WE ONLY HAVE A LIFETIME TO LIVE >> OPEN, JOINING

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    [size=11pt]She padded onto the border something's strange shining in her eyes. So this was the Covenant? Didn't seem to bad, but it wasn't the glory house she expected to find herself laying eyes onto. Her yellowish green optics flickered as she looked around the area and stretched her back. She heard that this clan was very close to.. What was that nonsense religion called? Ah yes starclan. Of course she believed in no sorts of silly gods or afterlife. You were made on this earth to live then die the feline race was merely just an experiment. It was a cruel thought, but that was the way she was grown up being told that 'starclan is watching over us' she didn't believe a single bit of that blasphemy. She was just a kid, but she was already so cold... She flicked her ear if this clan told her to pursue their silly religion than she could fake it what you do and what you think were galaxies apart from each other two very different parts of you.


    She flicked her ear and looked about. Her appearance wasn't particularly special.. She had silverish brown fur with hints of white here and there. Her legs were neither tall nor short. The only thing that really stood out were her striking chartreuse optics which shedded some light on her very full-of-herself persona. Finally, she stretched her back and awaited for the arrival of these so called clan cats. [/size]

    "Hello!" He greeted happily as he made his way. "Could I get your name and business of being here?" Sitting down the feline put his tail around his smallish body.

    [align=left][size=11pt][font=noteworthy][color=white]"I suppose I'm here to join" she mewed simply stretching her back slightly. She tried to keep her intelligent mannerisms in check of course it was making her seem like a d*che and she wasn't even a guy, seeing as that word was mainly aimed towards the male gender of course it could also be applied t- I won't continue with this because it will likely bore you all.

    "Well I'm glad to say welcome to the Covenant. I'm Gixx and you are?" He was a bit unhappy for her not to answer the name question first. It gave him the feeling of her being an enemy. Pushing it off he waited for her to speak.

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    Where is the reason for...


    [hr][hr]The senior warrior had heard the kit's attentions. She seemed rather smart for her age with a somewhat interesting vocabulary such as using words such as 'suppose'. It was often that kits around the age would use words such as 'like' over 'suppose'. Even then, this kit didn't seem overly happy chappy. Tch, finally a kit with common sense. She wasn't a great fan of the bouncing bundles of so called joy who were fine with every little damn thing.
    "The Covenant has an auto-acceptance policy," Masked said, her voice being so sudden. Why did she always do that? Her voice would always come before her appearance she'd often suddenly shock whoever she was talking to. Ignoring it, she went on. "So if joining The Covenant is truly your wishes then welcome to the clan."


    OOC: I call myself a douche all the time.
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    [font=century gothic]... The pain I can't get rid of?

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    Dragoondawn
    {Powers: Invisibility, shape shift}
    Master Warrior
    [size=6pt]All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?
    It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?[/size]

    [size=6pt]If we're only ever looking back
    We will drive ourselves insane
    As the friendship goes resentment grows
    We will walk our different ways
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    (c) Hey!, zenzan, Feli


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    Dragoondawn nodded to the group. It was good to see Gixx looking better after his coughing episode. He then turned to he newcomer and nodded.


    "[color=#ffab3d]Dragoondawn,

    		 " he told her with a dip of his head. The master warrior then waited for her to release her own name.


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    "yes it is my wishes." she mewed flicking her ear and stopping a moment before speaking again "on another note I find the name charming" it was it had a nice ring to it and she was glad to be part of this clan instead of uh.. Bullfrogclan or whatever else existed in the strange wide world.

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    the cheetah waddled up beside dragoondawn, staring down at the kitten for a moment before pursing her lips. she'd never get used to their size. "welcome to the clan, my name is minx." she said.

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    She flicked her tail and put a slight smile on her face "I never introduced myself! Well, my name is Lilan, not Lillian or Lilian just plain Lilan" she mewed flicking her tail. Speaking of which Bullfrogclan lived in a swamp didn't it? This land was much more fresh smelling than a stinky ol swamp. Her optics flickered as she scanned through the large group of cats trying not to seem like she was overwhelmed by the mass of cats greeting her.

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    [hr][hr]The she-cat dipped her head at the name. How interesting. However, the former-loner didn't exactly care. A name was a name. They were used for none other but for what someone was to be known as. Sure, there were cats who became obsessive over names but really... Was it that worth it? Tch, idiots.
    "The name is Masked. Nothing more, nothing less," the senior warrior purred. She often said that whenever she introduced herself but who cared? It saved her time speaking. "You may have also noticed that it is not needed for a traditional name here."
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    [font=century gothic]... The pain I can't get rid of?

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    [align=left][size=8][color=tan] Mocha trotted up to scene, nodding at Masked in agreement
    before turning to the kit. The she-cat sneered ever so slightly
    as a single thought crossed her mind. "Gross." She wasn't
    the kit type. Mainly because their high pitched squeals and
    pointless play annoyed her. And they were usually smelly and
    wrinkly and had weird faces. Like... certain cats she might or
    might not have known. Clearing her throat out, she meowed
    politely to her, despite her indifference. "I'm Mocha."
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    Mocha|F3 Savannah|Female|The Covenant|84 moons



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