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    "H-hi. It's Jessamine - fr-from The Ruins?" she yapped, hoping that there were no Fazbears in this Clan.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]"Yes? Do you need something?" Cam would ask as she appeared, roaming over with a polite smile teasing the ends of her thin salmon lips. Seating herself, she folded the end of her fleece scarf over her shoulder, content with the chilly day. The scarf had been handy after all.

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Oh? "Leader-wise, I'm sure he'll come along soon," She'd say, head turning to the side. "as for wanting to stay here, welcome to WindClan! What's your name?" She wondered why this female needed to speak with Jax - perhaps she had news about clan stuff?

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]he sauntered over, smiling. well welcome! I'm sodapop, one of the apprentices here. I hope you enjoy your stay, miss. jessamine! he stated, dipping his head.

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Jax arrived with his usual stony expression. "Why are you here, and why do you want to stay?" he asked, not wasting any time. He wasn't going to sit around and chat with the girl. No, he wanted to see why the hell she was here. Of course, he didn't word it like that. Jax was blunt, but it didn't mean that he was a total asshole.


    #wcjax


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    "I j-just wanted to see if we're still al-allies... since the r-ruins have become smaller." jessamine stated, feeling more than slightly intimidated by windclan's leader. "I want to s-stay because I w-want to get aw-away from a g-group of people th-that w-won't find me here..."


  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"We cleaned out our allies not too long ago. The Ruins are now neutrals," he stated curtly. At her next statement the canine's honey oculars narrowed. What kind of leader left her Clan to get away from a group of people? Honestly, what a stupid move, to leave your Clan like that. Jax snorted in distaste. "What kind of people would drive you out of your own Clan?" he asked incredulously.


    #wcjax

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Her gaze slid to the leader, and as he and Jessamine began to interact, she felt herself hook her top jaw over her bottom lip. Don't be mean, She wanted to insist to her father, but seeing as she was too scared to go against any of his decisions, she just looked to the ground. Perhaps he was doing the better thing, finding out about why. Even though it was put out there a little roughly. Shoving her paws together, she let out a little gusty sigh.

  • [sub]I narrowed my eyes, questioning the fact that this leader, or supposed leader, is asking for shelter in our clan because of another group of her tribe or clanmates or however that went. Dad asked a good question, but I myself couldn't hold back my curiosity.


    "Why would you allow them to chase you out? It's your clan, and they need you." This was asked a little bluntly, but at this point I was like 'eh whatever let's see what happens'.

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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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    Shiftingallegiances walked over, wondering how the leader would respond. The questions that Jax and Hope asked were fair enough.









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    jessamine saddened as the windclan leader and another windclanner began asking questions in that harsh-sounding tone. "oh, I s-see." she responded to the other leader's statement. no longer allies? but they used to be really close! if only nico or alciel were here right now. "a gr-group of people who d-don't want me a-alive. and I d-don't really ha-have much members left... they all j-just disappeared..."
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Jax stared at her with his cold, narrowed honey optics. He was extremely reluctant to let her into WindClan; she had her own group to take care of and protect. It was an eat or be eaten world, and you needed to protect yourself instead of hiding behind someone else. "Fine. You can stay," he muttered after a few minutes. Might as well. Hopefully she didn't cause that group of people to attack WindClan, or he wont be too happy with her.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Anxiously glancing from Jax to Jessamine, she'd stay silent for a few moments before mustering up enough courage to speak. "Uhh - uh, welcome again, as I said earlier. I'm Camerapaw, but you can call me Cam. Do you... need anything?" Blinking, she shuffled her paws, letting out a small cough.

  • [justify]The she-cat arrived just after she had been accepted into the clan. "Hello there, Jessamine," she said warmly. "I'm Wingspan Hayate. Do you need anything, like a tour or something?'[/justify]


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    "Y-yes, a tour would be g-great! And it's, um, n-nice to meet you." Jessamine said meekly, shifting her paws awkwardly.


  • [justify]"Okay! We can go on the tour now, if you like?" Wingspan asked her, wanting to make sure that she wanted to go now and not later on, after she had gotten settled in a little. "It's up to you when we go. I don't mind when."[/justify]