PA PA POWER - joining

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And not even in like, the "oh woops I took a wrong turn" kind of lost. Like a full on "what the fuck is this, what kind of foreign land have I been transported into" kind of lost.

^ that is the aCTUAL WORST TBH

// Like Jonathan, the rhythmic chiming of the small bell adorned around his neck was what had initially caught Sam's interest. The orchard was not a place she cared to visit often, especially given the fact that her only interaction with the organized rows of fruit trees was the death of Eskimokisses. Even though the marbled female had returned unharmed a while later (albeit with amnesia, but it faded soon enough), the memories lingered within the lioness' mind whenever she passed the field of barren, naked trees. The sound was something that intrigued Sam, but not enough to draw her within the orchard: a brief glimpse of an unfamiliar feline was enough to push her over the edge, however. The lioness was careful as she trekked through the blanket of snow draped atop the land that acted as a spacer between rows of fruit trees. The fact Jonathan had already beat her to the punch was something she wasn't upset about: she was more than alright with not having to sit alone in the orchard with a stranger, even if being around those she was unfamiliar with was hardly a problem, typically speaking. "Are you a housecat?" Sam questioned as she closed the distance between her and Aaron, soft hazel eyes flicking over the kempt form of the domestic feline. Her question was likely a little blunt, but it was hard to ignore the incessant tinkling from the collar fastened around his throat.

When Aaron spoke, the lioness shifted her weight back slightly, a half-sympathetic half-amused smile gracing her features. "You're on WindClan territory, by the way." Part of her doubted Aaron knew where the Hell he actually was, and even if he did it would hurt too much to point out the obvious. "We could help you find where you're from, if you'd like. You can stay in WindClan for a night or two."

[hr][align=center]SAMANTHA * [abbr=medium physical difficulty, difficult mental difficulty - will almost always use defensive moves - no powers]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * OTHER INFO * BIOGRAPHY
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"I can help you around if you'd like," Essie offered, sitting and curling her thick tail around her paws before giving him a reassuring smile.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:425px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Paws moving silently, the Alaskan Husky elected to stay quiet as he approached, his pierced tongue flicking out as he panted, as he had trotted most of the way here, having it turn into sprint. What? He was a curious person. He took a seat near the few gathered, mindful to try and control his erratic breathing. He felt his throat tighten once more as chocolate luminaries flickered everywhere and over the newcomer. "H-Hi. . .W-Welcome. . . t-t. . ." he murmured, voice fading.

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Snow leopard|| WindClan|| Extreme|| Attack in snow || bodies: snow leopard, crocodile, harpy eagle, dragon|| powers: the sight, absorb spirits, shapeshifting ART IS DONE BY CHIP SHOP! ALL CREDIT GOES TO HIM
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"Welcome to WindClan, I am Shiftingstar," Shift said as she walked over. It was not that often that they got house cats, though that was not to say it didn't happen, it was just rarer than that from other Clans and other backgrounds.//very rushed + bad writing!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]"We have a small village," she interjected quickly, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "Most members make the decision to live in a cottage there, though it isn't required." The savannah ruffled her fur briefly as a warm breeze brushed past. "I could start with a tour?"

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