{MEMORIES FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES}

[lily ♫]

• orioleflash •

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FEMALE • WARRIOR • OF • ZEPHYRCLAN
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i dreamed i was missing, you were so scared
• FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS •

as for friends, orioleflash can definitely call upon coyotesmoke

[/i] whenever she's in a bind. they bonded when they were out on the moors during mid-winter and coyotesmoke took a tumble right into the stream. it wasn't pretty, but hell, what's done is done. their relationship is in a position to strengthen itself, but orioleflash would have to learn how to better hold her tongue.

on the other hand, orioleflash is also quite fond of the leader, havocstar, who always seems to know how to get the strangest reactions out of her. rumor has it he actually made her laugh, but that STARTED HAVOC IN A FLASH. they're much closer than they used to be, though, which is truly something with this calico gal.

the brother of that rascal runningfox, rabbitstep has hung out with orioleflash on more than one occasion. in winter, they skated together on the frozen surface of the lake, allowing themselves some winter time fun.[/justify][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

but no one would listen, 'cause no one else cared
• ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES •

hah, enemies. doesn't orioleflash have quite a nice plethora of them so far? well, not exactly, but if you have any ideas, go right ahead and PM me, i'm open for just about anything seeing as oriole's a prickly ol' girl. c;

i'm strong on the surface, not all the way through
• LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS •

once upon a time, orioleflash thought she might have been on the verge of something with runningfox, but he ended up disappearing just like her brother fleetfoot did. she was unhappy about it for awhile, but she's not one to really dwell on bad happenings, so she's got her head held up as high as she can manage and her eyes open for second chances with some other toms.

i've never been perfect, but neither have you
• OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS •

songs for this lady include leave out all the rest by linkin park, among others.

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CREDIT TO BOOGIE @ CAUTION 2.0 AND BLACK EYED PEAS

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[lily ♫]

• lilythorn •

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FEMALE • FORMER DEPUTY • & • QUEEN • OF • VERTIGOCLAN
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we cut tires, we tell lies, we hate change and we wanna claim where we feel
• FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS •

quite a many of lilythorn's friends have passed, and she remains close to but a few cats in the clan.

ohmigod she doesn't have any friends, guys.

PM ME OMG

we take toes, we rake yours, yeah we dig holes, and we're diggin right in your fears
• ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES •

he might not be around anymore, but lilythorn's one true enemy was a tempestclan warrior named nightwhisper. with a pelt as black as night and a jealous rage enough to commit a rape, he stole lilythorn's precious life away from her, but she wouldn't let him win. his kits were born stillborn except one tortoiseshell that lilythorn didn't even realize was still alive. this tortie girl was found by a pawful of celestialclan warriors and was raised there like she had been born there.

we're waking up, we're waking up, and right on time, and right on time
• LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS •

way back before she was first named deputy, lilythorn fell for a tom by the name of chasmfang. he was everything she needed then, but when problems occurred, he would simply brush them off and save them for another time. with this outlook on their relationship, she grew bored of him, and began talking to a tempestclan tom at a gathering. the two hit it off immediately, though nightwhisper had other plans. just as lilythorn had finally fixed things with chasmfang, she found nightwhisper in their territory just after dark, and she told them that there was nothing going on between them. he raped her, and she bore his kits two moons later in territory, as chasmfang died protecting kits that he had thought were his own, and a mate that couldn't even tell him the truth.

the tom that means the world to her now is her mate, jetfang. he is her other half, the one that saved her from herself, and with him, everything is easy. it's like they speak a secret language. they've woken up besides each other, before she stepped down, they had to say,let's pretend just to be with each other. and, despite jetfang's earlier attempts at saying "lily, i'm over you," she realized that pain would only embrace them in the end and gave up her position as deputy. now, in the spring, they've both caught spring fever and she's pregnant with his kits, waiting excitedly for them to be born.

other threads include: deliver me

we'll take these roads, we'll break them up, and right on time, and right on time
• OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS •

songs for this lady include leave out all the rest by linkin park, among others.

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CREDIT TO BOOGIE @ CAUTION 2.0 AND BLACK EYED PEAS

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[lily ♫]

• reflectedrain •

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MALE • WARRIOR • OF • VERTIGOCLAN
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we cut tires, we tell lies, we hate change and we wanna claim where we feel
• FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS •

as for friends, orioleflash can definitely call upon coyotesmoke

[/i] whenever she's in a bind. they bonded when they were out on the moors during mid-winter and coyotesmoke took a tumble right into the stream. it wasn't pretty, but hell, what's done is done. their relationship is in a position to strengthen itself, but orioleflash would have to learn how to better hold her tongue.

on the other hand, orioleflash is also quite fond of the leader, havocstar, who always seems to know how to get the strangest reactions out of her. rumor has it he actually made her laugh, but that thread's not finished yet. they're much closer than they used to be, though, which is truly something with this calico gal.

the brother of that rascal runningfox, rabbitstep has hung out with orioleflash on more than one occasion. in winter, they skated together on the frozen surface of the lake, allowing themselves some winter time fun.[/justify][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

we take toes, we rake yours, yeah we dig holes, and we're diggin right in your fears
• ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES ENEMIES •

hah, enemies. doesn't orioleflash have quite a nice plethora of them so far? well, not exactly, but if you have any ideas, go right ahead and PM me, i'm open for just about anything seeing as oriole's a prickly ol' girl. c;

we're waking up, we're waking up, and right on time, and right on time
• LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS LOVERS •

once upon a time, orioleflash thought she might have been on the verge of something with runningfox, but he ended up disappearing just like her brother fleetfoot did. she was unhappy about it for awhile, but she's not one to really dwell on bad happenings, so she's got her head held up as high as she can manage and her eyes open for second chances with some other toms.

we'll take these roads, we'll break them up, and right on time, and right on time
• OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS •

songs for this lady include leave out all the rest by linkin park, among others.

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CREDIT TO BOOGIE @ CAUTION 2.0 AND BLACK EYED PEAS

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[lily ♫]

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[lily ♫]

my name's reflectedrain, and i'm twenty-two moons old. i was born and raised in vertigoclan by my mother, radianteclipse. she was the prettiest thing, a lovely gray she-cat with the grandest eyes any cat's every seen. they were a special sort of green, just like the flecks in my eyes. me? oh, i just look like my dad, hence my name. i'm his reflection. he was sort of a deabeat though, and he left not even a moon after. sure, at the time i didn't really realize what had happened, but as i grew up i started learning the whole story from my clanmates and from my member northwind.

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[lily ♫]

whenever our paths should cross &&

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