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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Okay, where the fuck was he? All he remembered was joking around with Juan Mata - his fellow team mate - in training when bullets ripped the cloudy British sky open and screams of panic filled the air. Of course, he knew who he was and that. His name was David De Gea Quintana and he was born on November 7th. He has had surgery to fix myopic in on of his eyes. He loved listening to heavy metal, especially before a match. He was a goalkeeper at Manchester United. On that exact night at training, he was 24 years old. But now he was laying on the ground, as a fucking brown tabby cat and not much older than two months old! "¿Dónde estoy? Joder ..." He asked himself in his native language; Spanish. "Esto debe ser un sueño!" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper, his hazel orbs flickering around the unfamiliar land as he desperately tried to take everything in.


    "Hello, is anyone there?" He asked with a thick accent, brows furrowing in concern.


    pls ignore my weird obsession thank
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] SELDRIC LUNA DEVOTIO![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] running wild & free[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 200px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=8][color=white]Seldric was sending his time on the border yet again when a language he was unfamiliar with came by. It was followed up with a language he knew and spoke, which filled him with relief. Turning, the kelpie thief trotted in the direction of the voice till he came across a kitten. "Name and business?" He asked, having to look down at the small tabby cat.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; border-bottom: 4px solid #161616; margin-top: -10px;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]He may not have the 'natural' instincts of a cat, but he sure did realize that someone was coming towards him. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge and it relaxed him a bit, because it was a near human reaction, right? His wide hazel eyes were fixed on the kelpie and it took all of his mental strength to not turn away and race off; screaming like a banshee as he did so. As his orbs met the dog's, a lump instantly appeared in his throat and his heart began thumping uncomfortably fast against his chest.


    After a few moments of hesitation, he eased the tension in his jaw and smacked his lips together to make a sound. "My name is David De Gea Quintana which is pron-pronounced as Da-Vid Da He-A Key-in-tana." He replied; his voice barely audible. "Por Favor ... ¿Dónde estoy?" He instinctively switched back to his native language, as though expecting a translator to suddenly arrive and tell the other male what he was saying. He gasped and ignored the sudden urge to cry as his eyes began to sting.


    [color=transparent] #spanishdork

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] SELDRIC LUNA DEVOTIO![/fancypost]
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    "You okay kid?" He asked. The kelpie thief crouched down so he was at eye-level with the kitten. Probably less intimidating.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; border-bottom: 4px solid #161616; margin-top: -10px;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"I am so sorry, I do not understand much English." He apologized briefly, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from the rather friendly dog - who he thought was alright so far. His eyes continued to sting and he refused permission to his tears, who wanted nothing less than for him to look like a fool. He let a shudder escape his lips and seeing as he had to get used to being a cat, drew a paw over his ears. But of course, he only did that because when he was human, his nervous twitch was to mess with his hair. A sob caused his body to shake for a second or two.


    Turning back to Seldric, he bit his lip and nodded as though acknowledging the fact that he gave his name. When he asked the infamous question for people to burst out crying if they are sad when questioned, he legit thought that his chest was going to explode from the effort of not appearing a weak ass kid; because he sure wasn't. "Oh ... Oh, I'm bien, gracias. I mean good, I'm good."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] SELDRIC LUNA DEVOTIO![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] running wild & free[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 200px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=8][color=white]Maybe he was jsut scared. The kelpie was completely unaware of who this cat was before, nor would he know even if he was told. "Okay. You wanna come back to camp with me? Not a good idea staying out here," he said. The mountainous region wasn't the best place to be, unless it was in camp, of course. And there was a lot of space in camp.


    "And don't worry about the English thing. I don't speak a word of... whatever language you were speaking." In the town he'd grown up in, Spanish wasn't common. Or heard of at all, actually. It was just English there.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; border-bottom: 4px solid #161616; margin-top: -10px;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Everything about that sentence made alarm bells chime in his head. But what could happen? I mean, if he kidnapped - or catnapped, he didn't know any more - then maybe he would wake up? Blinking rapidly, he stared at the dog and opened his mouth, before closing it when no sound came out. "Si; I will come." He answered, chewing on his bottom lip discreetly as he tried not to freak out.


