I AM NOT THE ONE // JOINING

[BUCK]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Would it be any easier of Blue knew what he was missing? It's a question that haunts Buck at times, whether or not it would be easier to forget. He knows well enough that he would never take the option if it was presented to him, perhaps for reasons similar to why Blue is so upset about not knowing. The missing holes, the emptiness, being so unsure of who he was, where he belonged, or who he belonged to. No, he would rather ache with knowledge than emptiness. At least he has memories to ponder over. He used to have their dreams, but those had left him months ago. Buck would never fully adjust to their absence, just as he had never fully adjusted to the absence just before it. His list of possessions and people, already dangerously short, had been whittled down further since he had left home. Aside from the leather strap around his paw and the lucky rabbit's foot dangling around his throat, he owns nothing. The only person to know him closely was buried both inside his mind and out.

Being here was a fresh start, but nothing could ever be a fresh start until the slate was entirely wiped clean. Seeing what's happened to Blue might have him hesitating on whether or not he wants it, and again, he supposes that he doesn't. He would take whatever the future sent his way with a head held high. There wasn't any point in being the cliff face that the ocean wears against for an eternity. Instead, the dire wolf is something like the piece of driftwood the snow leopard shows up on. He'll go where the world takes him, and today that's here.

He'd been spending a few hours getting lazily acquainted with the area. There would be time for a more intense study later, but for now Buck focuses on the sensations more than mapping everything. He takes note of the breeze as it ruffles the fur on his cheeks, of the shift of fine sand underneath his paws and the prickle of coarse grass before that point. It was a beautiful place, certainly, and he supposes that he's lucky to have been allowed to stay. The people here were nice, and although he's not much a fan of the questions they asked — he was a deeply private person, at least when it comes to the things they seemed curious about — he had answered them without too much of a fuss. They must have deemed him at least relatively safe, if he's allowed where he is now. He could leave at any time he liked, standing this close to the shoreline (it seems that the radiation doesn't bother him as it does the others; Buck doesn't much care for the reasoning behind that, but he assumes it's something to do with the mutations that made others grow wings and horns — he simply has one that allows him to never do such a thing). Instead, at least today, he finds himself greeting someone new.

Buck clears his throat, watching the ever-so-slightly unbalanced walk of a creature freshly back on land — he knows the feeling — with a distantly amused smile that shows itself more in his eyes than his mouth. Maybe he's not the only one looking for something familiar in every new detail. "Not the most efficient way to get here, I would say."

[rosey.]

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Butterflypaw couldn't possibly imagine how difficult and nerve-wracking it must've been to lose all of your memories. Perhaps some might see it as a new beginning, a way to break free from trauma or guilt or mistakes, but the thought of losing her memories- losing who she was... It scared her. She'd thought of it quite often, along with other things that scared her- the end of the world(funny, that's what she'd thought when the radiation started poisoning everything), black holes, war, famine, death.... The list went on. She supposed that was just how anxiety worked, but the acceptance of that fact didn't make it any easier to deal with.

The feline was growing more and more fearful and uncomfortable, being surrounded by so many large and intimidating strangers. She wanted to get to know some of them better, in the hopes that it would relieve some anxiety surrounding her situation, but she just hadn't given it a shot yet. She supposed that it'd come eventually, but she hoped she'd start feeling more comfortable soon.

It wasn't long before the adolescent approached, a curious expression on her delicate features. A snow leopard- she hadn't seen one in quite a long time, so it was a surprise to see one, especially in a place like this(so warm and cozy). She supposed with the radiation that there were barely any inhabitable cold places left, so they'd have to make do. She offered a smile to Buck as she padded closer, ivory paws melting into the warm sand, stopping when she was close enough to get a good look at the stranger. "Oh gosh, coming across on a log must've been tiring... Are you alright?"
[spoiler=TAGS / 3/24]in the sky tonight —✧ general
butterflypaw ignibus / female / 9 months / june 13th, 2017
apprentice / the isle of atlantis / former thunderclan medic
gemini / very knowledgeable in medicine

