REDROVER, REDROVER, SEND THE HPs RIGHT OVER [open, joining]

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[size=13pt] of SkyClan[/size][/fancypost][size=5pt]_{(c) Levi} [/size]

[justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Midday, and the shadows were in their smallest stage, the sky above an eggshell blue, accompanied with obtrusive, but well-intentioned cumulus clouds. And the sun, it shone pleasantly on SkyClan's looming mountain - somewhat hollow, being filled with multifarious caves - and glimmered on the leaves of nearby trees. It was an upbeat hour, supposedly, a time for decent work and . . . finding apprentice aged males on the borderline. What do ya know? Red sat under the glaring UV rays, whip-like tail curled around his white dipped forepaws, 'brows' puckering into a slight frown. No one had come yet, and he was considering delving deeper into the territory. But the loner just resulted in releasing his half-masculine, half-youthful call.
"'Yello?"

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[size=13pt] of SkyClan[/size][/fancypost][size=5pt]_{(c) Levi} [/size]

[justify][font=arial][size=9pt]With a twitch of his ruddy, tufted ears, the liveliness in his marmalade eyes reviving, he directed his focal point to the female warden, a comely chocolate point. He offered a bob of the head, acknowledging her superiority, as well as acting as a wordless greeting. "That would be Red," the youngster explained, striped, thin tail coming loose of its subconscious curl, twitching lightly. "And perhaps you'd be one to let me join SkyClan? There's . . . I-I know someone here." Red lost his rhythm of speech at the end, a frown falling over the curves of his ivory lips. It was true, what he said, just . . . reality had hit him hard in the face. He was really doing this?

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[size=13pt] of SkyClan[/size][/fancypost][size=5pt]_{(c) Levi} [/size]

[justify][font=arial][size=9pt]"No, miss . . . it's simply Red," he verified, words coming out slightly slower, tail tip stock still, ceasing its previous twitching. Yes, he was doing this. And god, there was no backing out. "Thank you . . . by the way." The previously wanderlust male averted his gaze for a moment, glancing at the mountain, their backdrop, his home now. Dear, dear.
"Will that be a problem? Sh-should it be changed?" young Red inquired, returning to Dani, gaining slight confidence with large, silent, intakes of breath.
[ low muse already. D: ]

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[size=13pt] of SkyClan[/size][/fancypost][size=5pt]_{(c) Levi} [/size]

[justify][font=arial][size=9pt]"My strong suit?" Ivory claws escaped their sheaths, flexing in the soil, an extensive amount of thoughts collecting in his mind. "Endurance, perhaps. I know that's broad, and general, but still . . ." Everyone could hunt, no matter what they say, just whether it's good or not is the question. Likewise, fighting was not against a wildcat's nature, only against their morals. But, to get to the point, he was merely average in both. However with durability and patience, it might take slightly longer to wear him out. Running, talking, swimming, whatever it may be, there was a chance Red could do it for long periods.

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[size=13pt] of SkyClan[/size][/fancypost][size=5pt]_{(c) Levi} [/size]

[justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Orange orbs traveled to the owner of the new masculine voice, a grinning white feline. Red raised a quizzical 'brow' at Solarite, nodding slightly. "Indeed I have, mister," the previously wanderlust loner replied, not knowing his name. But was he in or not? Would they sort it out or take him to a higher authority?

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[size=13pt] of SkyClan[/size][/fancypost][size=5pt]_{(c) Levi} [/size]

[justify][font=arial][size=9pt]"Nine moons," the tabby mewed promptly, blinking his twin pair of mandarin eyes expectantly. Or approximately 39 weeks, or 270 days . . . Red's tail hit the soft ground with a light thud, erasing the marks his claws his created, before continuing in a rhythmic swish at his white paws.