I would react badly to the slightest hint {open} of hesitance

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    information ★[abbr=address with name in #f280f5, lucidreverie x charcoal, no mate/crush, no offspring] interaction[/abbr] ★ [abbr=telepathy, ability to glow (eyes glow a bright light pick color when made angry or when experiences an intense emotion. then goes 'berserk' and into a fit of uncontrollable rage or intensely tries to accomplish a goal/motive)]powers[/abbr]★ other ★ #fusionbtch


    [fancypost bgcolor=#a982ce; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#a982ce, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][color=#d3dbb6][font=arial]Fusion had been around a short time and he'd made his decision to peruse the life as an officer in DarkClan. He wasn't sure where to go to begin his instruction. He worked out by himself plenty. He knew the importance of fitness and having a strong body. What he needed was to learn the qualifications of an officer, but he was prideful and he felt belittled to cry out and ask for the aid.


    The dark striped male paced at the front of the training course set up outside the base. The land and fields around him were bare and desolate. The obstacles on the course before him were mostly wooden and worn down. He paced and grew annoyed. His brow was furrowed and his head was held down so his eyes could watch the wasteland crunch beneath his paws. How was he to learn what this institution wanted him to know by himself? How dare they make him ask them so humbly for help. The young tom thought as he started a downward spiral into agitation.


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    [justify][sub]It wasn't hard to forget the apprentice's temperament, not to mention that she'd met him only, what? - half a day ago? As such she felt compelled to land beside the male as she spotted him below, and in a spiral descended to alight beside the feline. He looked frustrated, his pacing quite a large give away, but she couldn't quite understand why. The dragoness was quite a straightforward female in her manner of communication, and so wasn't the type to comprehend a prideful demeanour. Not to say that she couldn't understand that some individuals were that way, but merely didn't feel it herself. "Anything I can help with?" Nivata therefore tipped her head in greeting and asked, peering at the tom with a friendly smile.[/fancypost]

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    [justify]It had taken moons upon moons, almost years for the canine to become as muscular as it was. His work and exercise regimens had really shaped his tone and mass; he was huge and enrobed in glossy flesh, his fur tightly wrapped around it. Alas, it appeared that the tom was quite agitated. Brows furrowed, the canine would glance at the little training course he created. It was pretty well done, and was a good idea too; it could help with agility, speed, and perhaps some strength. He did a nice job there, no doubt. "Yes, do you require any help?" He asked. There was no shame in reaching out — in fact, he'd frown upon the idea of just sitting there and not asking anybody for assistance. That didn't help you become a stronger soldier.
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    [size=30pt] ✂ Scissors Sora
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    Scissors watched the three soldiers that gathered around the decrepit training ground. It had all started with the youngest one, a trainee like himself he could only suppose. The dragon, Nivata, had joined him and the little plush toy's stitching along his jaw lifted at her appearance. The dragon was, in fact, really cool. A muscular canine joined them, too.


    The doll watched with his big, enthralling eyes for a moment as he breathed a fleeting sigh. He couldn't hear a word of their conversation from his location. The blue tiger was laid out and half-concealed by a frail and decaying log only a brief distance from the course and the other Darkclanners. He was equally as confused on how to become and improve himself as an officer or medic and he had been thus far left to train lonesomely.


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    Divinecalamity had seen the small gathering and intended to go over to see what was going on, but as she made her way there, she nearly tripped over Scissors Sora, letting out an undignified bark as she jerked away from her normal (albeit slightly awkward, seeing as she still was getting used to being a dog) walk to avoid stepping on him or tripping. As she landed in a heap, she shifted back into her feline form. D*mn. Still trying to figure that out. Oh well, at least she was more comfortable in this body. "What are you doing?" she asked, though not unkindly.


    ooc; omg I love that song
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    hover ✯ crow ✯ gamekit ✯ [abbr=moody mess of darkclan; 2 years; no maim/kill; ask for capture; hard; open for plots; shapeshifting, but doesn't know it yet]divinecalamity[/abbr]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:385px; height:200px; padding:0px; padding-right:17px; overflow:auto;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:385px; min-height:200px; padding:0px; color:#0B615E][justify][sub]Ophelia had skipped up, curious at the slight gathering and at the course. It looked pretty fun, but not accomodating for hooves. Sometimes Ophelia wished that she had claws instead, like everyone else seemed to. She'd trade her little fangs for them gladly. She was just nodding in greeting when she heard a kerfuffle. Turning her head, she tried to locate the source of the sounds. [b]"Oh, hiya, Sora!"     She said, not knowing the name of the dog-cat. She looked between the group in front of her and the two individuals, and then to the training course. She didn't really know what was going on, but it seemed fun. Ophelia was a medic through and through. She'd never learnt to fight. She was a fast runner, so she could probably get out of trouble well enough, and being a good swimmer that opened up more pathways for escape. She liked healing, too, it suited her sweet temperament. "What's going on?"
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    That was one of the newcomers was it not? He seemed a bit...annoyed to put it lightly. Faker padded up, drawn by the others that were gathering and dressed the crowd as a whole with a dip of his head. Fusionpaw was his name was it not? Fusionpaw, the one that seemed to believe Darkclan was the military, but from what he had seen Darkclan's military days were long over. From what he could see, Darkclan wasn't a superpower anymore, they were just another clan struggling to survive. We should have joined Bloodclan damn it Faker, if we had joined Bloodclan I'd be recognized as a God by now. No you wouldn't because I'd still be in control. Then you'd be recognized as a God. The Unkillable Demon King. Darkclan's leader can make Darkclan into what he wishes, I find it satisfactory for one. Nobody asked your opinion pacifist! Faker, it's been too long since I've fought. Lift snapped at Imp, Lift never snapped at Imp. Will you all shut up? God, he hated Lift at times. Not even at times, pretty much always. Now was not the time to fight with him, he needed to pay attention to the real world before the others thought he was some sort of freak for just standing there quietly.
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    information ★[abbr=address with name in #f280f5, lucidreverie x charcoal, no mate/crush, no offspring] interaction[/abbr] ★ [abbr=telepathy, ability to glow (eyes glow a bright light pick color when made angry or when experiences an intense emotion. then goes 'berserk' and into a fit of uncontrollable rage or intensely tries to accomplish a goal/motive)]powers[/abbr]★ other ★ #fusionbtch


