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    Her limited vision was focused on the grand antique steamboat that was nestled close to the bank of the river. She quite liked old things and those that brought memories of Victorian eras were one of her favorites. What would make the scene all the more darling would be a quaint, scarlet schoolhouse with bell and everything. She might at the pretty thought and sighed at her romantic vision. Maybe she could suggest building one.




    The young one had large ambitions and had had that urge to do more than expected of her from her days as a filly. No wonder she was so well at racing. Speaking of which, her gear and tack jangled loudly for all to hear in the once still and birdsong-filled morning. She was a bit ticked off at that but would not remove her gear for the world as it meant so much to her. It made her calmer and put her in a focused mood so that her wild, energetic mind would not wander far off. With that smile held close on her long snout, the girl trotted gracefully over to the bridge and halted there before clearing her throat and gleefully trilling, "Hello, friends. My name is Penny For Your Thoughts but you can just call me Penny for short. I'm here to join, that is, if you'll have me."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]Well, this was certainly new. Emery had never seen a horse looking to join a clan before, but she we sure others have. The spotted fem nodded her head for an answer,"You can join, 'm Emery." she zoned out yet again.

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    "Gollygosh.", she voiced aloud, not taking the time to realize what she was saying. When she did recognize the words that tumbled from her mouth she was quick to pack them up again. "Excuse me, miss. That was rude of me. I've just never seen spottedy cats like you before up close." More like never seen a leopard ever. "But anywho, thank you! It's a pleasure meeting you, Miss Emery."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify]Odd, it was very odd to see a horse wondering on it's own like this. Her molten hues lifted up to peer at the creature that she would probably rival in size as she grew up. But for now she was joining. She was a member. The apprentice made her way closer and she came to stand beside Emery, just taking in the form of the stranger. The one named Penny for your thoughts. What a long and strange name. But at least there was the alternative of calling her Penny. "Welcome. M'name's Signalpaw. I hope you like Riverclan." The tigress spoke as she sat down and nodded her head toward the female before looking away.
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    [size=8]INJURIES & EVENTS ✩
    • Switched name


    INFORMATION ✩
    Chett | previously shadowclan assassin | ageless | agender (he/him pronouns) | demisexual | #KOEforever


    CURRENT CLIENTS ✩
    • none


    INTERACTION ✩
    physically easy | mentally hard | no kill/maim | pm for capture | attack in #99e6ff | will not torture/kill


    APPEARANCE ✩
    Pastel pink domestic feline | Black cross eyes + Pastel blue ear tips, frekles, socks, & back stripe reference


    OTHER ✩
    all opinions are ic only! | always open to plots and threads | gives nicknames to important folks
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]Penny For Your Thoughts. That, very quickly, became one of Astronauts favorite names his ears had yet to be graced with. Of course, to make it that more simple it was shortened to Penny which was indeed lucky for him because he thought that he might just stumble over the fillys name. Rounded ears pricked, the African wild dog walked over, his bushy tail flickering. "You have a lovely name, Penny." Astronaut commented truthfully, a smile curving upon his maw as he took a seat besides Signalpaw and studied the horse. The strange equipment that wrapped around the horses muzzle made the wild canine curious but he decided not to comment on it just yet. "I'm Astronaut. Pleased to meet you."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Seeing as Riverclan's member base had mainly consisted of domestic feline for quite the while, it wasn't often that Wastedtime saw a creature bigger than himself. He had previously been in a wolf body, so he had felt somewhat out of place being around the other felines. However recently, he had discovered that, he too, had the ability to shapeshift, and so he had adapted the body of a feline to fit in with the rest of the clan. Actually, to be honest it was an extremely lucky accident, but that didn't really matter. So naturally, seeing the horse turn up on their border made him feel a little wary.


    However, his anxiety soon disappeared as he was met with innocent expressions such as 'gollygosh' and 'spottedy cats', which was a clear indicator that this stranger did not want to harm him or the clan in any way at all. Heck, he had seen more intimidating butterflies. And, like Astronaught, Wastedtime qas quite fascinated by her name. While he was a sucker for traditional names, 'Penny for your thoughts' just sounded so poised and elegant. Or perhaps that was just him.


