american dream -- open, joiner

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    hmm... hawkclan, huh? weeird. lostheroes sat at the border, patient as ever. he wasn't the greatest fighter of all, but, he would learn. eventually. maybe. eh. all he wanted was the women. mhm. he was a perverted, hopeless romantic, who didn't seem to 'catch' any chicks. lostheroes sighed and after a while, he didn't really like waiting. damn, it was cold! as it started to get colder and colder, he yelled out, "HEY!" mhm. he was getting reallyyyy impatient right now.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 325px; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;] FULL NAME — [abbr=HawkClan, 3 moons, kitten, domestic feline, single]BASIC INFO[/abbr] — POWERS — [abbr=very easy difficulty, no kill/capture, attack in bolded #2B60DE]BATTLE TAGS[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify;]Valentine, who had been taking a walk at the time, jumped and squeaked at the sudden yelling of someone at the border. She quickly hurried over and yanked her blanket over her head, shivering softly. "[b]N- name and business... please?    " She meowed to him, swallowing thickly. "A- are you cold? Do you w- want my blanket?"


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    [justify] The air was freezing, the sharp breeze blowing through the trees only adding to the chilling temperature. Any warmth that may have been brought upon the cold grown by the sun slipped away as it did beyond the horizon, large grey clouds rising to take its place. The clouds blocked out any starlight that tried to shine down, making it extremely difficult to navigate through the forest. It was going to be a cold, cold night. Despite all this, Odessa was trending through the forest nonetheless. She had been searching for berries and leaves to create paint with long before the effects of dusk came close to washing over the territory, but was having trouble locating the ones she needed. In her mouth hung the few plants she had found, which was only a small leaf and five blue berries.
    During her search, she had already ran into one cat looking to join HawkClan, and just then she smelt yet another. She halted, lifting her head in the air to get a better scent to track. She found where the scent lead to, but she wasn't sure she wanted to follow it. It was getting dark...ah, screw it.


    Burying her berries and leaf beside a rock, she followed the scent.
    "Greetings," she spoke, stepping out from the thick greens of the forest and into view. "State your name and business on the territory."    [/justify]

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    Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit!
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px;][justify]Russia was there, next to Valentine //tracking + rushed



    (c) riley

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 275px; height: 235px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify]Lumbering up next to the painted wild dog was a medium dragon. Even though he was medium, he was quite large, especially since he was a little over thirty feet long, and weighed eight thousand pounds. The crimson reptile said nothing as he simply stared at the creature before him. The guy sure was loud, and that was a little annoying to the assistant deputy.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] HAWKCLAN — ASSISTANT DEPUTY — [abbr= medium serpentine dragon (8,000 pounds, little over 30 feet long)-Hawkclan-Extreme-Shape shifting(horse,golden eagle, melanistic caracal, domestic cat, cheetah, medium dragon, cougar (main, wears leather armor and carries katana)), super senses, invisibility, sight, pelt and eye manipulation, telepathy(always on), molecule soundwaves and emotion manipulation, half demon, half death god, attack in Darkorange]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost]
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