carol endeavor joining?!

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    Carol Endeavor was casually waltzing into Covenant, her petite, but deadly form bouncing with each step. Her striking green eyes traveled the large area; and she finally called out, "Hello?"

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    The senior warrior looked at the feline. Hm, seems like a good warrior. "Hello. I'm Pictureperfect. Name please." she asked with a tone.




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    Carol stopped where she was in front of the she-cat, dipping her cranium to the cat who stood before her. "I am Carol, Carol Endeavor." She said in a monotone, but bold reply. Her tassel whipped the air lightly as she settled on her haunches; her green optics done with their voyage, and resting on Pictureperfect.


    ooc; Blah, I meant green eyes on the first post.

    [size=8] "Well hey there, Carol! If you don't mind me asking of course, could you fill in the blank and say where you are coming from? And why you are here?" Lanternpaw asked, voice as bubbly and upbeat as ever, questioning the she-cat for essential information the Senior Warrior had not. Pic has a new body... Cool! Green eyes studying the cat on her territory, observing trivial things and attempting to commit them to memory. We have the same eye color The brown tabby apprentice cooed on the other side of her fluffy head.

    The large white cat padded in, ears perked. She had the power to accept others now that she was a senior warrior. "Name and business, please!" Summermajesty cooed, smiling. She wasn't too much of a formal female, after all.

    "I came not to far from the mountains." She replied, turning her cranium to see the felidae a bit better. "I also came here because I've heard of you from my parents, which are long deceased." Her voice faltered, with a tinge of sadness as she said this.. but her gaze quickly regained it's bright gleam.

    She sputtered, realizing she had to answer this feline's question as well. "C-Carol, Carol Endeavor." She repeated, continuing, "I have come to join." Her cranial bobbed up, her tassel twitching slightly.

    [size=8] Eyes glued to the femme, Lanternpaw listened to the answer of Summer and her own questions with high interest. The falter in her voice at when filling them in with the information of her dead folks made her instantly feel sympathy for the cat from the mountainside, even though no one could be sure she was lying or not. Seeing that marcy and her own roleplayer had never put a backstory for the two of them, the sister of Ninepaw couldn't relate to her feeling at the specific moment in time. Pink nose turning to the mother and daughter figures, she was almost sure one of them would ask a few more personal questions, and if all went well, there would be one more Covenant member today.


    She wasn't any mean cat, yet not a gentle one either. "I suppose I would accept you. But where exactly did you come from? Any specific clan, or were- are you currently a loner? Were your parents anyone from here?" Summermajesty said, whiskers twitching as she spoke. Her parents were dead too, but that didn't change her sympathy at all.

    Fangraven walked up. Looking at the cat, he asked, "Whats going on?" The cougar sat down, and looked at the cats. Flicking his tail, the deputy asked, "Did she come to join?" There was a lot of cats who wanted to join for some reason. It seamed like every time someone was on the border, they wanted to join.

    "Loner. And then I began moving, and stopping, never been in a clan, or anything." She mrrowed, looking at the two felidaes' of higher authority: Fangraven, and Summermajesty. "And, yes, I have come to join." She added briskly.

    "Parents?" She said, tilting her head. That was the one thing that hadn't been answered, and it could mean something. Summermajesty's orange eyes glinted with sadness for a second as she remebered her own parents, then went dull again. No time for that.

    Oh, she felt stupid for not answering the question. "Sabrina Endeavor and Chris Endeavor..." She replied, bewildered. They were both loners, so though they had a last name, they weren't a high position of anything, or anything important; except her parents.

    The deputy flicked his tail, impatiently. He wanted to ask the questions and be done. Sighing a little, he sat back down and listened to the two cats chatting. May he would learn the answers to the questions he was going to ask as he listened. It sounded like they were talking about the newcomer's history.

    "Okay, then I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be accepted," Summermajesty responded happily. This was actually pretty exciting, she'd never accepted someone before. Of course she wasn't a deputy, but Whipstar had said that Senior Warriors could accept others.

    She shuffled her paws, sticking her maw towards the sky as she held her breath, her tassel thrashing a bit. Her gaze fell back down to meet Fangraven's, and Summermajesty's.