( I DON'T CARE ) open >> joiner ( GO ON AND TEAR ME APART )

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    SHADOWCLAN ★ APPRENTICE[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: darkorange;][size=7pt]Muscles pumping as she ran, the female pyromaniac would reach ShadowClan territory, sccents of the cats burning her nostrils. Flamepaw slid to a stop near the camp, panting as she shot a glance over her head. They were gone. Staring at the box of matches held around hr neck by a cord, she resisted the urge to light one and burn the camp down. No, she wouldn't. Flamepaw was going to join ShadowClan, hopefully be accepted as one of them. She could be very useful in a raid, being a pyromaniac. Catching her breath, the red and white tabby would clear her throat once, hoping her rather scratchy voice from inhaling so much smoke would not deter anyone. Like it would. "Hey! I'm here to join!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;]"Then welcome! I'm Redvelvet, 'tis a pleasure." the deputy meowed with her hearty Southern accent intact. She dipped her head in greeting.


    * temping revelvet until the 17th !

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    SHADOWCLAN ★ APPRENTICE[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: darkorange;][size=7pt]Orange visionaries scanned the she-cat, and Flamepaw gave a smirk. "Yes, my name is Flamepaw, pleasure to meet you, as well." Her gaze traveled to the box of matches around her neck, and with effort, she wrenched her gaze from it, glancing back to Redvelvet. Scuffing a paw across the ground, she watched as a fly buzzed by.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border-width: 5px; border-color: transparent; height: 259px; width: 228px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto][align=center][font=georgia][size=7pt]Twistedpaw approached. He hated greeting and all that stuff, but if he wanted to be noticed by a high position, then he has to be nice to new cats and cats he doesn't know to well. Being a goodie goodie sucks. He out stretched his neck, putting on a weak smile upon his maw.




    [color=teal]"Yo, the name's Twistedpaw." He greeted. empty amber optics staring through the female. Don't get him wrong, he loved when new kitties come around and join but then, sometimes he just has no idea whether they are weak or not. He would need some convincing.




    #Twistedpastby
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    The cougar padded over, rolling her eyes imperceptibly when she heard the so commonly uttered words: "I'm here to join." However, even if she herself were sick of joiners, it would do to be polite. "Hello, I'm Leila. Welcome to ShadowClan," she mewed in salutations, alto voice friendly. The apprentice wondered if the newcomers would ever stop coming. However, things had to change. Cats were always joining, cats were always leaving. It gave the world a sort of rhythm, she supposed. Tail brushing against the turf, Leila took a seat beside Twistedpaw.
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    "Tanglepaw. Nice to meet you." The blind Nightwatcher meowed, nodding in the direction of the loners scent, or where it may have been.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify][color=white]Stacy limped up, a smile resting delicately on her maw. "Hello dear." The female meowed brightly, "i'm stacy."