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    A small, furry creature bounded along the moor, feeling the wind in her velvety tan fur. Two beady black eyes glanced around for any signs of danger as the rabbit hopped onwards. She was merely four months old, though small enough to look younger. As she paused and took a moment to shiver against the cold winter air, Lavina's soft nose twitched in a sneeze.


    Oh, dear... She knew the signs of sickness, and it was clear she was falling ill. The lop-eared rabbit was just inside the WindClan border, now feeling worry grow inside of her. She couldn't get sick! She was too young to fend and fight for herself; if weakened, she'd be easy pickings for any predator. Perhaps there was someone around who could help...

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    Alakapaw, of course, thought one thing when he saw a rabbit - prey. The black and white apprentice slunk forward, wondering why such a young bunny was out here unattended. Hm. Some other WindClanners already caught its mother. Oh, well. During the winter, the Clan needed all the freshkill it could get, so Al was glad to have stumbled upon a rabbit. Crouching, the tuxedo male prepared to pounce.




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    The young bunny was darting her gaze around - looking for temporary shelter - when she spotted the tuxedo cat crouching down, as if to attack. Eyes widening in alarm, she squeaked, "Please don't eat me!" Her frantic plea was accompanied by a cough, proving that even if she were killed, she wouldn't make a very healthy meal.

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    Seeing another feline approach, the timid rabbit shrunk back. But upon hearing the words coming from the Advisor, Lavina perked a single ear. Speaking in a nervous tone, she stated, "Well, er, I'm not really sure where I am... It-it's been a hard winter and I somehow managed to get separated from my-my family." Her wide, frightened black eyes fixed on Wingpaw as she spoke, though she didn't really know what these cats had to offer.

    [justify]"You're in WindClan," she said with a smile. "Would you like to stay here for a while, maybe, until your family find you?"[/justify]

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    Her eyes clouded with confusion. The lop bunny tilted her head as she gazed at Wingpaw. She didn't like staying places she didn't know anything about. But as another cough fought its way out of her throat, causing her body to shake again, Lavina considered her options. If she didn't find shelter soon, she probably wouldn't make it through the night. The young rabbit inquired, "What's WindClan?" Despite her desperation, she at least wanted to know that it wasn't a threat before she agreed. Her mother had taught her enough common sense.

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    "It's a group of creatures that live and work together."
    Quietly, apprehensively, the hairless albino slinked over to join his clanmates. It was the first time that he'd ever seen a rabbit converse with his own species. Rabbits made up their main course back at the moor; it would be a little odd to have one around. He didn't question it, though - that would be rude, uncalled for. It would be best to avoid the annoyance that would possibly follow it.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    FIREFLYPAW
    Apprentice of Windclan
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    "Yep, we're all bound by loyalty to the Clan, and to our leaders Cinderstar and Libertystar," Fireflypaw added, a warm smile on his maw as he saw the cute, plump rabbit. Perfect for- er, talking to.

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    So this WindClan simply lived together in harmony, keeping each other alive, being ruled by two co-leaders to keep peace? That system didn't seem so bad to her. Suddenly this group of felines didn't seem so threatening. Anyways, Lavina wasn't a typical moorland rabbit, so it wasn't like they'd mistake her for one of the wild hares around here. Therefore, the lop bunny said somewhat hesitantly, "Well, if it's allowed, perhaps I could join? It seems like a nice system you have."

    [justify]"Yes, you can join! Simply swear loyalty, and then you're a WindClanner," she said with a smile, nodding her head, eyes gleaming. "My name is Wingpaw - I am an advisor here," the she-cat said, introducing herself, tail flicking.[/justify]

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    Giving a timid smile, she vowed, "I, Lavina, give my undying loyalty to WindClan for as long as I shall live." She hoped that was enough. The Advisor seemed like a friendly cat, even if she was usually considered prey. That thought in mind, she realized that some members might find her a bit odd. Oh, well. The lop figured they'd adjust.

    [justify]"Welcome to the clan, then! Would you like a tour?" she asked, dipping her head in hello at Discord.[/justify]

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    With a shy smile towards Discord, Lavina brought her line of sight back to the Advisor upon hearing that offer. Gratefully, she accepted. "That would be lovely," the lop replied. The territory seemed huge! It would certainly take her a while to memorize it all.

    [justify]"Okay. Follow me." Then she turned around, and began to walk away, hoping the newest member would follow.[/justify]

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    Just as expected of her, the golden lop bounded after the feline, wide black eyes looking around at everything in wonder.

    [justify]"Should I show you the gorge first?" Wingpaw asked curiously. The gorge was her favorite place, and she probably felt happiest there. She loved to stand at it, and just think about things, and be calm.[/justify]