DUST BOWL DANCE | joining

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[size=11pt]^{He didn't need them. Fuck them. Fuck everyone. He could live on his own. He hoped they all died, wherever they were.}

^{He made his way through the forest noisily, twigs cracking beneath his tiny paws as he stormed through the territory. He didn't care where he was going; he just wanted to get as far from them as possible.
Well, that was what he told himself- in reality, he knew that he was heading this direction in hopes that he'd stumble along his family. He prayed he'd find whatever path they took, that he'd catch up to them somehow, and that it had been a mistake- that they'd been worried sick, that they hadn't meant to leave him behind. He knew that he didn't want to be alone. He knew that he wanted the comfort of his kin.
He also knew that what his parents had done... it hadn't been a mistake. They had fled in the night with the intent of leaving him behind. You can't just lose a kitten; and how coincidental was it that they happened to leave behind the problem child. The one who scratched and bit too much, the one who complained too loud, the one that took up too much space in their tiny little den.}

^{But he couldn't help that he was big and rough and noisy. It wasn't his fault. Was it?
The kitten sniffed, blinking away tiny tears. A new wave of anger rippled through him. He hated them. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault he was weird looking and had stubby legs and and a freaky tiny tail and-
"Fuck! Ow!" His paws were swept under him, and the Kurilian went flying, his chin snapping onto the ground, making him bite his tongue with sharp baby teeth.
Clambering to his paws, the child looked back at what had tripped him; the ground below him had gone from rocky and solid to sandy in a just one step, causing him to lose his footing. With a swollen, bleeding tongue and an angry expression on his young features, the child looked out across the leveled and desert-like landscape that, unbeknownst to him, housed Darkclan's camp.}
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[size=11pt]^{Flinching at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, the bobtailed feline was snapped out of his frustrated reverie.
Too startled to question who this was, and why they wanted his name, the child answered promptly. Shamelessly spitting out a glob of blood, he replied, ignoring the faint throbbing in his tongue. "Whadday a mean bisthnis, mithter? And I'm Mortimer." He winced at the slight lisping caused by his swollen tongue. He gingerly stuck it out and pawed at it, nose curling as a dull stab of pain hit him. Shit. That wouldn't heal for a few days.} [/size]

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[size=11pt]^{Rustic? Rustic? Mortimer had only a vague understanding of what that word meant, and was immediately offended, for whatever reason. Lips curled, Mortimer opened his mouth to say something sharp and angry, but he suddenly recognized the presence of an ache in his head (from the fall or from crying, he was not sure) and fell silent for a moment. He didn't have the energy to snap at anyone.
Spitting out more blood- the wound on his tongue had yet to slow its bleeding, but the swelling was rapidly vanishing- he answered the other stranger, a blase expression on his maw. "'M not rustic. I'm smart. I read books sometimes, or whatever it is you nerds do nowadays." He sniffed, his stubby tail flicking. "And what am I joining, here?" Of course he was joining. He had to be realistic here, didn't he? It wasn't like he had anywhere else to go.}[/size]

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[size=11pt]^{"Yeah? And what do I have to do to get in?"
He'd never heard about anything like the Clans, and was unfamiliar with the customs, especially induction into the group; but it seemed pretty reasonable that they wouldn't let him in without making him do something. It was only logical, wasn't it? Darkclan seemed like a pretty badass name, if not a little weird, in his opinion. Maybe they'd make him do something evil. Cause, you know, darkness being in the name and whatnot.}[/size]

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[size=11pt]^{"Knight!" Mortimer all but spat out the words, ears immediately pricking up. The child bore a lopsided grin. Knight. That sounded so cool.}[/size]