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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -17px; width: 250px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black]"You don't have to go, Nairda. Stay here with us." The sweet voice of the brown tabby he'd grown up with filled his mind and his golden eyes pierced into the beautiful tabby. She was as pretty as the day he'd met her, as a shivering kitten. But those times were over.




    "I'm sorry, 'Cantha. I can't stay. The world out there... there's nothing for me here." He changed his words as he lowered his head, a tender look filling his eyes. "I'll never forget all you've done for me." He whispered as he touched her muzzle with his, watching the sadness fill her beautiful mossy green eyes. He was finally leaving BloodClan, escaping the terror that'd always gripped him.




    "I'll look after you, Nairda, don't go!" Acantha begged, but the calico tom turned away from her and began the long walk through the heat of the desert towards the borderlands. "Please, Nairda!" She called after him.




    "I'll miss you. I always loved you." Nairda whispered as he broke into a run and disappeared into the bushes at the edge of the territory.




    The calico tom awakened with a start, his body feeling as though it were freezing where he lay under a yew bush, his golden eyes taking in the territory he currently sheltered in. ShadowClan. He remembered and groaned, burrowing his face in his paws. He could still smell the sickly sweet scent of Acantha in his nose, toying with his inner emotions. The ten month old growled and closed his eyes, longing for the return of his dream but the peeking sun had awakened him, that and the gnawing, bitter-sweet memories his dream had left him with.




    Sighing, the loner pushed to his paws and crawled from the yew bush with deft certainty, today was the day he'd make himself known to the ShadowClan members. The calico tom gave himself a brisk cleaning, though his wiry fur refused to lay flat as he looked around him calmly, it was time to go. With a certain air of confidence, the bold tom marched out and deeper into the territory, sitting himself in a blast of sunlight that caused his pelt to burn. With that movement he let out a terrifying yowl, one that could be taken in many forms. Challenge. Pain. All of it seemed to burst forth from his large appearance. Yet, he looked oddly feminine with his calico pelt, if it'd been sleek some might take him for a large she-cat.




    Shaking out his pelt, the previously named Nairda blinked his eyes. I am Patchedpaw now. He reminded himself sternly and smiled at the haunting memories of when his mother had first named him Nairda. She'd liked the name, yet when she left him in BloodClan she all but disappeared from his life, causing a bit of pain to linger like the scars of a burn. Forget her. He snorted and looked around with his golden optics for signs of the deputies who each controlled a territory.[/fancypost]
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    put name in orangered
    difficult
    no kill
    pm for capture/serious injure




    [size=9pt]☀ Information ☀[/size]
    Apprentice
    No Clan
    American Short-Hair
    Generation IV
    #cinlook




    [size=9pt]☀ Powers ☀[/size]
    Possession




    [size=9pt]☀ Parents ☀[/size]
    Softdapple
    Red




    [size=9pt]☀ Siblings ☀[/size]
    Jilly
    Darce
    Chirrup




    [size=9pt]☀ Nieces/Nephews ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --




    [size=9pt]☀ Children ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --[/fancypost]

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  • ooc&& TEXT HERE


    ic&& standing in shadows, as always, casinoroyale watched the aprentice intently, slightly bored.


    //rushed, will post more after school.

    [size=20pt]CASINOROYALE ♔[/size]
    [font=georgia]shadowclan.
    warrior.
    invisibility.
    eightable x memorydance.

  • Violetpaw looked up as she heard a yowl of pain nearby. Ah, what now? she thought grumpily, walking toward the sound.


    She arrived in front of the tom, he was a calico, which was odd. The black pelted she-cat didn't recognize the tom's scent, so she walked over warily. "Hey--what's it to ya?" She said plainly, with a great degree of boredom.

  • "This is ShadowClan territory. Name and business?"
    There she was as the figure of authority, her usual unmasked, light face only shown to her dearest friends and her Clanmates shadowed by the appearance of a possible intruder.
    The komodo named Gloire was rather, rapt on her duties as always.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -17px; width: 250px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black]The calico tom blinked his eyes with a small smirk as his eyes shifted between the three who'd suddenly appeared. "The name is Patchedpaw." After a moment of silence his smirk shifted to one of mischievous intent. "I come from BloodClan, just looking for a place to settle. The desert doesn't suit my fancy." The coolly composed tom smiled at the one who'd addressed him, Gloire, a komodo dragon. He'd not seen many, though he'd seen several alligators.




