"Hello there!" Smokeykit grinned as he padded towards the stump, looking at the new joiner in the eyes. "Name and business on ShadowClan land?" He asked as he sat down, curling his tail onto his paws. The young snow leopard couldn't help but shiver in the cold.
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FEMALE | SHADOWCLAN | TIGRESS
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the alabaster general made her debut as she sauntered up. woah cool. this shecat looked just like her own domestic form: a ragdoll. "hey there deary. im winterscape. welcome." mewed the tigress.
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the nightwatcher swaggered over, sitting down to observe what was happening. it was always nice to have a new member in the clan.
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[size=8]★ The general padded up silently, nodding to the newcomer with a small smile. Taking a spot beside Rapidfire, she spoke softly. "Hello and welcome. Im Stargazer, its a pleasure to have you here."
[justify]"I-it is quite chilly," Doublekit spoke to the newcomer's earlier comment, flickering into sight. He had been out and about, minding not even his own business, when he had heard all of the banter. Doublekit rarely engaged in greeting others and accepting them into ShadowClan, since, firstly, it was not his place and, secondly, he always felt odd. It was as if he assumed he would be a poor representative for his home. Although he may have not looked particularly odd, and in fact looked relatively normal, his incessant stutter may not have projected the best of images. At the mention of the frigid winds, Doublekit realized that he was shivering, which was hardly a rare occurrence. It was winter, and he was a small kitten. There was only so much he could do about the consequences of those things.
He gave a brief nod of greeting to those already there, sure to not make it come off as curt. He hated when others were curt and went through great trouble to avoid being perceived that way himself. Doublekit donned a small smile, a polite smile, and stood next to all of the others. His hair ended up getting blown into his face a bit, and he had to awkwardly try and get some strands out of his mouth. Slightly embarrassed at his odd movement, he sat himself down. "Welcome to ShadowClan," the calico said, unsure of the origin of his stutter right now. Was it his natural speech impediment or was it simply the cold? In the end, it did not really matter. Pink nose twitching and dribbling, he sniffled. Doublekit felt somewhat crass, for whatever reason, and hoped nobody picked up on his lack of decorum. Trying to sit as tall as he could, Doublekit thought of other things to say to Wildhearted.
It was an interesting name, but to say so may imply that he found it tasteless. Obviously, this was far from the truth. Doublekit adored the appellation, and enjoyed the way it rolled off the tongue. There were some words and sounds that he had found that were both comfortable to say and to hear. Wildhearted was one of those things, he surmised. With a happy exhalation, Doublekit curled his tail around his paws. Despite the sun sitting ever so highly in the sky, none of its rays seemed to be reaching ShadowClan. It was a strange illusion, and the small tom tried to think of why that was. He had no knowledge of empirical sciences, and was left entirely to his own devices when it came to contriving an explanation. "It's not always this cold here," he started, tossing his head over his shoulder to look back on the territory, "Especially back at camp, there are a bunch of dens there!" It was challenging to speak over the wind and not shout, but Doubelkit thought he did a decent job at it, his tone charismatic and amicable.
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