken by the killer." "Runa's body is either put or remains in the boat, sticks are placed on top, a candle is placed in too and the boat is pushed out. As the sticks were fresh, we believe the killer either cut them directly before or after the murder." They pause for a moment. "...If there is some connection between branches and werewolves, we do not know of it. That seems more Pip's domain, if he could refrain from useless melodramatics. Regardless, afterwards the killer comes inside, boils the knife in the kitchen, washes themselves clean in the bathroom and... we're not sure about the cutlery. Regardless, they then integrate with the rest of us like nothing happened, and here we are." "This leads us to the who and why. In situations where information is muddled, we find that making a list of all possibilities is the most useful for clarification. Therefore, we will now go clockwise and list out possible suspects." Moss, you're what? They point at Pincer first.

"Pincer. We do not believe you have a lot of reason for committing this murder. Regardless, we will try to figure out something anyway. Perhaps Runa got her fur in a dish you had lovingly prepared and it drove you to murder." Boots. "We have heard that you were acting particularly 'feral'. Perhaps you were suffering from small dog syndrome and tried to establish dominance via lethal methods." Ivey. "This witch thing is nonsensical, but you did mention betting. Did you lose a large sum of money trying to bet on Runa's opponent once?" Cowboy. "Perhaps Runa snored too loud at night. Perhaps she chewed up your shoes too many times." Duck. "You were pretending to be a vampire. Were you jealous of her actual confirmed supernatural status and murdered her?" Scourge. "...You are just a bit scary in general." Time. "As a dramaturge, the greatest inspiration is real life. Maybe you needed to get your hands dirty to write your next big piece." Anastasia. "You were angry that Runa ruined your kitchen with strangely baked cookies." Rookie. "Runa asked you to make her fly again, but your powers went out of control and you accidentally strangled her, forcing you to stage a coverup as well." Obama. "A rogue robot of yours killed her." Quinine. "As a woman of science, perhaps you found the presence of a supernatural insulting. Or, perhaps you accidentally killed her with colloidal silver and staged all this as a coverup."

Pip. They say nothing, make a certain cringing face and move on.

Convoy. "As a stuntsman, you were trying to show Runa a stunt and things went horribly wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong." Maverick. "We heard you ran out into the woods. We're going to apply the 'feral' motive to you as well." Seattle. Moss pauses for a long time. "...You... are angry we tried to eat your vacuum-packed soy bean in the room... and killed our friend in revenge." Orwell. "As an alien, you believe werewolves are your natural enemy." And finally, they point to themselves. "...We... cannot think of anything for ourselves. Sorry. We are very innocent here." Fuck, Moss. Great. You're doing a bang-up job.

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