when old stories end /open-joining\ new ones begin

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    To say she knew where she was going would be a lie.


    The canine had reached the end of a journey that had spanned several moons. All based on the stories her aging mother used to tell. According to the old she wolf there was a grand collection of all manner of beasts living together...somewhere. The exact location had been a bit muddled throughout the stories, probably due to the fact said collection of beasts kept moving around. Sometimes it was an underground cavern, other times an island surrounded by the ocean. Very few of her tales described the castle and none of them had given the young four-legged any clue as to the clan's current home. Thankfully a few loners had been intelligent enough to point her in the right direction, as she now stood on what she hoped would be the border.
    While Sprig shared very little of her mother's beautiful silvery coat, she had inherited her broad shoulders and large size, which had proved to be convenient when it was necessary to bully her way past the occasional rogue.
    Silverstrike still lived, this was true. But the old she wolf had no more taste for clan life, as anyone who knew her was most likely either dead or gone. Sprig on the other paw was curious, and wanted to see what it was like. The life of a lone wolf was indeed lonely, and while Silverstrike still had her very aged eagle Neroik to keep her company, Sprig had no such advantage.
    So here she sat, a rather confused expression upon her maw, glancing around while trying to decide if she was in the right damn place after all.
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    Meenah trotted up to the border, sitting down and giving the newcomer a smile. She looked rather doubtful about coming here, and Meenah hoped that didn't mean she would be unloyal if she was joining. "Yo. Name and business with HawkClan." the wolf said, blinking at Sprig.
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    She gave a little jump of surprise as the Clanner appeared, quickly trying to hide it by giving her fur a shake. "Oh.....hello. My names Sprig. Well, thats my pup name. Not my real name. Though I guess its my real name right now kind of isn't it?" The silvery-black canine babbled for a few seconds, failing at trying to not act as young as she was. "Uhhh....sorry. I'm Sprig Alark. I guess you could say I'm here to join....if you'll have me." Finally. A coherent sentence.
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    NIKOLAI RYKER
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    THE BLACK GRIFFIN

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]he had heard the chief speaking to a random animal, so he came to check up on things, he had nothing else better to do. the ebony tinted griffin gave a low caw as he came forward, head low and wings still, his claws and paws dug into the earthy ground. his bright eyes focused in on the wolf, a young female she-wolf was not a common appearance as they were mostly in their birth packs. unless, she was a loner all her life then that'd be a different story.


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    [size=14]BUBBLEPAW H.B.[hr][i]thinking "speaking"

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    [i]"Well, it's nice to meet ya, Sprig! My name's Bubblepaw, and welcome to HawkClan!" Ah, Bubblepaw was always happy whenever they had a new member. Sprig seemed like a nice fae indeed. [/fancypost]

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    Lacey trotted over with a curious expression, taking a shortcut beneath Meenah's legs. "Welcome to HawkClan. I'm Lacey Rivera." She wouldn't dare mention anything about her childish body, instead she would just let the pup assume she was another kitten. It could be amusing. "Do you need anything?" The tiny demoness inquired, tipping her head back to look up at Sprig. She kept a straight face while ogling the other, sweeping her gaze over the wolf's body as if she were looking for something peculiar. While she found nothing that caught her attention, she still thought that name was familiar. At least, her second name - the first one just sounded strange.


    So Lacey said, "I've heard your name before."

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    "Ummmm...hi...hi." The wolf mumbled, having never been around more than two creatures at the same time. She took a step back, slightly intimidated, returning the nod from a strange animal the wolf had not seen before. Sprig greeted the two who had said their names quickly, trying to look more friendly and less anxious as she dipped her head to them in acknowledgement.
    Upon the arrival of the kitten, the nervous canine was rather taken aback at her last words. "Alark? Well.....I-I mean my mother used t-to live here....I think.... her name was Silverstrike if I remember right. She just goes by Silver now." Sprig's aging mother was well into her years and the younger canine had been told to expect perhaps one or two older members that remembered her, but this was a [i]kitten.     "H-how do you know her? She hasn't been here for moons and y-you're so young..."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family:arial][justify]The corners of Lacey's mouth quirked upward. "Silverstrike...? Haven't heard that name in ages." She heaved a sigh, shaking her head. "We knew each other. I'm not sure if we were friends; but we certainly knew one another." The demon chuckled, trying her hardest not to think of all the ties Silverstrike had had to all of the beings that were now dead and gone, especially their recently passed leader. "I'm older than I look. I'm that girl's grandmother, if that tells you anything." She gestured to Meenah as if that would clear up just how old she was.

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    "So, you're Silverstrike's daughter, eh?" Kupfer herself wasn't even that old, maybe a bit more than a year... "Well, next time you visit her, tell her Kupfer and Lacey are still around... and Ichigo's dead, alright? My name's Kupfer, by the way. Welcome to HawkClan." It hurt a little, to say her uncle's name. But Silverstrike did deserve to know, yes?

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    Growing more confident as the minutes passed, Sprig tilted her head at the small feline in front of her. "Ohhhh, I see. You're [i]that     Lacey. Silverstrike used to speak fondly of you, though she mentioned you did have your less than fond moments....not to be rude, I mean."
    As Kupfer approached, the silvery-black wolf tensed at the news Ichigo was gone, flattening her ears soon after and looking at the ground for a few heartbeats. "Silver considered Ichigo one of her closest friends." She sighed and looked back up at the others. "I had hoped to meet him when I joined here, you see. My mother found a way to mention him in so many of her stories about this place. And I would tell her all this, but I want to stay here and join. My home is many moons travel away."
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    "I'm sure you'll visit your mom sometime or another... Yeah... If you had come just a week ago, you would have been able to meet him." Had it only been a week? No... maybe not. Oh well. "I was still a kit when Silv was around, though did she mention me at all? Oh, and we're glad to have you join us as a member."

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    Io trotted towards the group, nodding towards Sprig. "Quite an honor to meet you, Miss Alark." He briefly listened to Kupfernikel and Sprig's conversation, once again saddened by Ichigo's passing. Nevertheless, he introduced himself with a light smile and a bow. "Io Otonashi, shakai here. I wish upon you the best of times in HawkClan." It seemed the demoness that currently inhabited his corpse was absent. Thank goodness.
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    "Yes, I believe she did. Her memories were growing distorted because of time and her age when I left but I do remember you from some of her tales." After saying this, Sprig mentally cursed herself for not making the journey faster, once Kupfer mentioned Ichigo had passed only a short time before. She sat in a sullen silence for a few seconds before another being approached. As he introduced himself the wolf dipped her head in greeting, twitching her ears briefly in embarrassment at being called 'Miss'. It was quite safe to say Sprig was a rather unsocialized creature and hadn't met many others besides her mother and the occasional rogue or loner.
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    "Hahahaha she thought you were a little kid." Meenah grinned at her grandmother. So small lol. "Welcome to HawkClan, Sprig Alark. I'm Meenah, the Chief here."
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    She looked sheepish as the Chief pointed out her mistake, feeling foolish for not connecting the names sooner. Once accepted, Sprig felt a bolt of happiness and relief that her journey had finally come to an end. "Thank you." she woofed simply, dipping her head to Meenah.
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