you were sorta punk rock ➣ open, joining!!

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    sure, tat was anti-social and preferred being alone. but that didn't mean she was forbidden to join some sort of group. the unique patterned feline felt lonely sometimes. she had no family or friends, no one to share secrets with or argue with about silly little nothings. she was a sad little creature, living the life of anorexia and depression and anxiety. she was in need of some sort of remedy to fill the aching pit that was her heart. and so she waited on the border, fur ruffling against the chilly october winds.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#476576;]Setekh strode forward on thin legs, head lowered slightly as he thought to himself, but he lifted it as soon as he caught the scent of someone new. Making his way toward the smell, the sha perked up as soon as he found a stranger on the border, trotting over with a small, slightly forced smile, long ears flicking curiously. "Excuse me. What is your name and business?" the marionette asked in his usual murmur, forked tail swaying from side to side as he spoke in a mobile post.

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    Tattoopaw... I'd uh.. Like to join? her voice became higher, turning her statement into more of a question. The anti-social teenager had little to know experience when it came to other creatures, so a small stutter had found its way into her speech. Her pale lime colored eyes flicked shyly to her feet.

    Azule sloped over, heavy chains placed on her hands. Not that she'd want to escape. She gazed over the boundary, confused on whether or whether not she'd actually want to go back to DarkClan. Athena, Athena was the one who made her stay, like she was irresistibly being dragged towards her, attracted like a magnet. She made everything else look brighter than usual. A raw burn was scorched over her face and her side, and she hadn't bothered to take care of them. Did she torture her? Didn't matter. "Hello." she greeted smoothly, looking not at all bothered by the padlocks on her arms and the fact that she was injured. "I'm not sure if you can join, you know." She raised her chains like they were jokes.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: inherit; width: 405px; padding: 0px; margin-left: -23px; border-radius: 50px 50px 0px 0px; min-height: 129px;]"Yeah, you can join. Name's Radioactivepaw but just call me Radio for short alright." The glowing child walked over with a bright smirk on his jaws. He beamed at the new comer before he sat down and curled his tail around his paws. [color=limegreen]"Have any questions? Need a tour or something?"    [/fancypost]
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    Hollyfrost Augustus Anabelle
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    IC: Holly limped over, rear leg as always tucked behind a tail to hide the bandages. "Welcome to Shadowclan. I'm Holly. See me for weapons and machines." Or assassinations. But the kitsune didn't say that out loud.


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    "Speaking" || Thinking/Dreaming || Normal
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    Hollyfrost's Heart Chart and Opinions
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#476576;]Setekh gave a sideways glance to Azule, nose wrinkling slightly as he noted the chains locked on her wrists. God, he hated war. No one should be kept prisoner and tortured like this, no matter what their status was. "I am sorry." he sighed softly to the strange jackal-dragon hybrid, shaking his head in almost annoyance and disgust towards his own clan's behavior, though knowing this was completely normal, and then looking back to Tattoopaw to attempt to give her a tired, grimace-like smile once again. "Alright, then, Tattoopaw; welcome to Shadowclan, like they said. I hope you enjoy living here."


    // ninja'd

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    No questions, but a tour would be uhm, nice. she struggled for a proper word in her sentence, but quickly found one after a second of thinking. Turning to the kitsune, she nodded calmly. She had been Ina clan a long while back, around nine moons ago. It was so odd to rediscover the life she once had. She heard the sweetheart's gentle words and offered a weak smile towards him. Thank you.

    "Mm? It's... fine." Azule answered, her words disjointed some. She blinked. Wow, ShadowClanners weren't as godawful as they seemed, eh? Maybe Athena wasn't as bad after all. She gazed at Tattoopaw, for longer than she would have liked. "I hope you like it." her parting words were, before she sidled away into the ShadowClan territory, chains ringing against her cuffs. They were rather heavy, she noticed.