START THE DAYS WORK ▲▲ OPEN JOINING + GIFTS

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    [justify]Peyton didn't feel too great. She knew where her brother was, Yakona. He was in Shadowclan, but she couldn't join Shadowclan. Shadowclan was.. not her place. She remembered Yakona as the one who always wanted to be the one to play with the sword sticks. He was different. Maybe he remembered her. Maybe he didn't. She didn't know, but she would visit him, she defenitely would. The corgia waddled forwards, her bushy tail swinging from side to side as she comes to halt on the grainy sand beach. Her paw pads feel so nice against the golden, hot sand and she releases a yip of pleasure, her dark brown eyes alight. She liked this! No. She loved this!


    "I'm Peyton. Here to join, but i've brought some gifts just to liven up the place." The corgi reckoned that bringing gifts had been a great idea, because that way, maybe the Sunclanners would be more accepting of her. She had put several daggers, cakes and flowers in the brown gift basket which was woven in flax. Sometimes, Peyton missed her Mum, even though she had never met her. Her Mum had abandoned her and her brother and her other siblings at birth. She had dropped them all at different clans. But Peyton didn't want to stay in the clan her mother had chosen for her, so she left and choose Sunclan.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Someone joining, and with gifts? It was odd, seeing as their allies were usually the ones who brought presents along to strengthen the bonds held between the two clans, but Bran was no complaining. Though he said nothing at first, he joined the corgi in her spot, paralyzed legs sprawled out behind him, one of them in a cast, healing. It would still be useless, but due to a branch nearly crushing it, he needed it to be fixed once more. It would give him a slight sense of security, at least. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Peyton. I am Brandon Stark, but call me Bran," he introduced himself easily, voice plain and not holding much emotion. It was always the same with him. His facial features were adorned with an aloof mask, and a frown on his lips. Perhaps he was attempting to drive others way, but perhaps not. Bran didn't know how he felt about many of the SunClanners, but there were a few he could pick and choose from that he didn't like, or did.


    "Thank you for the gifts," he added on, voice identical to the way it had been before. The young Stark peered at the assortments of goodies she had brought, but he spotted nothing of particular interest. At least to him. He was certain another would come along and take one of the objects she brought with her. He found it unnecessary of her to bring items to the clan, but he supposed she was attempting to make a decent first impression. Bran shrugged internally at the thought.

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    [justify]At the first person upon arrival, Peyton let her tail swing as a sign of friendliness, her calm face studious, dark chocolate orbs scanning Bran, a hint of interest glimmering in her eyes before she nods, not moving forwards as she watches him glance at the gift basket, her ears pricked. The assassin for hire then hears his name and her head cocks to the side, but otherwise nods. "Bran is a nice name." She commented kindly, a smile appearing on her lips but her eyes remain thoughtful as she studies him. His distant facials do not deter her as she studies him. She can be just as aloof to others, but for today, Peyton knows that first impressions do mean a lot, and being pleasant was something that she could easily get used to and that was in her nature. She had planned this out beforehand. The ones she liked and didn't like, they'd all receive the same Peyton. A kind one that likes to give. They'd never find she was really an assassin who had blood on her name.


    "It's not a problem, Bran." The corgi spoke softly, looking off into the distance, the sun shining down on her pelt and making her movements more slow as the warmth easily made her tired. Peyton was used to the cold, used to seeing her breath unfurl into the freezing air, but here it was warm and sunny, hence the clan name. She noticed the back legs and her gaze lingered on them before flickering back up to Brans face. "I hope you don't mind me asking, what happened to your back legs?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Though the compliment was intended to be nice, and friendly, he was a bit puzzled and bewildered at the gesture. Bran was not accustomed to receiving such. . .kind words, especially from a complete stranger. He was also not being the most open, and was rather aloof in the entire situation. He deeply hoped someone else would come along to ease the tension he felt arising in the air. Perhaps Peyton did not yet feel it, but he was worried she would and would be driven away because of it. He simply shifted in his spot, uncertain of what to say in response to the compliment. "Thank you." Brandon settled on a quick 'thank you', and soon averted his gaze from the corgi, eyes focusing on the gifts instead. Because of her adequate acting skills, he was not at all able to tell she was hiding something. He figured she was another kind joiner wanting to become a member of SunClan, to find a new home, as he had. Minus the kind part.


    Bran gazed at her quietly, observing as she peered off to the side, wondering about the many other joiners. The number of newer members had begun to diminish, but he tried to say nothing of it. Boo made it seem as though their activity was fine, but at times, it wasn't the best it could be. He would only do his best to be as active as he could, despite the circumstances with his back legs. As if on cue, he heard the question. Did thinking of it make it so people inquired about his legs? That was strange, and a coincidence. "I was pushed from a tree, and landed. . .well, badly," the young Stark explained simply, dipping his head as he peered back at his toothpick-like appendages. They were worthless now. He could cut them off now and not be affected at all. Maybe that would be worth it, considering they were dead weight. "I often climbed before the incident, and never before have I fallen," Bran added on quietly, head lowering.

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    [size=30pt][font=Ar Berkley]Clover[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; margin-top: -28px][hr][size=6pt]Female || Vulpes vulpes || 13 moons || Winter Element || [/size][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -14px][size=7pt]Clover padded to the animals as she heard a voice say they wanted to join. As She got closer, she noticed it was a canine. She ran up to the corgi. "Hello, I'm Clover!"She yipped and put her paw out to shake. She leaped up and ice formed around her feet, and she tripped. "Oof!" She looked up at the corgi, embarrassed.
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    "Hello! Welcome ah,my name is Willowcurl. You can call me Willow if you want." Brightly, she acknowledged Bran and Clover as well, her whiskers twitching slightly. Her dainty paws shifted softly in the sand as she took in the sight of the Corgi dog. She'd never seen a corgi, actually. She'd seen tons of dogs, of course, but Peyton was such a short little dog. She'd only ever met a few dogs as short as her, considering she was very much so not a dog, but a curly furred cat.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:#ABABAB; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=arial]"The name's Aisenma Harbinger, the deputy here. 'Ollo." the brute would say, padding up and nodding in the joiner's direction. He was tired 一 jumping from here to there got you like that 一 and barely made an effort to hide it. Instead, the deputy abruptly stopped next to bran. [color=white]"Do you have any questions?"

    [justify]Latty was the next to arrive, bouncing up behind Ais and offering the biggest welcoming grin. "Welcome to SunClan, Peyton!" The lilac tigress beamed, seating herself before offering a paw to shake, if she wished to. "My name is Spe-Latincub Malum-Hellsing, it's great to meet you." She corrected herself on the first part, seeing as she'd nearly called herself "Spellbook". What a coincidence. "Would you like a flower crown?" She asked after a few moments.[/justify]

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][sub]simple, life was. it took gentle eyes with hard irises just to see it. many passed up the glory of the land but the young male couldn't miss it for the world. he knew exactly where he stood in the conversation, though speaking wasn't on his agenda today and his back leg was still a bit sore from all the walking he'd done on it. he could almost hear his mother now, beckoning him to lay down and take a load off. he didn't have time for that though. he might have been a freshly born apprentice but, age stopped for no one, neither did death. thus a smile printed upon his face, a tip of his straw sunhat and a chuckle from his mouth. "Howdy there miss, names Asteroidpaw, but ya can call me what ya like."