THERE'S ALWAYS WHISKEY ON YOUR BREATH ! - Open, Joining.

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[color=black]Small, dark tipped paws swept the grass gently- a twitch of a whisker, a sharp inhale of caution.

He was undeniably intruding, and in search of Windclan.

With a slow release of steamy breath the petite feline would slink forwards, ears alert and eyes scanning apprehensively for the signs of life he had been pointed to. Nothing so far. Celeriac was, indeed, starting to think this was a bad idea. With a slight huff the feline swept his tail over the grass, tilting his tiny, elegant head to the side; had he been lied to? Perhaps. The thought was rather unsettling - and, quite frankly upsetting - to the small feline, and so he promptly sat down and bit his lip, frowning. Frowning quite became the lithe little feline, and it was something he did a great deal of nowadays- Celeriac was a slightly bitter little character. But who could blame him, with all that he was and all that he had been through.

The feline sighed and continued padding along the outskirts of windclan territory, nose quivering to pick up the scent of the members who resided here.

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[color=black]Celeriac had been lost in thought for a moment and was brought back to reality by a soft voice. He blinked at Lostpaw and cleared his throat about to speak- and then another cat appeared which, unfortunately startled him.

After a momentary mumbling and stammering of words, a shuffle of paws and a flush of embarrassment at his puffed up fur he nodded to the pair. "Um, I'm Celeriac, and I was wondering if perhaps this was Windclan's land?" He pricked his ears hopefully, trying to remain friendly and stay positive although every fiber of his body was screaming at him to run and never come back. He was, in fact, feeling rather anxious. "You see, I was advised by a friend to come here if I was fed up of being alone and well... here I am I guess?" The small male would shuffle his dainty paws and flick his unusually fluffy tail, eyes flickering to and fro from each face anxiously to see if they would be irritated by his request. As Shiftingalligances arrived he swallowed hard; He had never really seen a snow leopard, and kept his gaze on his paws to avoid staring at the massive feline.

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The small male would nod to the tall female, glad to have her acceptance. "Thank you very much, Shiftingallegiances." He murmured, curling his tail over his paws and offering a slight, nervous smile in exchange.

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Cel, rather than seeming offended by the kit only narrowed his pupils slightly in distaste towards her comment; well, he was trying to be nice. The slender male would rise to his paws and flick his tail to the left before lifting it above his back. "Thank you very much, Lostpaw. And thank you for the rather... odd welcome then, Whitekit." He inclined his head to both and gave a slight smile- well, he actually felt welcomed for once, despite the prickly little kit.

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