    "The language is, uhh, Spanish." He informed him, having to stop briefly to try and think of the correct words. "I had to know, um, English because well, uhh ... Never mind." David shook his head viciously and just fixed his hazel orbs back on Seldric.


    [color=transparent] #spanishdork

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] SELDRIC LUNA DEVOTIO![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] running wild & free[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 200px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=8][color=white]"Spanish, huh?" The word sounded familiar, but the language itself wasn't. Never mind, that was unimportant now. What was important was that he managed to bring David back to camp safely. The moors and the edge of the mountains weren't exactly the safest place to be, not with the cold season settling.


    "Come on, I'll take you back there. Oh and, welcome to Windclan," Seldric said. He assumed that the kit would be staying, at least for some time. He didn't look like he had much elsewhere to go.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; border-bottom: 4px solid #161616; margin-top: -10px;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Very difficult language. Not as hard as English though. I don't understand how you can speak English." He shrugged, flicking his ears. David had mentally calmed down now, but he couldn't get his head around the fact that this guy hadn't heard his own language before! Blimey! "Gracias; thank you." He replied, offering Seldric a rare smile. He never smiled. He just expressed his emotions differently.


    [color=transparent] #spanishdork

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 420px; line-height: 14px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -.4px;]i see nanners and manchester united
    tracking so hard omg

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    "I could say the same about Spanish," Seldric chuckled. He walked at a pace David could keep up with, pacing himself. Normally he'd run back to camp to enjoy the wind and open spaces, but for his sake, he kept a steady pace.


    A short bout of silence remained, before the canine spoke up again. "So, where are you from? Another clan? Loner? I came from the nearby town when my people threw me out because I was getting too big."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    [size=22px]OH, WHERE DO WE BEGIN ?[/size]

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    Well, he was late to meet this guy. Trotting over in his cloak, he halted his movements besides Seldric, glancing down at the brown feline. "Greetings you two." He said in his normal rushed tone, the cougar giving a nod to both.













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    [size=22px]THE RUBBLE OR OUR SINS ?[/size]

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    Like Altair, she was late as well as she approached the scene not too far behind the cougar. Being a former pirate meant she almost been everywhere, seen everything, met some weird people. Wherever she went, she had to learn a new language and if her memory served her well, she could speak only a bit of Spanish. A few important phrases and words and such. It was the same with other languages but she spoke fluent in Welsh and Polish, being from Britain and such.


    "'Ello everyone." The British accented fem murmured as she paused on the other side of Seldric. "What's yer name, boy?" Her questioned was directed towards David.

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    MORNING !
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    I WILL WALK AT THE PACE OF THE MOON —
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    "Welcome to WindClan," murmured the torbie as she approached the stranger who spoke words that meant nothing to her. It was by his broken accented English and the works Seldric spoke that she could understand. When she did, she nodded, purring and welcomed him. "I'm Morningpaw."
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    #welcomefrommorning


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    JOHN GRIMM ![hr]FINISHING THIS FIGHT
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    -- OOC: NANNERS HEY! C:


    The golden dragon landed with a dull thump and rose to roll his shoulders and stretch his wings, turning to spot the group not far away and a stranger speaking Spanish - a new joiner? - shrugging John made his way over "Greetings" he rumbled in his gravelly deep voice.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]He shrugged, not knowing what to say. It was weird having to speak another language for so long. If he was an interview, by now he would be able to talk Spanish again and the translator would translate what he was saying for the press. He was thankful for the pace that Seldric was going, because now he didn't have to concentrate on running instead of words. "I am a human." He meowed, before frowning slightly. That didn't seem right. "Joder. I mean, uh, I woke up as 'this'. I don't even know what you are on about. I'm quite outgoing if you are saying I'm a loner so, um, no. A clan? In Spain and across the world, a clan is like, uh, a warrior group?"


    As all these people - no wait, animals - approached, he heard the familiar chimes of alarm bells in his head. He ignored them. He nodded when the kelpie told everyone his name and just bit his lips shyly.


    //brodie shhh
    i couldn't stay away and decided to make another character and not bring back spock lmao hiii !!!


    [color=transparent] #spanishdork

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