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"I'm glad you're okay, sweetie. I... uh...." Thrush sits down with a heavy thump, staring at the charred crater that used to be Milky's living room. "Oh, Italia..." she whimpers. "Every Trin?? And Italia? Damn it!" Thistle growls, stomping a paw in frustration. "No matter what we do it seems...

"Well, we returned our little hitchhikers to their own dimension... And we picked up three more on our way back." Thistle points to Silver, Lizeth and Morrigan with is tail. "The better question is: what in the deepest pit of Helheim happened here!? Is everyone alright? Who's still alive?" He...

It takes a good ten seconds for reality to settle in Thrush's mind. A bomb had gone off right here in this room. The crater, the debris, the pieces of bodies scattered about. But above all that screams the question of 'HOW!?' They weren't even gone a day. While they had just sent two kids back...

Nyx trots on, stopping the blond boys with a gentle paw on one of their shoulders. "So. This is where we say goodbye. We haven't known each other long but you're both sweet kids, I wish you nothing but the best when you get home. And truly... I'm sorry about your brother." She remembers the...

Thrush watches her brother leave, but quickly returns her attention to the situation at paw. The tension is quickly subdued by Keesipip. The crater-born feline snorts. She had completely forgotten Trin's admission about udders. Watching the Ashlander walk around with her shoulders up to her ears...

Thrush tenses as well, the fur between her shoulders raising slightly. Well. It seems like today's the day for picking up strays. Silver and Morrigan. Silver genuinely seems like a nice cat who just got lost. While the purple-ish black feline has a strange air about her. There's more than meets...

Lethe takes a steadying breath. His gaze breaks away from the eldritch horror to settle on Streak and immediately the anger building in his green eyes melts away. He will not raise his voice at a kit. "Sorry for yelling, Kitto." Upon hearing Jezebel's answer, Lethe barks out a mirthless laugh...

(Don't worry. Life has to take priority sometimes. We understand.) "And why the hell not!?" Lethe demands, stomping a few tail-lengths towards Jezebel. "You say you're an "angel" or some dung - stars know you constantly try to convince us you are - and that you have magical powers, so why don't...

"Yeah, she also said she's not a Kittypet, whatever that is. So she's definitely not from around here." Thrush informs. Thistle hums, thinking. The tom steps out slowly from behind Lexi. "Silver, do you remember anything happening before you found yourself here? Did the ground shake? Did your...

Thrush cocks her head, face scrunching in confusion. "Kittypet?" Her ears swivel around when the Huntress calls her name. "Hey Lex." she replies casually. "I kinda... found someone. This is Silver. She's lost. Silver, that's my friend Lexi." Thrush turns and gestures to the sabre cat with a paw...

"Nice to meet you, Silver." Thrush mews with a smile. She does everything she can to make Silver comfortable: keeping her voice calm even, giving her space. She even sits against one of the stall walls, leaving a wide passage to the market square in case Silver still feels the need to escape...

Looking around the area, Thrush doesn't see any pawprints leading to or coming from this little alcove. That could only mean one thing. "My name's Thrush and it seems you're lost." The sheline offers the grey cat a small smile. "I assure you I mean you no harm, I just want to ask you some...

Lethe lets the anger slide off him like water on a duck's back. He gives the sheline a pass because she is in pain. "Do you know of anything that could help save our mortally wounded compatriots?" he asks quickly, "We have your healing pod, but Saraphina's currently in there." "Wooing me?"...

Thrush takes the water and moseys over to the stand that Trin pointed out. Thistle laughs and sticks his tongue out at Lexi when she comments on his burger-eating habits. "Thrush has always been fascinated by nature. So if you can include that into whatever your planning, I'm sure she'd love...

"If they're not up for sale or trade, I'm assuming they're to attract customers." Thrush mews with a shrug. "Right on the money there, girl." Says the vendor, an older sheline, leaning over the counter with a casual smirk. "You want 'em? Give me an offer." "No thank you, just browsing." Gazing...

"Can't you just quarantine somewhere until the pandemic is over?" Lethe gestures around with a paw, "Here for example? You have all your equipment. Just send in more staff, keep the portal blocking the door and don't let anyone out." He looks over at the line of beds with the critical patients...

Thistle looks through the new portal with rapt attention. He could see how unforgiving her life growing up was, as shown by the remains in this arena. But the various vines pull his focus. The forest is bringing life back to a place where so much death happened. How could anyone not think that's...

"That sure is a word for what happened. 'Interesting'." Thistle mews quietly. He's silent until they come upon where his portal was summoned, the cliff edge overlooking the sparkling sand sea. "You see why I miss my home, right? There's a certain beauty that I think only comes from Earth."...

Before Trin could finish explaining away Crimson's actions, Thrush shakes her head. "Stop." Her pawsteps come to a halt and she turns to face the white tom fully, ignoring everyone else passing them by. "Just answer me this one question: do you or do you not think that Crimson is in the wrong...

Thistle turns to Lexi, "I don't know, I'm not an expert on parallel worlds." he keeps his voice low so the young duo can't hear. "Just look at them... they won't make it to Skogen av Bien, let alone find their way through it. They're heading north anyway... Let's just- Let's just go." Thistle...