    Patchedpaw looked between the three faces once more and rose to his paws, his long legs, inherited by his mother like most of his appearance, did not shake as he stared down the creature's who'd come to greet him. Mother. Pah. Like she ever meant anything. The only one even remotely able to say they care is Acantha. The tom thought with a sneer as he looked at the three animals. "I'm looking to reside in ShadowClan." He stated.[/fancypost]
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    put name in orangered
    difficult
    no kill
    pm for capture/serious injure




    [size=9pt]☀ Information ☀[/size]
    Apprentice
    No Clan
    American Short-Hair
    Generation IV
    #cinlook




    [size=9pt]☀ Powers ☀[/size]
    Possession




    [size=9pt]☀ Parents ☀[/size]
    Softdapple
    Red




    [size=9pt]☀ Siblings ☀[/size]
    Jilly
    Darce
    Chirrup




    [size=9pt]☀ Nieces/Nephews ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --




    [size=9pt]☀ Children ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --[/fancypost]

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  • Gloire scrutinized the American Short-Hair for a heartbeat. BloodClan... They were their alleys, but may not be for long. They had broken the truce with RadicalClan. They weren't a Clan that could be properly trusted. That was what the desert Clan meant to the komodo dragon.
    "Swear your loyalty to ShadowClan and you may enter as our Clanmate."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -17px; width: 250px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black]Swearing loyalties again. What was with these damn clans? Did they believe he'd gone there to spy? Sneering the tom meowed, "I swear loyalty to ShadowClan."[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; width: 200px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black][size=9pt]☀ Interaction ☀[/size]
    put name in orangered
    difficult
    no kill
    pm for capture/serious injure




    [size=9pt]☀ Information ☀[/size]
    Apprentice
    No Clan
    American Short-Hair
    Generation IV
    #cinlook




    [size=9pt]☀ Powers ☀[/size]
    Possession




    [size=9pt]☀ Parents ☀[/size]
    Softdapple
    Red




    [size=9pt]☀ Siblings ☀[/size]
    Jilly
    Darce
    Chirrup




    [size=9pt]☀ Nieces/Nephews ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --




    [size=9pt]☀ Children ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --[/fancypost]

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    [size=20pt]LOSTSILVER ![/size]
    [size=7pt] Lostsilver // Warrior // the Sight, Multiple Pssessions, Molecule / Sound Manipulation ( possessing a lioness ) // Harleyverse xx Paradiselost[/size]


    The lioness blinked, emerging from the leaves of a low hanging tree, holding a small deer in her jaws. Setting it down, the large cat simply blinked at her friend, then at the newcomer. Her face turned blank, as she flicked her tail.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -17px; width: 250px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black]Arrogance. That was a word befitting the tom's cocky gait as he headed towards the camp, his calico pelt smoothed now that he was beyond the glittering eyes of the ShadowClanners. All clans are despicable. But is there truly a choice in the matter? He debated this question a moment and then shrugged. Of course not. His bloody mother didn't give him the choice.




    The lithe male padded into the camp and disappeared along the remotest edge, preferring his solitude. The next day he'd go out and find a den inside the territory, away from prying eyes to begin his life. Apart of a clan but forbiddingly alone. Patchedpaw sighed, he needed a mentor as well. One who'd keep up with his moods and wouldn't ask too many ridiculous questions. Let the search begin.[/fancypost]
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    put name in orangered
    difficult
    no kill
    pm for capture/serious injure




    [size=9pt]☀ Information ☀[/size]
    Apprentice
    No Clan
    American Short-Hair
    Generation IV
    #cinlook




    [size=9pt]☀ Powers ☀[/size]
    Possession




    [size=9pt]☀ Parents ☀[/size]
    Softdapple
    Red




    [size=9pt]☀ Siblings ☀[/size]
    Jilly
    Darce
    Chirrup




    [size=9pt]☀ Nieces/Nephews ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --




    [size=9pt]☀ Children ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --[/fancypost]

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    So, will you lead him to camp, Gloire, or what? The lioness asked, blinking. Boy, this guy had nerve to prance into another territory and get snippy.




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  • ooc; just adopted haloreach, just trying her out.


    Boldly striding in behind Lostsilver, Haloreach gave a nod. "I can show him around if ya want," the tomboy asked, blinking her cerulean-violet hued optics.

  • [align=center][font=garamond][size=8]The thread is done. He's been accepted. And is already in camp. He wasn't being snippy however. Not intentionally.


    Would anyone like a private thread with him?