Tropical house ( open ; leaving )

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

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    [abbr= daughter to Brooklynchaos and Archer (bloodclan) || Full name-Seashellcub Cor Leonis Firelily || 7 moons || Ages every 100 pots || Best friends: Dawnpaw, Onestep, Evergreen, Amberfrost || Crush: Clearpaw ] Shelly[/abbr] || Battle tags


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    [justify]Leaving? Why on Earth would anyone want to leave RiverClan? Of course, Aspengrove had never met Pilot before, and wasn't sure what he was talking about when he said that he "didn't fit in," but she had always loved this place. In all honesty, she had been born and raised here, never to join another group, so she had nothing to compare RiverClan to. But from the thirty-moon-old's perspective, this clan was pretty dandy.


    Of course, different opinions existed out there, and hers probably wasn't the only one. No, scratch that, there was no possibility that everyone out there loved RiverClan. Aspengrove didn't tend to acknowledge other opinions, though, so hearing that came as a bit of a shock to the warrior.


    "Goodbye!" she shouted out, hoping that Pilot would hear her as he had already begin to leave. The black-and-white feline had never seen him before, but he didn't sound mean or anything. For all she knew, he could have turned out to be a great clanmate. Oh well. The past was in the past, she supposed.

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    Shuku could understand needing to leave, needing to go somewhere. Everyone had their reasons for doing things they way they did them, so the sea otter did a little waved with their black paws, smile clear on their face.
    "Tavvauvutit- goodbye!"
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    ➢ The doctor understood the feeling of not fitting in, that was precisely why he'd left Tidalclan, he didn't think it was the place for him to be honest. So he packed up his things and moved to Riverclan where he absolutely adored everything and everyone. Nico frowned as he listened to Pilot his head bobbing in a nod. Welp, there went another companion, damn. He'd miss the stuttering cutie. His frown turned to a smile, "I'll miss you too, mate. Make sure to tell me where you move so I can visit you as well." he suggested hoping his friend had heard him before he left.


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    Nativeghost knew exactly what it was like to feel like you don't belong somewhere. Back in her old apprentice days, she'd been a member of WindClan, but had eventually fallen inactive. Now she didn't belong anywhere. If anything, she belonged to adventure and travel. The fox would pad up with a sympathetic facial expression towards the departing male whom she'd never gotten to meet and murmur, "Safe travels!"
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    [justify]Someone was leaving eh? Well this was certainly a disappointment. Razor was next to arrive to the scene as he rested his green gaze on the departing fellow as he wondered what on earth would motivate the now former riverclanner to leave in the first place. The tall Savannah wasn't sure if this was a constant thing or not, but the fact that this was happening even now bothered him greatly


    Of course, he wouldn't judge the guy for this. He had a good understanding of how sometimes you don't belong. To him, nothing felt more right than being a RiverClanner. The first time he left RiverClan was due to death in battle. Had it been up to him, he would have never left. Ever since he returned from the heavens, he had made himself tho promises: to aid Tava as best he could and keep her safe and to also make sure that if he was to ever depart from RiverClan is would be by death and not by choice. This was his home and he'll be damned if anyone or some damn feeling would get in the way of that.


    With a small smile, Razor watched Pilot leave. He only wished the guy good luck and that he would find a place where he truly belonged. [/justify]

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    Brooklyn teleported over and watched, an emptiness in her black eyes. She could understand not fitting in, but she couldn't understand leaving Riverclan. Joining a clan was a promise of loyalness and leaving was breaking that promise. But that was his choice. The Griffin wasn't close enough to Pilot -- she didn't think she'd ever met him -- to be upset in anyway so she just watched him leave, offering a quick "Safe travels." For him though she didn't mean it.


    Brooklyn would never leave Riverclan, even if she grew to despise it -- which she doubted would happen -- she wouldn't because this was her home and this was where she'd placed her loyalties.

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    "I wish you the best." Tavayen voiced in an understanding tone. She knew what it felt like to want a change of scenery. Sometimes the one you had just didn't seem fitting. Everyone had a right to follow their heart and search for a place that did. As far as she was concerned, she was beginning to do so. Being a RiverClanner was something the Star-Council warrior desired and missed very much.