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    Ah while most stories have a dramatic entrance where per say, the cat was dieing and desperately needed help and she collapsed on the border slowly bleeding out well.. this entrance was sort of like that, but lets just say toned WAY down. The young kit was tredding onto windclan territory whining to herself "I'm so tireddddd" her feet hurt more than you could possibly imagine she had been walking for five minutes can you believe that, she had been walking for close to forever! The she cat sat down for a moment panting rapidly and then realized she had landed in a carcass of a rabbit "Well thats just great" she muttered to herself somewhat tiredly as she got to her feet and started to walk again, it was sooo hot out! Why was the fem coming here? The answer was simpler then you would think.. she was lazy she didn't understand that a clan meant hard work, she just thought she would get to sit around as the adults fed her. Where was her mother? Thats a smart question young one well the kit had ran away from her mother seeing as she didn't give her the resources she needed well that was the intelligent cats cover up story the truth was that she was worried her mother wasn't taking care of herself enough, just when I thought she was a lazy jack*ss!


    Finally when she made it there, she was so tired she plopped herself on the border covered in rabbit blood "Sweet, sweet, ground" she mewed not realizing the majority of cats would think she was dead.. oops!

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#0D1C1E borderwidth=1px; width: 300px; height: 20px; color: #657d62; text-align: center; font-size: 7pt;]{{ tag in #657d62 | no kill or capture | hard | [abbr=flower prints | telepathy | the sight | heat vision | super senses | invisibility | emotion manipulation | multiple possession (brown mackerel tabby with white, juvenile golden eagle, young adult clouded leopard, grizzly bear, ocelot)]powers[/abbr] }}[/fancypost]


    cashmerekit was currently inside of aquila's golden eagle body, which meant that the body was sharing three consciousnesses: herself, aquila, and the goddamned demon asura who would. not. go. away. fuck her.


    anyway, she was soaring above windclan's territory, enjoying a moment of being free from gravity's restrictions (well, you know, more or less). and whoops, there on the border was a small thing covered in blood. that was probably bad.


    so she headed down, down, down in a deep stoop, pulling up at the last second to land neatly in front of the thing. her super senses, sight, and telepathy all told her that the kit was still alive, despite the blood it was covered in which was, according to her super sniffer, rabbit.


    'what's your name, and what are you doing here?' she asked telepathically, since her eagle body didn't have functional vocal cords to speak with.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; color: #000000; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Lombardy approached, hooves clicking noiselessly as he stopped beside his Clanmate "name and business?" he asked, not realizing the eagle had spoken telepathically.

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    Hibiscus trotted over, ears perked.
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    Hibiscus




    Female




    6 moons




    Medium




    Flower Print




    Major HPR (Rangerstar tree)




    Dating Lombardy




    #hibiscusWC
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Finnishwars padded over as well, eyeing the kit.


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    NELON!
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    [justify]nelon bounced over, humming a cheery tune. [/justify]


    [c]california

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    [align=left][font=arial]"I guess I'm here to join" she mewed rolling onto her back licking the rabbit blood off of her fur. She said it in a somewhat lazy tone.. who am I kidding? She said it in a completely lazy tone, she supposed that meant they would treat her like a queen for now on of course, she was head over heels in this situation not understanding that, well.. that wouldn't be even close to the life she was about to live.

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    NELON!
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    [justify]' welcome to windclan then. I'm nelon, it's a pleasure. ', the apprentice grinned. [/justify]


    [c]california

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    'and what's your name?' mikki repeated the first part of her question, slightly frustrated at the kit's attitude. 'windclan has an auto-acceptance policy, so you're in, but we would like to know the name of our new clanmate.' this time she had pitched her telepathic voice so that everyone in the gathering would hear it.


    'gawd, she's a bitch,' asura commented, for mikki's ears only. 'i don't like her. she seems boring and entitled and stuck up. let's avoid her.'


    'i think this is the first time we've ever agreed on something,' mikki commented dryly. 'let's do that.' okay, so sometimes asura was capable of coming up with smart things. sometimes.


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    [align=left][font=arial]She sighed getting to her feet and bringing her jaws to a yawn she realized almost instantly that this wasn't all she thought it would be, but what could she do? She decided the best way to "Comunicate" with these cats was with a smile, she had seen many times it was the way to a cats hearts she found it slightly absurd, but she guessed she would try it. She brought her lips to a smile and spoke it was a sort of hard not being lazy, but she was almost 90% certain she would be treated better if she did this "thank you, My name is canadiankit" she panted, woahhh that was hard!

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    "Welcome Canadiankit," Hibiscus greeted. "My name's Hibiscus; nice to meet you."
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    Hibiscus




    Female




    6 moons




    Medium




    Flower Print




    Major HPR (Rangerstar tree)




    Dating Lombardy




    #hibiscusWC
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