LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE – o, joining

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;] The young pup's heavy-lidded eyes glowed softly as she plodded through the grass, illuminating the path before her in place of the sun; it had set a while ago, though she couldn't remember exactly when it had been swallowed by the horizon. She moved sluggishly, and it was quite clear that she was exhausted. To be completely honest, the fact that she hadn't yet fallen surprised even herself.


    Her dark jaws parted as a yawn broke free, but Bangla was determined to push on. She didn't know where she was going, but all she wanted was somewhere she could feel safe and welcome – Skyclan had been a bust, for without Dragonfly and Segoe she had no one to call her family or even a friend. Nobody had really liked the idea of her being a child of the enemy.


    All at once a strong odor assaulted her senses, and she quickly recognized it as a border, for it carried the scent of many creatures. She couldn't place it, however, and while its prominence filled her with relief it also brought a bit of fear. Scratch that, a lot. What if this clan was enemies with her former home and mistook her to be a foe? What if she were captured, tortured? Bangla bit her lip as she furrowed her brow, sucking in a sharp breath.


    As much as she wanted to back away, she knew that if she did it could quite easily be a missed opportunity. And besides, she was just so tired. Appearing to be on the verge of tears, the freckled canine took a seat and waited tensely to discover what lied ahead.


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    Daisypaw hadn't seen a puppy in a long time. They were rather cute, despite her harboring a dark memory of one trying to remove her tail with it's teeth. This one appears to be exhausted, and Daisy can sympathize. She approaches with her usual dainty steps, soft features kind and inviting. Pale blue eyes settle on Bangla, and her jaws part gently. [color=lightblue]"Hello," she greets in a friendly manner. She's gotten over the worst of her social anxiety since joining StormClan, luckily, and it shows now. [color=lightblue]"What's your name? Are you alright?" Sadly, the female wasn't aware of the whole 'name and business' sort of thing they were supposed to ask. But she liked her way better anyway.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The stranger here seemed on the verge of tears, to say the least. He couldn't really comprehend what she happened to be crying about - such giving him more reason to approach and find out. "Yeah, you alright?" Winter would add, drawing to a halt by Daisylace, and allowing his cerulean orbs to settle upon the distraught individual.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]Despite the genial tone of the approaching feline, her sudden appearance instantly set Bangla on edge. As soon as she heard the voice she jumped to her paws, feeling the mocha-colored fur along her spine rise defensively. The dull green glow of her tired eyes intensified as well, and though she supposed trying to appear intimidating would have been wiser, she found herself cowering instead.


    It took a few moments for her to fully process Daisypaw's words, to recognize the note of concern and realize that this lady genuinely seemed worried about her. Though she stood a bit taller upon coming to said realization, the young female couldn't help but feel afraid still.


    "I'm Ban… Bangla," she murmured shakily, squinting up at Daisypaw despite the light her own luminous optics provided. Her stocky form stiffened when another stranger arrived, causing her to pause as she tried to organize her scattered thoughts. "Ti… I'm just, uh, tire – tired." And lost, and scared, and lonely. But she was hesitant to voice her grievances, though by the look on her youthful face it was clear that fatigue wasn't her only worry. "I… I don't have, uh, have…" Bangla trailed off, looking a bit frustrated by her own stuttering. "No home." she finished simply.


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    Daisypaw stiffens, but she's not sure what to do to attempt to calm the puppy down. It happens on it's own, to her immense relief, and her pale blue eyes eventually return to their calmed, friendly state. [color=lightblue]"I'm Daisypaw; it's nice to meet you," she replies in the same soft tone. It's clear to see the poor child was exhausted, and Daisy wished she could help immediately. However, the pup would have to walk a little bit more. [color=lightblue]"You can have a home here," she offers, and is quick to add, [color=lightblue]"You can rest at our camp.. this is StormClan. I can f-find you some food, and.. water, too."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]Daisypaw's gentle air certainly helped to comfort the anxious child, and she began to relax further as she listened to her speak, giving in to her enervation. Her shoulders slumped, her ears drooped, but Bangla perked up visibly at the apprentice's offer. "Yes, please," she replied, nodding eagerly yet… almost sluggishly. The mention of food only made her realize how hungry she was after walking so far, and even if she wasn't dying of thirst there was no way she was going to pass up a drink.


