the north remembers

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    The kit was small, that was immediately apparent. Small, white, and silent, as if a ghost. Dire's nose twitched as he stood with quiet certainty on a perch just outside the scent markers. He may have been young, but Dire knew what the stench meant; creatures, and lots of them. Too dangerous for a kitten like himself to dare offend.


    His red eyes searched for movement in the craggy mountainside, a member of this pack to talk to, perhaps.
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    Having made the decision to do a quick border sweep, the calico had just begun when she spotted Dire hovering nearby. Padding towards him, she kept her gaze focused so not to lose him within the trees she padded through. She broke through the forest within a few moments, padding straight towards the stranger with a curious gaze.


    "Hi," she mewed, "who are you?"

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    Hibiscus silently trotted over, ears perked as her RPer tracked the thread.0
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    Hibiscus




    Female




    6 moons




    Medium




    Flower Print




    Major HPR (Rangerstar tree)




    #hibiscusWC
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    [OOC] [IC][fancypost bgcolor=black bordercolor=transparent; height: 232px; width: 143px; opacity: 0.5; margin-left: -11px; font-family: footlight mt light; font-size: 10pt; color: white; overflow: auto]XXX[/fancypost]
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    The kitten's ears found Nebulaheart before his eyes did, though he kept his blood-red gaze on the calico the moment she stepped through the trees. "My family called me Dire," he said, his voice deeper than one of his size should have rightly carried. His nostrils flared at a tantalizing scent and he whipped his head to stare at the fawn that had so fearlessly put herself into a place with two preadators - no matter their size.


    "Are all prey on your lands this trusting?" he asked Nebulaheart, licking his jaws, before a silver fox appeared. One ear swiveled backwards in instinctive fear, but the white kitten was careful to keep his the rest of features neutral. "I've already stated my name, fox, before you arrived. I am called Dire, and my business is the simple curiosity of a kit." Dire's tone, however, made it plain that it wasn't simple curiosity.
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    "You're here on account of curiosity? I'm afraid you're going to have to be more specific." he prompted. He was trying his best not to sound cold, but didn't bother to disallow his impatience from leaking into his tone.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][sub]Well, he liked this one! Spock approached as silently as a smooth criminal, his heavy frame causing him no difficulty in being quiet. He stood away from the group, brown orbs fixed on this Dire fella. For a brief moment, his emotionless mask disappeared and curiosity was visible on his face, though it went as quick as it came.

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    NELON!
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    [justify]' and where are your parents kiddo?', nelon hardly saw some kitten go around without any escort at all. [/justify]


    [c]california

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    Shapeshifting(Black Arabian, Melanistic Jaguar, Black Domestic)
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    The jaguar padded up. Asking where parents was usually involved mentally stabbing the kid in the heart with a spear along the way. "Prey is never trusting, that's why it runs." The black jaguar pointed out as she sat down near Spock. You know, Commanderspock was one of those who everyone seemed to know really well except for Hazeleyes herself. Perhaps that would change in the coming months.




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    His features tightened briefly when the fox prompted for more information. Dire sat down with smooth confidence on his perch and covered his paws with his tail. His expression remained blank.


    "I am alone," he informed the second newcomer, after thoroughly assessing Commanderspock and Nelon both. "I don't know where - or who - my sire is, and my mother died five moons ago, birthing my brothers and sisters and I. We were cared for by a passing queen that had lost her own litter not a day before." His oddly deep voice remained calm and matter-of-fact as Dire revealed his past. "My brothers Grey Wind, Shaggy, and Summer; and my sisters Nymeria and Lady, have all vanished, and I do not know where."


    Dire's nostrils flared once more in a sharp inhalation at Hazeleyes' appearance, though this one was more tinged with fear than even the sight of the fox induced. He forced himself to dip his head in acknowledgement of her words, though, as he struggled to retain control over his facial features.
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    "I'm sorry for your loss," mewed the calico, looking at the young kit with a hint of sorrow in her gaze. She knew his pain; all of her brothers, sisters, friends - everyone was dead. That was not a pain one could get over without struggle.


    Fear, or what appeared to be fear, flashed across the kits face. Taking a hesitant step closer to him, she crouched so that she was not much taller than he. Following her movement, she mewed, "you don't need to be scared. We won't hurt you. Are you looking for a place to stay? I can bring you back to camp, find a place in the nursery for you. You'll be safe here."

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    He exhaled an inaudible breath to expel some of his annoyance. At least Nebulaheart had asked a practical question.
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    Shapeshifting(Black Arabian, Melanistic Jaguar, Black Domestic)
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    He was scared of her. Well, she didn't know yet if that was a welcome or unwelcome surprise, but regardless it was a good thing to know. He shielded his emotions well, which was rare in one so young. "Well, he's only a pup, so regardless on if he wants to stay he has a place here for the night." She rumbled.




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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 380px; overflow: auto]Why did guy talk so weird? Of course, his rp'er felt illiterate in this thread, but Carnivalcub trotted over with a friendly, overwhelmed smile on his maw.

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    "Nursery?" Dire echoed slowly, his head tilted. Being that he was a loner for all of his short life, he had no knowledge of a Clan's inner-workings. "And I'm not... scared," the white kitten said, almost sullenly. He glanced behind him, at the territory that had housed him for five moons. He hadn't ever been truly safe out in that world, even with six other felines to protect him. His foster mother had always had his siblings and him moving, never staying in one place for three nights in a row.


    "Safe..." he muttered when he turned back to look at the assortment of animals that had met him on his rocky perch. Dire looked at each one, cataloguing their expressions that ranged from annoyance (Voidstep) to motherly (Nebulaheart).


    Did he really belong with this group? he wondered, as he looked.


    He opened his small jaws to respond when Thousandlies' voice sounded as if it came directly from his head. Dire balked at the unexpected occurrence and pawed briefly at his ears. "I am Dire," he said haltingly, trying to mentally shake the sensation from his mind.
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    "A nursery is where young kits go to live." Hazeleyes explained, "though kits hardly stay inside." Except if they were the solemn, quiet, shy type kits. She suspected Dire might be a few of those things, but not all.




    "And--if anything--you'll be safe in WindClan." She meowed simply, but she understood how hard it could be to trust something you didn't even knew existed. Perhaps she herself hadn't been around that block, but she'd witnessed many others go through that transition. Dire wouldn't be alone.




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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 440px;]She nodded and offered a small smile. "Sorry if I scared you."

    NELON!
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    [justify]' you'll be protected here nonetheless. I'm sure you're allowed to stay for a few days to get your strength up, then you can use your opinions to judge if you want to stay longer.', nelon said. [/justify]


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