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[size=2]it rains in hell & angels can be bad[/size]
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a burgundy shape moved rather carelessly to the border of the territory, no doubt sure of themselves. the feline had touches of mahogany and a rusty orange that were mainly highlights only detectable if they were being hit by direct sunlight. otherwise, the cat was quite average looking, though burgundy wasn't really a common coat color- not that he would even care, he was too busy focusing on finding the border.
now, despite being fixed on finding the border, ikuto was utterly relaxed. mainly because he was sure shadowclan wasn't too hostile of a clan compared to others, despite it being an anticlan. why was he so sure? no idea, he's never been here, so other than his own opinion, he literally had no reason to be so lax.
ikki twitched his ears once the scent of shadowclan piss became stronger and once he hit the strongest point, he simply stopped. after waiting for a few moments, glancing around to find absolutely no one between the trees or in the underbrush. snorting in annoyance, he strode forth past the border, parting his jaws for the first time,"how long are you going to make me wait?" when he heard no response he kicked aside a stick with his forepaw, already irritated.
"whatever, i'll find you myself." he grumbled as he trudged forth, irregular blue optics searching for any signs of life besides his obviously alive surroundings. trees. and bushes. and grass. "anyone?" he swung his head to the right as he continued to walk,"here?" dropping his head, he sourly glared at a flower before him,"nope."
he most likely would have found someone, if he did not just go into an almost complete circle- and then proceed to head along the border until he took a turn and was now at the halfway point to their camp. to him, it all looked the same. his lack of directional sense was not aware to him, so for now he was just standing in the middle of their territory, glaring at a measly little flower that had the sucky luck to be in front of the king of 'no patience'. he didn't notice the decay on the flower either, probably something he should've considered before coming to a clan that recently had an airborne illness.
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[size=8]general
cisgender male [he/him pronouns] -- 12 moons -- npc x npc -- shadowclan -- short-furred domestic cat -- coat is a burgundy with touches of mahogany and a rust color -- dark blue eyes that fade to an almost clear light blue -- single -- heterosexual/romantic
powers
intense air elemental powers & superspeed
combat
physically medium -- mentally hard [powers wise] -- attack in #FF9701 -- no kill/maim -- pm for capture[/size]