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  • The small pink hued fawn stood at the border, her baby blue eyes wide as she gently called out in her soft, sing song voice. "Hello?" she said, "Is anyone there?" she was only two months old, and with her odd colored pelt and baby blue eyes, she definitely stood out. She scuffed one hoof against the ground as she shifted her weight, clearly unsure about making the decision to join.

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    Win had started to avoid these people as of late, the ones who sat patiently at the border and asked for something. Because he didn't want to scare them, mostly. He wasn't the sweetest person around, and he didn't smile or make jokes or really do... Anything. It was simply not in his personality to speak to strangers. Yet this was a young, vulnerable-looking child, and colored an odd pink nonetheless, and as such, the massive canine found himself drawn towards the scene with a look of faint concern upon his features. "I am. Are you alright? Did you need something?"
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  • "I'd like to join," she said, ears twitching as she peered at the canine. She didn't judge people by their appearances, and since she did not know his personality yet, only curiosity shone in those pretty blue eyes of hers. "my name's bubble wrap by the way, but I go by bubbles,"

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; width: 450px;]Duskmire approached and cast Win a quick sideglance, apparently an appropriate greeting in Dusk's book. Looking back to the joining member, Dusk dipped his head in welcome. "Welcome, then. Do you need anything? Food, water...? Where did you come here from anyway, if I might ask?" the cream tabby inquired, halting his speech after he realized he'd just asked like a million questions. He hadn't meant to do so, it was just... curiosity, he supposed. It was so strange to him that everyone that joined came from somewhere else, sometimes far away, and it was always interesting to ask newcomers where they hailed from, if they were comfortable sharing.


    [spoiler=mobile tags]GENERAL INFO
    Duskmire Ares | 10 months
    Male | Homosexual Homoromantic
    Raintail x Hawktalon | domestic feline
    Born June 18 2015 | Gemini
    WindClan | Guardian


    BODY INFO
    Current form: Cream tabby with medium white. Half of face is covered in a large scar, one eye is missing. [ref]
    Other forms: None


    POWERS
    Vampirism, Ability to take away pain, Elemental powers (fire), Elemental Pelt, Molecule Manipulation


    BRIEF PERSONALITY
    Quiet and thoughtful, a dreamer at heart. Made cold and tired by circumstance, easily upset. Very determined to prove himself; hard worker. Prone to bitterness and jealously, low self esteem.


    STATS [color=white]★
    [color=white]Physical attack: 38/100
    [color=white]Physical defense: 32/100
    [color=white]Magical attack: 46/100
    [color=white]Magical defense: 20/100
    [color=white]Speed: 35/100


    MISC + LINKS [color=white]★
    n/a as of now

  • "I'm fine on food and water... and I came from the loner lands. I got lonely by myself, so I decided to join," Bubbles explained, flashing a small and shy little smile in their direction. Oh, it was so great to have people around her. Her mother had vanished when she was smaller, so she had very few memories of being able to talk to other people.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; width: 450px;]Dusk smiled slightly; that was good to hear. Sometimes the folks that joined the group had travelled for days or weeks and were starving or worse. "We're glad to have you, Bubbles." the guardian replied, nodding sympathetically to her words about loneliness. He didn't blame her - that was part of the reason he had come home to WindClan after living in BloodClan a few weeks. He'd had no friends there and missed his home, his friends, and Felix. "Want us to walk you to camp? We can show you around, if you want." the cream tabby offered, tilting his head slightly.


    [spoiler=mobile tags]GENERAL INFO
    Duskmire Ares | 10 months
    Male | Homosexual Homoromantic
    Raintail x Hawktalon | domestic feline
    Born June 18 2015 | Gemini
    WindClan | Guardian


    BODY INFO
    Current form: Cream tabby with medium white. Half of face is covered in a large scar, one eye is missing. [ref]
    Other forms: None


    POWERS
    Vampirism, Ability to take away pain, Elemental powers (fire), Elemental Pelt, Molecule Manipulation


    BRIEF PERSONALITY
    Quiet and thoughtful, a dreamer at heart. Made cold and tired by circumstance, easily upset. Very determined to prove himself; hard worker. Prone to bitterness and jealously, low self esteem.


    STATS [color=white]★
    [color=white]Physical attack: 38/100
    [color=white]Physical defense: 32/100
    [color=white]Magical attack: 46/100
    [color=white]Magical defense: 20/100
    [color=white]Speed: 35/100


    MISC + LINKS [color=white]★
    n/a as of now

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 25pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 155PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Praguekit[/fancypost][b] male tiger - windclan - general tags - powers tags - other[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Such a simple reason for seeking out a clan membership - a commitment Praguekit took very seriously - but the young tiger cub did not remark on this aloud. Trotting over on short legs, he came to stand beside his clanmate, Duskmire, looking Bubblewrap over curiously. "W-welcome to WindClan, Bubbles," he spoke slowly, enunciating best he could. "I'm Praguekit." He was making more of an effort than usual, partly because Praguekit could sympathise with her situation - he himself hadn't been in good shape when he had first came to WindClan.


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    Well, that had been a lot of talking in a short amount of time. Glad for Dusk taking over, the canine had sort of faded into the background, as best as a lion-sized dog could, and had simply listened. He could understand feeling lonely on your own, but for him, it had been a recent development, a sort of childlike clinginess that he tried to show in more mature ways. This place, in general, was filled with people looking for something. And even if they weren't, they would find it. "Welcome to WindClan. I'm Wintersoldier, if you need anything, you can ask."
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  • "that would be very nice, thank you," she replied to Dusk's offer, flashing a shy smile in Praguekit's direction, and nodding slightly at wintersoldiers introduction. Everyone here seemed so nice already, so she had a feeling she'd get along well here.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;]"Before you go- I'm Redbird, welcome to WindClan." the young caracal jogged over, his lips curving into a smile, and he settled into place beside Praguekit and Wintersoldier, studying the young fawn and trying not to stare. She was a deer - people ate deer, sometimes, on the basis that they were insentient, but here stood one of them, talking and smiling and joining the team. She was a demure thing, hesitant but warm, and oh, so very real - it rattled him to the bone, unhealthily so, and he swallowed, shaking it back to the depths of his mind.


  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px #000000; color: #95c3d0; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%]victorykit !
    [size=7pt][font=verdana]WELL SHE WANTS TO BE THE QUEEN, THEN SHE THINKS ABOUT HER SCENE
    PULLS HER HAIR BACK AS SHE SCREAMS, I DON'T REALLY WANNA BE THE QUEEN.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"Welcome," the marbled tabby greeted, offering her best and warmest smile. Vic wasn't overly familiar with deer, but she did know that they didn't usually come in pink. Hey, that just made her unique. Hopefully she would become a good and active member of WindClan.


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