So this is.. (open, Insignia cub on the boarder) Bloodclan?

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    The eerie voice of the cub rang out. She stood on the boarder of this ally clan. Harliquine had never been here before. Yet, she didn't feel out of place. The cub wanted to know a bit about her allies. After all, she would be fighting beside these people someday. The cub had sung a bit to announce her presence. The eerie sound was beautiful, and yet, sad, distant, lonely, with an underlined tone of evil. So, the Living Dead Girl sat down. Awaiting someone. The daughter of Aaron was not used to the desert weather. Not at all. Her paws were burning a bit, but she didn't flinch. Not even once.


    She was quiet in her nature. An air of power and sadism to her presence. Her pelt, which should have been silvery white with black spots, was painted gray. Her fur held gashes that looked so real, but were made of paint. Her skin and fur soon looked to be peeling off her body, but it was also done with paint. This was only noticeable if you studied her. The only hint at her being truly alive was her eyes. A vibrant violet in color and wild with unseen emotions.


    Her father would be displeased. Yet, she could care less. She was going to do what she wanted. When she wanted. This, was what she wanted to do. Visit and learn. She wondered what was taking so long. Was anyone even here? She started to feel uneasy. But, it didn't show. She would wait here until the sin set. She was determined. After all, her mother warned her about them. The fabled Bloodclan.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Usually lost children were eaten by Abeni, no joke. Cannibalism rocked. Usually it was only idiotic pro-clanners, turned unafraid of BloodClan. The cheetah waited by Jace casually, ready to help if needed.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 350px;][justify][size=8][font=calibri]Frozenpaw arrived and sat down behind Jace. She looked at the cub, head cocked. Was it lost?


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    "Wow, smart kid. I'm Abeni, and this is Jace and Frozenpaw."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0c5f68; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 150px; font-size: 8pt; color: #000000;][justify]It seemed like her mood was different today, quieter, more concealed. It could change at any moment, she could erupt like a volcano or share similar qualities to a storm. It didn't matter either, her emotions were rocky and uncontrollable. She barely found a calm to herself.


    "This is BloodClan," Themis found herself pointing out. The tiger cub, named after the Goddess of equality, blinked her sharp, blue oculars then, rather curious as to why this Insignia cub bore such odd markings and paint upon what could be a gorgeous pelt.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]easton tumbled up, almost tripping over his paws. the kit was usually like this clumsy, and curious- you could easily infer this by just looking at the way his eyes lit up when spotting the leopardess, and how she sported a ferocious coat, alarming yet mesmerizing. he couldn't tear his eyes away. though he found himself saying, "we get our name- bloodclan- because, well, i can tell you but it's easier to show you. see the corpses littered over the border? the decaying scent, perhaps? those were once innocent, though became victims. our clan is easily known by the countless generations of murderers, infamous whores, and 'dark' geniuses. that is what makes us so feared among the clans. however, they aren't aware that we're actually a big family." he said this normally, blandly even. he knew what his home was, what they did. and he wasn't ashamed.


    "but bye bye, i'm going to go get some smuppets and capture bridge hippies!" and with that, the savannah cat turned around and pranced off, giggling merrily.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 350px;][justify][size=8][font=calibri]Oh, so the little cub just wanted to learn about her clan's allies? Okay. :Well, I'm the medicine cat apprentice," she said, tugging up her socks. Just because the cub asked to learn about her allies didnt mean she neede dto learn that much.

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