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    A silver smoke shekit shook her fur out on the of the camp. She was still adjusting to the new territory. Iriskit was use to the cool, dry breeze up in the moutains of Blizzardclan, and now she was living in the warm, humid, low-lying lands of Shadowclan. The humidity made her fur feel icky just all the time!


    Why had she came here anyways? Up until a moon ago she didn't even know she had a father! Iriskit had been living with her mother and then all of a sudden, her father swooped in and took her and her brother and sister to this weird clan! It smelled weird all the time, and they ate frogs! Yick!


    Dispite all the weather, and food, issues, the cats here had been generally nice, welcoming them into the clan. Pondwater seemed nice, taking them in (Cardinal is pretty sure that is what happened), but her aunt would never replace her mother's spot in her heart. She still needed a few more friends though, like perminent ones...

    Serenade had lived in ShadowClan for only a few moons - long enough to say soon her entire life aftrr apprenticehood would probably be here. It wasnt aweful; other Elitists had made yheir way here, like Dias... She missed Bistre terribly so but... She was doing all she could to focus on yhings like the csts she did know over the ones she missed... At least she didnt have to go through the pain of missing her parents; Lejon and his mate had never spent much time with the litter...just her brotber would be missed.bloodwise.


    Ah, but there was one way to pretend everything was alright. The hazelnut point with bright copper eyes would smile, dip her head, pretrnd to be excited at getting a mentor, anf make friends... Though, she mostly tried to just visit around the Nursery, see who would fight by her side one day.


    Then, a few days ago, sometjing interesting happened, two of the Resurgam siblings shr spotted raising kits she hadnt seen born here. Kitnapping? Maybe, but she didnt know what strange scent thyat was clinging to their pelts. She was curious. The tom was rather bitter, one she-cat was too quiet and then.... There. Iriskit.


    Serenade offered a gentle smile as she padded up, tail twitching nervously. "Hello there. Adjusting alright?"

    The shekit's ears pirked up a bit from their flat position as a visitor padded up to her. With all her seriousness that the kit could muster up she thought about how she should respond to that question. How was she settling in?


    "Well, this clan is weird and it smells weird, and there are a lot more stranger than I particularly like in one area at one time. Other than the fact I miss my mother terribly bad, I guess you could say I am settling in fine. I wouldn't speak for my sibling though.." The kit trailed off, looking into the cream colored older.

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    Carrion Mortem
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    Lejon Simul Stamus
    Great-Grandaughter of
    Aristotle and Grim
    Simul Stamus
    Mentor: None
    Easy, No Kill, No Injury
    Ask for Capture
    Attack in: #D7DF01
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    No, she supposed she understood that. When she had come from the Elite, ShadowClan had a strange tang in the air just the same... "I'm sure your father will take you to see your mother again some time..." She hoped. She didn't think these kits mother was dead, that not what it had sounded like anyway... At least the smaller kit had that much....
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