[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; letter-spacing: -.5px; width:430px; margin-top: -10px;]The young black fox sat on the border waiting for someone to approach. His tail swept up sand with each stroke to and fro as if he was nervous. Perhaps he was and rightfully so. He grew up in the quite peaceful territory of Tidalclan. The blood thirsty beasts that roamed here would be a new experience for him. But of course the guy never thought straight and so he feared little. Quite the toxic cross to bare.
Normally quite the excited little tyke, the fox sat with a serious expression wiped across his face. He wasn't going to screw things up here. Since birth, he was quite the fighter. And through that thick layer of his typical goofy smile and childish banter of his rested the heart of little fighter.
"My name is Chitanda. I'd like to join!" he barked with confidence. His face may have been serious, but his eyes were glittering with wonder.

