I Remember the Days, New Beginnings on An Open Page ~Joining~

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    My past can' t hold me back anymore. It has become my shield, has helped me find my strength. Now, it is time for me to start fresh. No one here has traveled as far as I. They know nothing of me. They will welcome me, if all goes well. They never need to know where I have been, what I have done. That was a different cat. I may have the same long golden fur, the same hypnotizing green eyes, but inside nothing is the same. I even plan on taking a new name, though I have not decided on one yet. So here I am, waiting patiently on the border for a Windclanner to come.

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]/this is fairly rushed as i need to shower for work, i apologize: but welcome to windclan, nonetheless!! + super late ninja bc i had this open for a while rip


    Hiding knowledge, let alone personal knowledge, was not a concept that was lost on Samantha. She felt that she experience in the matter, even though she had essentially cut herself open for WindClannerS: yet none of them believed her. Perhaps that was where her identity insecurity came from: her sense of self fragile and constantly prodded at by those around her. This didn't mean Samantha cracked under their pressure, oh no: she pushed against it defiantly, defending time and time again who she was. Suffering was a part of life, and Samantha was just going to have to push through this. Ignore it. Besides, who had time for tears? The lioness was pulled out of her thoughts as she stumbled across an unfamiliar female sitting at the edge of WindClan's border patiently, causing her eyebrows to raise in questioning scrutiny. Encountering newcomers still wasn't something Samantha was particularly accustomed to. "Uh... hey." Samantha greeted in an awkward, yet guarded, manner as she slowed to a stop, muscles tense as she carefully observed Goldenglory. The possibility of her joining hadn't even crossed her mind. "Do you need something?" Samantha inquired crassly, slowly easing down into a seated position.


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    Goldenglory looked both Windclanners up and down, analyzing them, and stood up, forcing a calm demeanor. "Hello." She gave each of them a respectful nod. "I am not from around here but I have come a long way in more ways than one and I was hoping for a place to stay, possibly permanently." At least, as long as she didn't mess anything up here, didn't let her guard down. But that was a past life. If she wanted to keep living she had to ne different, had to sweep away everything else. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes had darkened and she began gazing at nothing in particular, lost in thought.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Late he was, but not late enough to miss out on hearing the words being exchanged. The horned canine approached at a rather slowed pace, the reason unknown nor visible. Halting beside Sam and Praguecub, the guardian looked over the domestic, a rare sight nowadays. Many went for the large cat bodies or dogs of some sort (including him), so seeing a small cat was a small treat. "Welcome to WindClan," he echoed, "I'm Percival Fantasia. It's a pleasure." Even if she was only staying temporarily or not, he would treat her like any other joiner.


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    The feline snapped back to attention. "Thank you for letting me stay." She realized they must hear those words a lot, that they may have lost their meaning at this point. "Really, it means a lot," she added in the most genuine tone she could muster. She turned to Praguekit. "And the name, the name's Glory. Goldenglory." Her eyes geared up a little at the new name, at all the memories she was leaving behind with her old name. She blinked, shaking her head a little to clear her mind, faking happiness the way she was used to.

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    "No, I can find my way on my own." Goldenglory spoke kindly, and had no intention of being rude. She was just fiercely independent.