fall on your tongue like pixie dust ; open, joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; width: 350px;]the three month old had been trained to show little emotion by her parents. her mother never showed any sort of feelings and neither did her father. it was in her blood to show indifference and act as if she was programmed by a computer. everytime she opened her mouth she feared she would crack and let out everything she had pent up inside. the girl rarely talked and when she did it was very brief.


    the deaf mackeral tabby was dragged over to the border unwillingly by her father and by lip reading she found out that he said to join the group. great, they were getting rid of her. her face stayed black as she nodded her head. as soon as she saw his apricot-colored pelt disappear, she turned to look at the windclan territory. "i'm happythoughts and i'm here to join." she had already learned how to speak when she lost her hearing. she sat down and to wait for somebody to accept her, eyes focused on a small blade of grass. [ rushed + mobile ]

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    Snow leopard|| WindClan|| Hard|| Attack in snow || bodies: snow leopard, crocodile, harpy eagle, dragon|| powers: the sight, absorb spirits, shapeshifting ART IS DONE BY CHIP SHOP! ALL CREDIT GOES TO HIM
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    [align=center][color=black]Shiftingalligances Hadrian


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    Shiftingallegiances walked over, "Welcome to WindClan. I'm Shiftingallegiances Hadrian," she said,clot knowing that she was deaf.









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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px][justify]For someone named Happythoughts, Peachmoon would've expected a more cheerful looking person. She was a little disappointed to find the deaf girl looking so dull, but hey, at least the irony was strong. "Welcome to WindClan," she spoke with a swish of her tails, "I'm Peachmoon."

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    [font=timesnewroman] Abandoned. Rather pathetic for parenting roles but Pressurepoint wasn't in the much mood for that kind of interesting. What he was interested in with the female and the way she behaved. Rather robotic, basically a living breathing machine and although Pressurepoint adored having an interesting set of toys, the male always enjoyed cracking the robotic kind of people and seeing how they worked. Also her name was a bit of an oxymoron compared to the way she was acting, her blank face the opposite of what happy thoughts are supposed to cause in people, Pressurepoint simply went to stride up next to the two females, his icy frozen glacier blue visionaries narrowed while he examined her before they widened and he grinned slightly, while the looming sleek silvery pure ivory white male tipped his head to the side, silent.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; border-bottom: 4px solid #161616; margin-top: -10px;][/fancypost]
    [align=center][color=white]© Swiftsong #pressurepoint #magnussen

    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=7pt]Her mouth had grown accustomed to frowning after so long in the Exiles. In all honesty, she had never really been happy there. After the death of her mother she hadn't much been happy at all. It was hard to live knowing that someone you once cared for was no longer by your side to see you grow. Violet and her mother hadn't been really close in a very long time, and there wasn't a thing the young female had grown to regret more. Needless to say, it was only one of the many things her mind ventured to ponder at night.


    However, now the female was smiling the happiest and most genuine of smiles. It felt good to be back home where her family could begin to mend itself. And, lord, did it also feel good to not have to worry about some asshole stealing your food- or your life for that matter- all the time. As she approached the kit, her eyes scanned over the scene. So this little female wished to join? Very well. It sounded as if it could be fun.



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