    "Welcome to Riverclan," he would call as he padded over to join the small group, his emerald gaze directed up towards the equine. "My name's Wastedtime, can I get you anything?"

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    A stripedy cat! There must be more like zigzaggedy cats and trinangly cats. That sure would be funny to see! She beamed at the thought and held back a snorty laugh. She turned back to the cat and noticed her big snout and curved ears. Not like normal cats, no not at all. She might be a racing cat because she knew of little horses called ponies who could not run as faster and were not meant for racing just like those normal cats. "Hello, Signalpaw. Thanks very much!"




    Her eyes fell to the ground when another person walked up. A normal cat! "Hiya!" Well, he was except for the cotton candy pink fur he had. She liked it. There were horses at the tracks who occasionally wore pink gear and who did not care for the color but she liked it for it motivated her on account of its brightness and liveliness. "Hi hi hi, Chett! You too. ~"




    Was that a doggy? He had the face and snout of one and was fluffy like one but his tail was bristly like a fox's and he had rounded ears like that racing cat. He was very darling looking though what with his nifty spots and he walked like a gentleman like those handsome ones she saw in the stand wearing their tuxedos and bow-ties. She liked him. "Thank you, sir!" A horse had once tried to explain to her what it meant but she had found too much interest in the forelock that bounced just above his eyes and had instructed he pin it back for she was worried it would tumble out during the race and then he'd be all the way at the back of the rail but his patience only grew short in the end and he had snorted and rudely turned away from her. It had hurt her seeing how angry he was at her but she now come to fathom that some people in this world would not be able to wait as long as she could and would not always be so friendly. "Hi, Astronaut. Where you one? 'Cause you're name and you are outta this world!" She giggled a little. She truly liked his name. "It's swell to meet you too, sir."




    When she would find out about shape-shifting she'd still want to stay in the same body she was in for she loved her long legs and loved to run so freely around. She did though admire the birdies, as she called them, and wondered how royal it would feel to spread long, beautiful wings and take to the skies then run races in the clouds. She could almost feel that glorious feeling of the wind rubbing its hand through her fur and brushing her short cropped mane and how fun it would be to see the spirals she could make in the puffy clouds and how much like candy they'd look when she was through cantering around. Her mouth watered just at the thought of sweet sarsaparilla and gum and now vanilla ice cream like the ones she had seen the kids eat while in the stands.




    Oh, another kitty! He had the same pelt as those barn cats she had seen at those stables once. Not as popping as the pink of Chett but still dear and sweet like the Victorian cat dolls and sculptures her master's sweetheart kept. They really were so cute. Just little kitties standing like humans with bonnets and dresses to overalls and straw hats. Maybe they were holding gardening tools or pies or candles to light their way. Hmm, how she missed seeing those.




    "Thanks!" How many times had she said thanks? A trillion, a zillion? It was so polite after all. "Hello, Mister Wastedtime. You sure haven't wasted my time! Mmm, not at the moment I don't think but thanks so much for offering."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Although it was not penny specifically that she had seen during her loner days, but Warblerwing remembered seeing some stable mares back when she was about one year old, sleeping in a barn and feeding off their mice. The horses she knew were not "tamed", however, and they could not speak cat. But Penny could speak, and Penny seemed kind.


    While she was staring upwards at the tall hoofed creature, she could not help but allow memories to briefly flash through her mind. Horses, tall grass, the smell of hay and manure... the joys of the farm. Some pleasant memories were rooted in the barn, and she seemed to have forgotten about them up until now. What a shame.


    The five-year-old Head Riverguard blinked, coming back out of her zoned out state. She figured now was a good time to make herself known, despite the group of RiverClanners steadily growing larger. "Good afternoon, I am Warblerwing."


    She really should not have been outside, lurking around-- for she had a cold, but she would power through... which could be a mistake.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]At her words, the African wild dog let a smile bloom upon his lightly scarred muzzle and he sat up to study the filly with his dark brown gaze, a gentle curiosity in them and laughing warmly at her joke. Not many people had made puns with his name but that was because he had lived with the wrong people his entire life (pack-wise, not family). Charcoal dipped ears were pricked and Astronaut nodded politely. "Do you know where you're going next? I can show you around, if you haven't already been offered." The African wild dog mused with a tilt of his head.