Seven Nation Army | Open, Joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px] On the run.


    That's what he was, now. Winterpaw had once been great, been a leader, been someone. But that was all gone now. He was alone in the world.


    Winterpaw had left the dying Clan silently, quickly, to avoid questions. Earlier in his life, he had figured out he had the ability to shapeshift into a dog. Not only a dog, but a male dog. Winter had lived his whole early life stuck in a small female feline body, but once he discovered his new form, he never went back. He was never supposed to be a girl; he was a male. Plus, the dog body was larger and stronger, and changing into it after leaving would hide his identity. He had decided his name would be Newt. Simple, original. No one would suspect him.


    The canine came to the border of a Clan he had heard of in his two moons of traveling alone. Purgatory. Purgatory, in the legends, was a land of constant fighting and monsters. Hopefully the Clan wasn't too different; he could use something to punch right now. So, Newt halted and sat at the border, eyes downcast, to await someone to greet him. Or attack him. Either one.


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    [size=3pt]★ trek

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    Purgatory didn't exactly reflect it's name.


    Purgatory was pretty peaceful, though that may be because it was only about three weeks old. Robin padded forward. " Name and business on our territory?" They asked, trying to be as respectful as possible.


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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px] Newt straightened a bit as he was met by someone, who seemed nice enough. They didn't attack him or anything, which he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad about. "Hi, I'm Wi- Newt. My name's Newt," The canine told the Pugatorian (?), "I would like to join."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"Mmm, welcome to the Clan buddy. I'm Mittens, a Warder here. A tour suit your fancy?" Oh look, and here came the monotonic voice of Mittens as she herself strolled up to the scene. A joiner? Those were always...nteresting. Not that interesting, but still interesting.[/fancypost]


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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px] Newt glanced over as a regular tabby strolled up, looking much like he once had. The canine nodded, ears pointing upwards. "I would like that, yeah," He replied softly, padding over to Mittens a little. A Warder? What exactly was that? What did they need warding from? Newt decided he would learn over time and kept quiet.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=10]"Somniatus." The male would introduce himself, holding a still posture. He could not see the other male, but would paint a picture after hearing his tone. "Welcome, Newt." Newt. A peculiar name, but ah well.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 300px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;]The little cub padded up, scurrying beneath Somniatus. Poking her black head out, she tilted her head inquisitively. In myths and legends, Purgatory was a land you would likely try to avoid. But, this Purgatory was..different. But one member out of them fit that description perfectly, and guess who it was? The very person little Nighty looked for when she needed comfort; Somniatus. A demon. A monster of nightmares, who, actually, had lurked in little Nighty's mind most of her life. Peculiar coincidence really.[/fancypost]


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    A long haired she-cat was also part of the patrol. She wasn't so quick to introduce herself as the others were. With a sweep of her feathery plume of a tail, she backed away to supervise the tour. "Mittens, please. Give him some space." Her smooth voice sounded. Bridgit was once a house pet, to say the least, but she never let it show. It had been learned once, that she didn't take to mocking lightly. Kneading the ground impatiently, she tilted her head. "Are we going to stand around all day, or..?"