TAKE MY HAND | open + joining

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px transparent; border-right: 1px transparent;][justify] Crowding around her were different faces of ugly animals, each one of them looking murderously at her. She couldn’t move, her body refused to respond to her commands. It was as if she was paralysed, as if this had happened before. Her mind ticked at the possibility before a sharp metal object was slung towards her helpless and limp body.


    Her eyes opened as she felt the drumming of her heart against her chest. There, the snow pelted wolf lay on the dusty ground, birds screeching at the sight of a predator. where am i? she thought, looking around uncertainly as she rose to her paws. This body she was in felt unfamiliar, but she wasn’t a pup. A bit too big to be newborn.


    who am i? was the real question. She had no memory of her identity or what had happened. Was she hit with something by someone and just dropped in the middle of an unfamiliar place? Or… so far, the first possibility was the only possibility she could think of. “Um… anybody…?” she called out, keeping her voice calm.


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    Oprah's ears picked up the sound of someone asking for...someone. So she padded up to where the sound located, which, hey, took her to an agent- erm, a stranger on the border! "Name and business?" she inquired, cocking her head.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]welcome <3


    "What kind of question is that, if I may? 'Anybody'? What does that mean, what are you implying, what are you indicating? Anybody, as in 'is anybody there'? I like it when people speak proper, my dear friend. At least try." So much for memorable first impressions. Now he was going to look like a true rude person. But he wasn't. He wasn't rude. He wasn't good, obviously. All the shit he'd done. All the people he'd killed and worse. But he could never cast a curse unless the person earned it. "Ah. I'm Barron! Pleasure to meet you indeed. And as of right now-" The half faced feline casts a brief glance at Oprah. "-assume you are joining Darkclan? Am I right in assuming such things?"


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    Her ears pricked up at the sound of a voice, her heart drumming faster and faster against her chest. Despite the current circumstances, she felt somewhat relieved that somebody else had a similar looking body. Except hers was grey and perhaps older whereas she looked like someone had dumped her in a bucket of white paint. “I… have no idea what my name is or what I’m doing."


    The sound of another voice caught her attention, but she felt a bit calmer because, well, she was confronting a cat. Someone smaller than her, and that weirdly made her feel proud of this body she had just randomly obtained. Pushing away her thoughts, the wolf bit her lip as he bombarded her with questions. Friends? Who said we were friends? she thought, tempted to snap at him but thought better of it instead. Somehow, the word ‘joining’ made her jump. She didn’t know why, but it just did. But should she join? Maybe someone around the so-called clan knew what happened but was laying low. That made her itch with curiosity. “If you need some confused animal roaming in your territory, then I guess?” it was more of a question than an answer, but… well, what was said had been said. It looked like she was joining then.


    someone randomly name her atlantis pls lmao
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;]"You don't know your name? Hah... I've been there."


    The large, obsidian furred wolf would rumble as his cape of invisibility fell from his shoulders. His black winter scarf was wrapped firmly around his neck, hiding away one of his physical insecurities. But really, Kizami had forgotten his name at one point. It was because of some chick at the Exiles chucking a huge rock at his head and making him forget everything about DarkClan and himself. He thought his name had been Gilbert, and took on the role of DarkClan "faithful guardian." It didn't seem like he was doing his job now, however, with what was going on in the clan at this very moment. It ticked him off that he couldn't do much shit about it without getting shit back.


    "Classic. I think our friend here might have amnesia or something along those lines."


    His deep, reverberating voice went on and he had only paused to let the smoke from his cigarette draw from his lips as he reached the side of his clanmates, of course choosing to stand beside Oprah for many many reasons obvious to the both of his clanmates. "Do you want to stay with DarkClan while you figure things out up here?" He questioned, tilting his head just slightly to the side.


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    Lee padded over, having nothing to say at the moment and thus keeping her thoughts to herself for once. The white and ginger feline watched carefully, blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Hm, an amnesiac joiner eh? how unusual.

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    Okay, yep, Oprah was in daydream mode. She didn't even notice Kizami coming to stand beside her. Eventually she snapped out of it when an NPC nudged her. "Agent Atlantis. Sounds very fitting. I like it. It's not an O name, but it's close." She eyed the amnesiac newcomer curiously.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px transparent; border-right: 1px transparent;][justify] The wolf took a step of surprise as another wolf appeared out of nowhere before seeing what had made him invisible. She didn’t expect someone to wear a scarf around their neck, but seeing that scarf made her hesitate in thought. Where had she seen a scarf before? She just woke up, from whatever reason, and she already felt like something was tugging at her. Before she could think any further, his voice snapped her attention back to reality. She’d never heard of amnesia before, was it related to forgetting stuff? As far as she could see, that was what he was exactly referring to. “Yeah, sure,”’ she replied to his question, not bothering to dip her head in thanks.


    When another feline joined, she expected for them to say something or question her at the very least. Well, they said nothing at all but gaze observingly at her. It made fur prickle with uneasiness.


    Her eyes flickered over to the first comer that had greeted her. Her words confused her for a moment, but a whack hit her in the head like a hammer against a nail. “Atlantis…” she said slowly, testing out the name out. It sounded magical, mysterious, something… actually, she didn’t know. It sounded nice nevertheless. “I like it,” Atlantis approved with a nod, though she felt this name would one day lose its meaning.


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    "well then, it's a pleasure to meet you Atlantis" she said I her silky smooth voice, icy optics narrowed slightly. "I'm lipstickpaw, call me lip or lee,"

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    "I certainly want a confused animal wandering around my territory!" Barron spoke seriously, a smile remaining on his lips, leaning back slightly and shaking out his fur, ebony gaze studying the newly named Atlantis. Huh. Amnesiac. They were interesting people and fun to manipulate, very, very fun. He stretched his claws and began to slightly pace out of habit before standing still as the other spoke to his clanmates. "So, do have fun in Darkclan and try not to.. go wild on others, yes? Ta ta, dearie!" The half faced unknown chorused warmly before waltzing away with a slight spring in his step.


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    "Letty speaking", actions, Letty thinking
    "Rick speaking", actions, Rick thinking


    /Welcome!^^
    Prancing up by Kizami, the albino kitten looked up at the wolf, a cheerful smile painted on her face. Though it looked like she was her normal self, her smile would seem a little strained to those who knew her quite well. All the stuff that was happening in the clan was taking a toll on her. After all, she was just a kit. "Welcome miss... Atlantis!" Letty said, quickly picking up the name. "I'm Letty! Welcome to Darkclan miss."
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