because your life is dark —✧ appearance
black/white domestic cat / reference / health: 100%
— her pelt is the colour of midnight, dark and calm and soothing, eyes easily getting lost in the dark abyss. contrasted only by the stark white that is her paws, muzzle, and chest, as if someone had taken the essence of the moon and stars and dipped the she-cat in the milky syrup they would make. bright, intelligent sky blue eyes sit in the middle of her face, contrasting both ivory and ebony, keeping the balance between the borders. sharp ivory claws and fangs with enough power to rip through flesh with ease dot her mouth and paws like trophies, respectively.
— injuries: n/a

and it needs some light —✧ personality
— gentle, curious, friendly, naive, fearful, intelligent
— just like her name, butterflypaw is soft and good, pure- something difficult to find in this world now, especially after everything everyone has been through. she's curious, and is always studying, learning, observing- anything and everything she can possibly learn from a situation is considered heavily. she's intelligent and picks up on things fast, and while some doubt her smarts because of her kind personality, she's actually highly intelligent. despite being smart and adventurous and curious, she is still just a child; one that has been through so much. she's naive, yet fearful. anxiety follows her like the black plague, watching, waiting for its chance to strike.

you named it after me —✧ relationships & interaction
bisexual biromantic / single / not looking
npc x npc / adopted by zjarr
believes zjarr is her biological father
former mentor to yuuri (medicine)
powers: possession, plant growing
physically medium / mentally difficult
inexperienced + naive in battle
to attack, @ in #B2828F / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[ALLOY]

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[div style="text-align: justify; width:500px;font-size:9.1pt; line-height:1.5"]/uh only the last paragraph's really important?

It was funny, living like this. He was well aware he was missing things, because the fact he woke up a little over a month ago without even the knowledge of his own name was enough of an indicator that his memory had jumped ship, but it was the...not knowing what he was missing that he struggled with more. There were too many possibilities that could fill those massive canyons in his mind, and even though the people who found him that day set him up, he still had to wonder that maybe they were right. Maybe he was a murderer. How was he to know any better? Blue had no evidence- he had nothing, not even a strain of confidence that he couldn't have been the person they said he was. The only reason he doubted those people in the first place was because they admitted to using him for a scapegoat, but they'd been the catalyst for a series of festering concerns about his obliterated past. There was nothing to disprove the chance that he could have been a mass killer, or that he'd been a thief, an extortionist, or even a cannibal, for fuck's sake. The issue with not knowing was realizing that anything was possible, anything at all, and it was even worse when he couldn't even...couldn't even trust other people to know him, let alone count on recovering his memories himself. Blue was caught in a never-ending circle, running in place just to stay where he'd begun. Wherever that was. He couldn't even figure out his starting point, couldn't find his way in his own head, not to mention his environment.

He was lost. At this point he'd take anything he was given, even if it was another crook eager to take advantage of someone with no memories.

If there was someone like that in close proximity, the log beat them to it. Well, the log and the island, separated by waters he really didn't want to have to swim. Blue didn't think he was a fan of swimming, though who knew if the distaste was something this new him had, or one lingering from whoever he used to be. Either way, he wasn't swimming, and the log seemed like his best bet to get across. There wasn't a real reason for him to bother, but...neither was there a reason for him not to. He didn't think anyone would give a damn if he wound up at the bottom of the ocean, and he definitely didn't know of anyone who would, so if shit went south, maybe it was comforting to know that the world would be entirely unchanged from when he entered it to when he left it. But he figured it was time to set aside the morose, self-pitying thoughts and just get on the log, before someone keen on finding a scapegoat did actually show up. The log was preferential, so after a few more leaden heartbeats, he hopped up onto the log, carefully distributing his weight to keep from falling off when the current took it out.

It did, once he gave it a push. The process was a gradual one, slow, and sometimes the log would nearly stop entirely to just drift in place. Eventually, though, the damn thing brushed up against another foreign shore. Blue wasn't quite sure if he was to be thankful the log went to the island instead of open sea, but he didn't try to find an answer in himself. The snow leopard hopped off onto the sand, a bit unsteady after all the rocking. He was glad to be back on solid ground again, except he didn't really know what to do now, other than walk farther from the beach. Blue just wished there was something, anything, that would seem familiar, but instead, the uncharted surrounded him, filled him. Foolish of him to hope.