    She looked upward, startled, when Poe arrived, but she couldn't bring herself to react any more than that. Bangla simply nodded again, exhaling a breath of relief. "I'm not… not hurt." Thankfully; had she been injured, Bangla wasn't sure she would have managed to come this far.


    Another yawn forced itself from her maw, and with a huff she sat down to rub an eye with her forepaw. Upon hearing Poe's inquiry, the stocky pup tilted her head, staring into his eyes uncomprehendingly. "I… what? No, I… I don't think so." Frankly, she wasn't sure who these Blackheart Rogues were, nor did she know the meaning of "affiliation". Hopefully she'd answered correctly. "What's that?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Oliver should really stop sneaking far away from camp because every time he did, his father was always out and about. Just his luck. He overheard fragments of Bangla's strained sentences. No home? How did it feel to have no home? Thankfully StormClan seemed to have a good reputation for being nice. Maybe Bangla would stay for a while too after she was rested up!


    The other thing that grabbed his attention was how concerned his father was on the topic of the Blackheart Rouges. Oliver wasn't all too interested in interclan politics, so the brown tabby didn't think much of it. When he grew older, perhaps he would have a better understanding of it all.


    Brushing all of that aside, the youngster padded closer to the exhausted newcomer. "Hi Bangla. I'm Oliver." The feline said gently, a small purr following his greeting. "If you want, I can keep you company at the camp. I shouldn't really be out this far in the territory anyways."



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    She smiles in response. [color=lightblue]"F-follow me, back to.. camp." The fluffy girl turns, shooting both Poe and Oliver appreciative glances. Her tail waves, an indication the puppy should follow, before she pads carefully off in the direction of camp.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]At this point she didn't even start when Oliver showed up, partially because she was too tired to care, but also due to the kindness in his voice and everyone else's. Nobody here seemed mean or even the slightest bit suspicious of her, and the realization sent a wave of relief through the antlered puppy. "Nice to, uh, meet you," she murmured, offering Oliver a weak smile. She nodded at his offer, once again feeling grateful. "That would… that would be nice."


    Then she glanced back at Poe and pricked her ears upon noticing the visual solace at her denial. Before she could ask why he seemed so reassured, he mentioned… a war?! Bangla's emerald visionaries widened fretfully. "Is it… safe here?"


    Quietly she awaited a response before trudging after Daisypaw with a nod.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]Well, that was certainly a relief. Bangla nodded slowly, allowing herself a tiny smile as she replayed his words in her mind. She had nothing to worry about. Everyone was kind. She would be safe here. "That's good to hear," hummed the freckled canine, and surprisingly she didn't stammer. Granted, her voice was still soft and a bit shaky, but it was definitely something. A look of satisfaction crept onto her face at the thought. "You're, you're all really… really nice." And there it was again. But this time it didn't bother her as much. "I don't th–think… think people liked me in Sky… Skyclan."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]The light tap of his father's tail on his pelt surprised the kitten, but he immediately fell into line with the rest of the patrol. Oliver offered Bangla a little smile when she accepted his offer of keeping her company. He figured it was best to let the others talk to her as well, but Bangla's thoughts about her past SkyClan experience piqued his interest. He had only heard talk about these Blackheart Rouges, so this was intriguing to the kitten. "Why do you say that Bangla? You seem very nice, so SkyClan doesn't seem to have a good reason to not like you!" His youth allowed Oliver to have a very optimistic view on things, but life would prove otherwise for him later on.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]A frown crept onto her dark maw as she pondered Oliver's disbelieving question. For a moment she was silent, brows scrunched up in thought, and then she shrugged. "I don't… I d–don't know…" Bangla responded eventually, looking rather distressed. "When… when I told people my… my daddy's name… they st–st–stared acting fun… funny…" Her speech became worse and worse as the puppy began to cry.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]"Sorry," Bangla mumbled, staring up at him with a quivering lip. She had to stop walking for a moment as she wiped away her tears, though it hardly did much; they just kept coming. Her cheeks were warm at this point, streaked with darker, damp lines. "Sorry." she whispered again, her voice hoarse. Then she stumbled off to catch up, nodding at Poe's words. They actually did comfort the pup, for with her young age came naivety and a willingness to believe practically anything you were told. Perhaps such unworldliness was for the best in this situation. "Th–thank you..."


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