THEY SAY IM EMOTIONAL || joining || WHAT I WANT TO SAVE I KILL

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    it was true she had already at her destination but leaving shadowclan had been a bit difficult, in fact, she had even written some letters for those she was leaving behind. of course she hadn't told them where she was going- they would be *ing pissed. or at least koko would. she would probably called a traitor, going to an enemy clan, but it just drew her in. the exiles. such a infamous title, which was precisely why she was here. her normal consisted of the 'slaughter of a whole forest too many of innocent creatures', or however it was put. it was kind of annoying, bringing up her childish fit of rage, but she was quite far from that forest now. the beach had been nice, despite the *ing sand in her fur all the time. back to her 'normal', which was much better than other words used to describe it, she was certain the exiles would be more.. accepting? no, just okay with it.


    "sup *es." the melanistic lioness muttered with a slight smirk upon her face and gazed steadily ahead of her with nonchalant light green orbs, eventually sitting down. she was keeping her guard up, she had gotten rid of the shadowclan scent- that familiar scent, which would be regarded as a stench to them. her curved claws clinked into the ground as she thought of what to say, as sitting there would get her no where. she also pondered whether to state her last names, unsure whether they would recognize the surnames of either of her asshole parents. well, * it. she would say it, when they came to her- but for now she would wait, daring optics scanning her surroundings. confidence was one thing she was feeling right now, among excitement and tension and a slight side of murderous intent that would come into play quite a bit later.


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    [sub]Well then. The young ocelot didn't like her language, tail lashing slightly as he approached. It was something the male would eventually get used to, probably. Being called rude names by lower members of the clan or creatures that weren't even of the clan. He smelt the faint scent of Shadowclan through his super senses, a small smile curving on his lips, quickly disappearing before he spoke. "Name and business." He would ask, watching the older female carefully.
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    she took in the sight of a ocelot before her, who seemed a bit irritated. she wouldn't be surprised if it was because of her language but she almost expected the exiles to be more used to such things. however, the pelt of the feline before her had quite interesting markings, whereas she had none, it almost made her feel a bit bare. "pixelle runihara exillium." she drawled, slowly getting to her feet as she spoke,"here to join." they had an auto accept policy, no doubt, she had already mused about it on her way here. and plenty of time she had to do that, she had been lost more than half of it. but she was here now, after countlessly asking strangers directions and them warily replying. i guess you just don't ask for directions to the exiles, everybody already knows where it is.. as she finally was standing, bell on the end of her tail jingling as she moved, she slightly grinned at the male in front of her, who in fact wasn't that much younger than her. or at least he looked only a few months younger. however that wasn't exactly what was on her mind, she was simply hoping she wouldn't regret leaving home and coming here.
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    [sub]"Accepted. Welcome, Pixelle, to the Exiles. I'm Privatekit." The young ocelot was a bit surprised that there weren't any others around, but not enough that it showed on his face. No, he was just mildly surprised. He was more interested in this ex-Shadowclanner, although it was a bit obvious from the fact that the scent was almost nonexistent that she had tried to hide it. Why would she do that? There were a lot of questions he had for the female lion, but he wasn't going to ask them.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][font=gulim]The bounded over, grinning. "Howdy. I'm Aya Cipher, welcome. You don't have crazy parents that are gonna appear on the border looking for you, right?" Aya hated it when that happened. Though if she were a Shadowclanner, she'd be damn pissed if her kid ran off to join the Exiles. It wasn't really a kid-friendly place, the fem thought, standing next to her young son who had been born and raised here. Aya made good life decisions.
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    "hah!" she couldn't help but let out a short guffaw, waving a nonchalant paw at the new arrival,"i don't think so. i would be *ing surprised if they did though." she honestly had fullblown confidence that roodad would not coming looking but maybe dad would. not like he could see * though. "what kind of * do you guys allow here?" best to know what she was getting into, even if she had already said she was joining. she needed a change of pace anyway.
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    [sub]"Pretty much anything is allowed other than the harm, or repeated harm, of members of the clan and the capture slash torture of anyone under the age of three moons." Private said, giving his mother a small nod before continuing to watch the newcomer. He was pretty sure that that was it, but his mother had been around longer. She could tell them whether or not that was all.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][font=gulim]"Anything your sadistic little heart desires." The fem added swiftly, chuckling lowly. "Torture of the most brutal variety, murder of anyone outside of the Exiles, interspecies relations (not that you'd need to worry about that yet); the only rule is no capture of kits under three moons, like Priv said. Go crazy." Aya seemed exhilarated by the reminder of how utterly wild the Exiles was. This was the real land of the free.
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