KISS IT ALL BETTER --- open, joining

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring was still visiting in ThunderClan. The pro-clan wasn't so bad but he often found himself bored with nothing to do. Appearing after Zjarr now, the WindClan advisor came to stand beside the ThunderClan assistant deputy, his pale amber eyes fixed on Ling. Was this another joiner for ThunderClan or another visitor like him? He didn't quite recognise the scent clinging to the young tiger cub's fur, a mix of clans he had never encountered along the WindClan borders. A second passed and he managed to pick out the scent of the Blackheart Rogues but the second scent remained foreign to him. "H-hey."


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    "D-Darlingcub Grimes-Marduk... here to join." her voice trembled slightly, and the cold pink flames that adorned her twin tails and all four of her paws flickered slowly. As her tails flicked, it was notable that the two appendages seemed to mirror each others movements. Her baby blue optics landed on Praguespring as he approached, and she found herself wary of the larger tiger. She was always wary of those larger than her, since she was a timid and fragile little thing.


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    [justify][size=8]☆ Novapaw trotted over, offering the cub a small smile as she sat down. "Welcome to ThunderClan, Darlingcub. My name's Novapaw, it's a pleasure to meet you." The guard purred. Heck, she was getting soft. Maybe she was being too nice lately. Nah, she needed to set a good example for the kiddos she'd taken in.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Joining huh? "W-welcome to ThunderClan a-and good luck then," offered Praguespring with no irony. His pale amber eyes briefly flickered over to Novapaw as she approached before returning to Ling. "I'm Praguespring," the young Siberian tiger introduced himself politely. They were both tigers but they had little in common based on physical features - his fur was orange, hers was white, she had two tails and he had one, and she seemed to wear an elemental pelt while he did not. "I'm a-actually a member of WindClan, b-but I'm here i-in ThunderClan on a visitor," the WindClan advisor of clan relations added as an explanation, uncertain if Ling had noticed that he carried a scent distinct from the other two ThunderClanners.


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    Ling blinked slowly, before flashing a small, hesitant smile in novapaw and praguespring's directions. "It's nice to meet you both," she said, remaining polite despite the fact she was inwardly terrified at the moment. But her pale eyes gave away her fear, and her body was tensed up as she was ready to run at any moment.


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    The tabby flashed the female a winning smile, trotting over and introducing himself. "Hello, there. I'm Westernmelody, nice to meet you!" She looked to be somewhere around his age, maybe far younger, maybe older. Mel couldn’t really tell. "I'm basically a newcomer and a nobody here, so don't ask me for directions or anything!" He chuckled, flicking his tail at her in an attempt to lighten the mood.



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    [color=white]There's no need to be afraid here, I'm Sebastian Leonidas if you were wondering, the medic here the doberman would announce as he padded over, a smell of Blizzardclan lingering on his coat for reasons. Oh he still had to talk to Deut about that, but he would wait until later for that, seeing as there was a bit of catching up for him to do currently.

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    self-consciously touching the wounds on her jaw with her now declawed left forepaw, her ears folded back at Sebastian's words. No need to be afraid? There was always a need to be afraid. She'd been tortured and hurt and abused so many times now that even if she wanted to, she probably couldn't be anything but afraid. a small domestic feline had even managed to beat her half to death, and yet this guy was telling her not to be afraid? She wanted to yell a him for saying something so ridiculous, but she was to scared to. She just watched them warily, and nearly jumped out of her fur at tony's excited bark. Her flames flared up, as some sort of warning, not that they really did any good, and she backed away a few steps.


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    "It's alright Darlingcub... You're in Thunderclan now, and w-we protect each other. Even wh-when scary things happen." Kris mewed as she padded over, noticing the femme's terrified appearance. She'd been in the same place when he was a kid, only she'd never really had much a reason to feel that way. She just had. She was a bit less fearful now, and a bit braver, perhaps because she lived in a group and her dad was probably the toughest, strongest person she knew, but either way, she didn't feel scared all the time anymore, and she hoped this kid could get there, too. "My name's Kristallpaw, by the w-way, but most people call me Kris." She added with a small, timid smile.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"Hiya's! My names...Names Feli! Wewcum ta ThundurCwan!" For a moment, he forgot what he was going to say, but remembering that he got to focus, he was able to do it. It was like a hufe achievement for the young littke kitten! And then, there was this black and white apprentice... The kitten doesn't know who this she-cat was, and why he felt drawn over to approach her.


    Then, pain struck his head as he grunted, heavy breaths, as flashes of memories tried to seep through him rapidly "Kristallkit, her name is Kristallkit!" "I named her german because her father would have liked that- "Deut must not find out or else." "I love her too much" "I want to talk to her!" those were a couple of phrases that he heard only in his head.


    "H-head hurts!" he gasped as he fell to the ground, feeling his head in searing pain as he seemed to have fought some strong force that seems to want to enter his mind. It was so strong, as he let out a pitiful cry all so suddenly. Why now, why? This was not what was supposed to happen.


    It had happened before, but why is it returning so soon?!


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    Stormyskies walked over at the cry from Feliciano, not even thinking about greeting the newcomer. Wgat was going on? Lowering herbhead, she gazed intently at Feliciano, wondering if she should see if he was okay. But obviously he wasn't, if his words were to be trusted. [color=#F433FF]"Feliciano? Feliciano, what's wrong?"     She of course knew what was wrong - that his head hurt - but she was hoping the feline might have any clue as tonehy it hurt. Maybe he had a condition like Miley, where he had severe migraines? Yeah, probably not.


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    "I-is he okay?" she was genuinely worried, and hesitantly crept forward, baby blue optics wide and showing her emotions. She looked about to cry, but that was just her usual expression.


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    Antonio frowned, watching Feli with worry. Right, they had a new joiner to tend to. Tony turned to face the female, his curled tail down to a slow wag. "He'll be okay," the high guard assured her, smiling lightly,"Can I get you anything? Maybe a tour?" Antonio winked happily, giving another small glance to Feliciano. He thought the kitten would be okay.
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