    [fancypost bgcolor=#a982ce; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#a982ce, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][color=#d3dbb6][font=arial]Fusionpaw craned his neck to watch the descent of the dragon. He remembered her from when he’d joined. He also watched the muscular wolf approach and he caught Fusion’s eye despite never meeting him previously. His countenance was sour yet he told them, since they’d asked, his problem. ”Maybe. I will become an officer, but I do not yet know the requirements. It’s aggravating.” He did not add his last statement on to his speech as an excuse for his behavior but rather as a truthful statement of his opinion. He wanted to advance badly but without the knowledge of how…how was he supposed to go about that? The tabby glanced at Faker and then noticed the figures a distance away. It appeared they were talking..or something. He quickly deemed them irrelevant though and glanced away.


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    [size=30pt] ✂ Scissors Sora
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    For the first time as he watched the group by the training course his eyes wandered. They inspected the rugged instruments used for jumping, climbing, and weaving and then moved to the barren ground. Why did it have to fill him with such nastiness and despondency? How did someone get accustomed to the lack of life? The ground itself was nothing.


    I was lively.


    I was something.


    I am everything.


    * the lifeless desert then. He'd manage himself and he'd be lively enough here to make up for it. Of course, he set his eyes on the group again. No one here seemed bothered by this in the same way that he was. Perhaps he was wrong in his mind that he could make it in Darkclan? He wasn't given time to dwell on the subject.


    "What are you doing?"


    Sora's own thoughts had almost completely left the unbecoming noise of the dog--now a cat--that had escaped Divinecalamity as she tumbled and fell go unregistered. He bit back quick remark. What are you doing? He wanted to ask her the same thing. Could she not tell he wanted to be ignored. That ill-judged klutz, why, he would...


    And he let no expression of fury, distaste, or even weary lonesomeness show on his doll-like face. The little tiger finally moved and he shifted as he sat up and peered at the heap of fur that was Divine. He beamed at her and watched her lovingly.


    "Hiya! I was tired so decided I'd take a nap right here, but then I couldn't sleep. Here, let me help you," he said as he shuffled next to the fallen cat and sat back on his haunches, then he promptly grabbed the feline under the 'arms' and held her up, stitched mouth perked upwards. "There! All better!" he said as he kindly forced Divinecalamity into a cuddly bear hug against his plushie chest. He had shut his eyes with delight when his hyperactive hearing caught another approach. This one less clumsy and awkward than the first.


    It was Ophelia from before. He released Divine slowly and set her down, his fake doll ears wiggling in curiosity. [color=Lightskyblue]"Hi--hi!" the large stuffed toy said and he held his arms out to his sides slightly, palms open to the sky and to show his squishy paw pads in a clueless, unconcerned shrug,"[color=Lightskyblue]I don't really know what's happening here. It might all make more sense if we were to get closer to those people over there." With that said, Scissors Sora pointed with a paw to the larger group near the center of the action within the training grounds.



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    "Oh," Divinecalamity said, not really expecting such a warm response. "Thanks," she offered, and, then a little more tentatively, "And thanks for helping me turn back into a cat . . . ? I think. That sort of happens on its own."
    Giving a nod towards Ophelia in greeting, she followed Scissors Sora's paw, mind again on the original group she had meant to approach. Assuming the other two would make their way over eventually, Divine figured it wouldn't be too rude to walk over to the other group. Coming up next to Nivata, she inquired: "What's going on?"


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    hover ✯ crow ✯ gamekit ✯ divinecalamity

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    [justify][sub]That was an interesting way of looking at it, she had to admit. "There aren't any particular requirements to being an officer. It's more of a way of life and specific method of helping the clan, rather than something to reach. I supposed all you can do is train, participate in raids and other sessions. You officially become an officer at... 12 months, I believe? It doesn't look like you have long left then, but you could also get a mentor to teach you if you'd like more precise training," she paused, glancing down at Divine with a smile, and then momentarily across at the duo sitting some distance away. "I'm not quite sure, actually," she finally chuckled in answer, turning back to the female.[/fancypost]