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[justify][sup]Twister looked at his gray paws nervously. What if they didn't accept him? He didn't exactly have a perfect reputation.
The loner padded up to the border, or at least where he thought the border was. You lack so many warrior skills, why are you even joining? He didn't think about his terrible fighting and horrendous hunting. He could practice and get better. He would have to.
Twister, as he had been a lone pretty much all his life, had never seen someone else join a Clan. He had no idea what to do. "Um.. I am Twister and I would like to join The Covenant," he announced loudly. Hopefully someone would hear the tom and come accept him.[/fancypost]
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