I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT SO DESPERATELY {Open, Joining}

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    His parents were stupid. His brothers were stupid. His sisters were stupid. All of them were stupid, except for him. Well, that's what he had come to decide on. Sure, he thought, he might not be the brightest one out there, especially since he was a kit, but at least he had enough sense in him to leave his family that were busy drowning in their own blood and to travel to the clan closest to them, which he had come to learn that they had tilted themselves 'WindClan'. Tired and hungry, the tortoiseshell tom blinked his different matching eyes as he halted at the invisible scent marker, looking around patiently.
    [hr][align=center][size=9pt][font=andalemono]did you find another cure ?[/fancypost]
    [color=black][size=7pt][font=andalemono][c] Florida

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 275px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify]— "Num and busness," the Stoat inquired, her speech impairment getting in the way of the simple wording. Chocolate brown luminaries locking on the kitten, her eyes panged with a feeling of fear. Nobody had seen the fear from a joiner simply arriving, but she was scared that they'd attack.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 275px; height: auto; margin-top: -5px;][align=center][sub] #Storywriting[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: #d2d2d2]Kittens showed up on the border surprisingly often – surprisingly to anyone who wasn’t Polaris, anyway. Months and months had passed, but he still remembered sneaking out with alarming frequency, and his many hours on the border had only taken away from the shock. Stopping beside Storykit, who’d beaten him to the usual question, darn it, the Siamese slid into a sitting position. Kitten or not, this was his job. Besides, he was curious; sometimes, strangers had stories to tell. Or important news, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear anything like that right now.
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    [color=#5c7180]information - powers - bodies - interaction - [abbr=npc x npc, adopted by legacy brides ★ engaged to beartooth ★ mentoring alaska ★ tag #polariswc]other[/abbr][/size]

    Lavakit trotted up beside Polarispride, her green eyes focused on the kitten at the border. She was excited about having more kittens in the Clan, it just meant more friends for her to play with! Especially since Jetkit had been seen less and less; she missed him.

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    Snow leopard|| WindClan|| Hard|| Attack in snow || bodies; snow leopard, crocodile, harpy eagle
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    [align=center][color=black]Shiftingalligances Hadrian


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    Shiftingallegiances walked over to sit beside Polarispride. The pregnant snow leopardess looked over to the kits. We're thry here to join, or spy, cause descrution. Shift hoped the former.









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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 12px; margin-top: -5px; width: 475px; text-align: justify;]Harshpaw rolled up next to Story,awaiting a response.


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    bridalkit approached the kit curiously, taking a seat beside her sister as she waited for the tom to respond. there were many kits popping up on the border. the typical kit her age would assume it was just a bigger chance to make friends, but bridalkit wasn't so sure about that herself.
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    [align=center][sup]#bridalkit / ask.fm

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    "Do you need water or food, kid?" Cloudhouse inquired, hearing the news about a kitten on the border. He always felt a small pang of pity for abandoned kits, they were far to young to be traveling alone. Half the time, it was a miracle they managed to survive in the harsh climate alone. It was why the majority of joiners weren't kittens, they had a higher chance of survival.

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    Stars above, it hadn't taken long for a crowd to swarm about him. But, naturally, his gaze would be locked on to the stoat, which seemed about his age. Flicking an ear, figuring out the words in his head, he would calmly reply, [b]"Name's Painkit. This is WindClan, correct? I'd like to join."     The last thing he needed was to join one of those bad communities out there. If he could remember correctly, BloodClan didn't seem all too pleasant. As he thought, a voice interrupted in an inquiry that he was glad to answer. "Some food would be great." He said in Cloudhouse's direction, an expression of relief on his face as he stood there, lowering his head and smile curling about his lips.
    [hr][align=center][size=9pt][font=andalemono]did you find another cure ?[/fancypost]
    [color=black][size=7pt][font=andalemono][c] Florida

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    windclan
    adviser




    male
    pansexual
    eight months
    domestic feline




    npc x npc
    adopted by tsukota




    [abbr=easy-medium | no powers | character bond with no one | ask for capture | no killing, maim or major injuries | minor injuries allowed | mentored by intermission | wears a leather strap with holder to hold pocketknife |]battletags[/abbr]
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    And, this joiner was a kit. Great, more kids. Just what he needs. Ignoring his annoyance and forcing it down his throat, the black tom quietly joined them, stopping beside Shifting. He sat down and neatly wrapped his tail around his paws before meowing, "That's correct and you're accepted, welcome to the clan." He meowed half-heartily with a curt nod. "I'm Blackpaw."




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    "I don't have a mouse on me, but I'm sure one of them could catch one for you," Cloudhouse responded, eyeing Polarispride, Blackpaw, Harshpaw, and Wingspan. "Until then, have some honeycombs. They're really satisfying," he explained as he took out a piece from his satchel and nudged it over to the kitten.

    He's cute and polite. Don't be a scatterbrain Storykit. rang her thoughts as the stoat smiled at the new joiner. "A-Ahm Storykit, welcome,"


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    "welcome to windclan, painkit," she said with a nod, smiling very briefly in the kit's direction. his name was a bit... harsh, but no matter. perhaps they'd bond sooner or later, though bridalkit wasn't one for socializing.
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    [align=center][sup]#bridalkit / ask.fm

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    Painkit would nod his thanks to the welcomes he had received, genuinely feeling welcomed into their home. He glanced back over to the medic and watched as he pulled out honeycombs, blinking. Those looked interesting, yet he would not doubt the canine and he moved forward to sniff at them for a second or two before gently eating them, mumbling a 'thank you' as he ate. And Cloudhouse didn't lie; they really did a help to his once aching stomach. Medicines and herbs had always peeked at his curiosity, so perhaps he could learn more about them here? He would have never had the opportunity to do so where he used to live.
    [hr][align=center][size=9pt][font=andalemono]did you find another cure ?[/fancypost]
    [color=black][size=7pt][font=andalemono][c] Florida

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    windclan
    adviser




    male
    pansexual
    eight months
    domestic feline




    npc x npc
    adopted by tsukota




    [abbr=easy-medium | no powers | character bond with no one | ask for capture | no killing, maim or major injuries | minor injuries allowed | mentored by intermission | wears a leather strap with holder to hold pocketknife |]battletags[/abbr]
    attack in lightblue
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    Blackpaw sighed and rolled his eyes when the Medic's eyes landed on him. Did he really have to go? Yeah, he wanted to leave but not leave because he had to hunt for some kid. But, now that he thought about it, it was no different than hunting then putting it in the pile. Someone besides himself was bound to eat it.
    "Yeah, yeah. I'm on it." He muttered, rising to his paws and with a flick of his tail tip, he walked deeper into the territory. "Give me a moment." He meowed flatly before completely disappearing.
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