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    She hoped to find a Clan. The light gray tom had guided her this far, and she was independent now. Almost.


    Flintkit could now smell what she was walking towards, a border described by the tom. Her blue eyes scanned her surroundings, but finding no cats at that moment, she lay down in wait. Her Clan had never apprenticed her, so she was still the rank of a kit at almost 8 moons. She wasn't sure if they had apprentices in RadicalClan, but she would soon find out. Her dark gray pelt gleamed in the moonlight among the blades of grass. It had been a long journey to get here.

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    It was an apprentice or at least she was around that age by size alone anyway. Her sleek, night-black fur gleamed under the silvery moonlight before the RadicalClan visionary made a silent, stealthy appearance. Her two crystal eyes blazed with steeliness and easy caution. The fuzzy-furred student did not make a single sound before flexing her jaws to intercept the intruder.
    "This is RadicalClan territory. Name and business?"



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    The tiny enforcer approached and sat beside the newly promoted deputy. Elani simply curled her fluffy tail around her paws and waited for the kit to speak.
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    Sigma padded over next to her sister and Elani. Sitting down, the silver tabby looked at the kit with her ice blue eyes. Seeing a s Rothy had already announced where the kit was, the silver deputy said nothing but instead just looked.


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    The dark gray kit had been in thought as the first cat approached. They were so quiet that Flintkit hadn't noticed her until her voice penetrated the night air, which made her jump in surprise. It was good to hear that the territory in front of her was RadicalClan's; her father hadn't lied about that, at least. Before replying, Flintkit got to her feet and watched the black cat, since she was safe outside their border. Or at least she guessed she was. Before she could form a reply, three other creatures came... a cat, what she assumed to be a dog, and what she assumed to be a fox.


    With four pairs of eyes on her, Flintkit faced the black cat who had spoken, and the sliver tabby next to her. "I'm Flintkit," she replied, and glanced over to the dog. "But I'm almost 8 moons." She had never been this close to a dog before, so she felt a need to be cautious, but the dog hadn't proved any sort of threat so far. She'd seen a fox before, and this one was quite small, so Flintkit found it easier to focus her gaze on the fox as she replied, "I came here to ask if I could join your Clan." After this, she held her tongue and waited for one of them to speak.

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    "State your past alliances and you must swear your loyalty to RadicalClan." meowed Sigma, her blue eyes hard. "You must also know that Radicalclan is anti-male and won't tolerate any friendliness with males."


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    Flintkit met the silver tabby's hard gaze almost calmly, without any defiance. She knew about the Clan's attitude towards males, and didn't have any objections. No tom had ever been friendly besides her littermates, but they were out of her life now. Then again, she hadn't met all the males in the world; she didn't harbor any hate towards them. As long as she acted upon her natural feeling of indifference... it'll work out. she thought to herself, feeling secure.


    "My birthClan was breaking apart. It was never a success in the first place..." Flintkit paused, not feeling any sadness for her Clan's demise, but a bit of discomfort. "The leader never even came up with a name. No other Clans knew about it. It was a long way off." And no threat to RadicalClan, Flintkit silently added, staring into the direction where she had come from. It hardly could call itself a Clan. The apprentice-aged kit felt slightly embarrassed, that the group of cats had even tried. Luckily, it was in her past, and all her emotions about it were distant. Therefore, no feeling of connection to her former Clan held her back when she said, "I pledge my loyalty to RadicalClan." This can work, she thought to herself.
    Flintkit met the silver tabby's gaze again as she waited for what was to come next.

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    Sigma allowed the corners of her mouth to curl up a little. "Good, then by the power bestowed in me as the deputy of RadicalClan, I pronounce you a member of RadicalClan. Do you want a tour?" asked the silver tabby.
    The clan that the kit was talking about seemed like no threat but she made a mental note to talk to Stella about it. It could come in useful. But the clan didn't even have a name and plus it looked like he or she must have been a horrible leader if a kit ran away.


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    Flintkit felt her back straighten as she was accepted into RadicalClan. She had left her Clan with the gray tom and a few others, but they had let her choose her own life since she had no real connections to them, and she was no longer of kit age. She hadn't had to depend on them. "Thanks," she replied, relieved to be a part of something real for once. The young gray cat was surprised and glad to be offered a show around the place. A tour sounds like fun, she thought in anticipation. She had to start somewhere, and this might as well be it. "Sure, that would be nice," Flintkit respectfully bowed her head to the older cat.

    Amusement lit up on the co-deputy's small maw as she glanced at her sister.
    "That was a dandy, fancy speech."
    Rohthy couldn't help but say so.
    "By the power bestowed in me as the deputy of RadicalClan, I pronounce you a member of RadicalClan!"
    The ebony female meowed dramatically. If her sister was going to act raving mad about it..well, the silver tabby could take a joke, couldn't she?

    Flintkit glanced between the two cats, thrown off balance. As the silver tabby had declared Flintkit a member of RadicalClan, Flintkit had truthfully believed that the formality was just a part of the ritual. But behind the words of the black cat, it seemed like she was making fun of the whole matter. As Flintkit realized that, she felt some pressure lift off of her shoulders. If her first impression of RadicalClan's formality was a bit exaggerated compared to the lack of structure in her former Clan, Flintkit was fine with that. Of course, the young gray cat wouldn't try to disregard the organization of her new Clan. The second layer of acceptance, provided by the black cat, gave Flintkit even more assurance, and even the applied flashiness was welcome. Flintkit guessed that the two cats were close. "Thankyou," she said to the black cat appreciatively.

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