By The End (Open, Joining!) You Will Know Name

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    The F1 savannah slipped through the undergrowth silently. Light on his paws, and sticking to the shadows, he paused at the Hawkclan border, one paw lifted in the air, mid-step. He lifted his head to sniff the air carefully, before confidently setting his paw down on the other side. Now he padded slower, head held high, a confident air surrounding him. Finally Nox stopped, sitting down to groom his already neat fur, and waited. Someone would come eventually, he wasn't the kind of cat that was easily ignored.

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    [justify][sup]"Name and business," Dauntlesspaw would demand lightly as he padded over, looking the taller cat up and down. He had actually yet to seen a serval. He hadn't been around the clan much, so if there were any, he hadn't seen them. [/fancypost]


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    As the younger tom came into view, Nox observed him silently. He seemed to be about apprentice age, if that's what they called young cats here. "I'm here to join your, clan" he said, his yellow-brown eyes looking directly into Dauntlesspaw's blueish ones. They showed a strange, almost creepy lack of emotion. They just stared.

    "It's OK, Daunt, I got dis, " said the tortiseshell tom, turning to face the Serval with his intense green eyes. They seemed to bore into him, trying to manipulate every part of him. "You will wait here until a High Position comes and accepts you. " he shifted into his cougar form for emphasis that he was serious.

    "Why hello" Nox said with a smile. It was a happy smile, not one of laughter or kindness. No, it was a smile of cruel enjoyment. The savannah looked Bookworm over in the same manor he did Dauntlesspaw. "It's not like I expected one of you two to be able and expect me into your clan, don't worry, I know how to wait." Just like you wait for bonds to be made before you break them he thought silently. He could get paid to do this.

    The tortiseshell knew a traitor's face when he saw them. he looks fit, nice 'tude. not shifty he'll come in handy when we'l need him.

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    [justify][sup]A bit offended that it seemed Bookworm didn't trust him or something, he frowned a bit, "I had it handled."[/fancypost]


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    Nox looked closely at the offended Dauntlesspaw. He had a mixed scent on him, both that of Hawkclan, and that of other places. Relatively sure of the facts that those scents told him, he spoke. "Well, I wouldn't trust someone knew right away either" he said.

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    [justify][sup]Dauntlesspaw didn't move, "Still, I swore my loyalty to this clan and I'm going to damn well prove it," he rolled his shoulders, trying to maintain a calm composure. He wasn't going to get angry. All just a big misunderstanding, calm down, he told himself. His shoulders relaxed and he felt a calm expression form on his face.[/fancypost]


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    "Is everything going OK? "asked the pretty silver she as she stepped into view. Her blue otics swiveled around, taking in everything. Her aquamarine irises fixed on the serval, and they sparked with new interest. This was strange. She hadn't seen a serval until... until HP. Even the thought of her late step father made her sad and she instantly made it a vocal point to get to know this serval, as a memorial of sorts to him.


    "I ahh, am Galaxystream, " she said with a smiled and a dip of her head. , "And you?" she asked, flicking her silver tail, making it shine like a new nickel.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]"You two should try working out your problems, rather then ignoring one half of them." This, although it was meant for Dauntlesspaw and Bookpaw both, was aimed at the latter, a frown curving her features. Turning to the newcomer, she offered a somewhat welcoming smile, a nod of her head being absently offered to him. "Hello, my name is Amitypaw."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]"Please don't touch me." Amitypaw was all about warmth and kindness and spreading of such, but she didn't like when felines she barely knew touched her. It was awkward, to say in the least, and made her feel rather uncomfortable.
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    This was interesting. "Hello there" Nox mewed, giving a small fake smile to Amitypaw and Galaxystream. "I'm Nox" the savannah said.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt][color=#E15A00]"swear your loyalty and you may join," dacnomaniacalvictory ordered in a voice that made it obvious that she expected to be obeyed as she trotted towards nox, blank amber eyes locked onto the serval. why shouldn't she obeyed? she was an aristocrat, after all. a high position. she deserved respect. if she didn't, then she wouldn't have the job. flicking her striped tail, noma awaited the trespasser's answer.

    "I swear my loyalty etc." Nox mewed nonchalantly, with a wink at Bookpaw. The savannah then looked to Noma expectantly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt]suddenly, dacnomaniacalvictory froze, staring at something just past nox. demons. except they weren't there. somewhere in the back of her mind, her sense of logic was telling her that they weren't real, but how couldn't they be real? she didn't understand. reluctantly, the femme tore her gaze away from the illusion and turned her attention back to nox. [color=#E15A00]"accepted," she meowed in a tone that was far away before turning around and padding away without another word.

    " Noma, you should stay away fro her, she....she knows things that she shouldn't, " Bookpaw warned him under his breath, "Strange things, I'm not saying she knows about you know what, but she may soon.