YOU'RE UNDERHANDED! — private, harshpaw

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: georgia;]"Kuso."


    Jinya hated the admit that he had made a wrong turn, but this was just fucking ridiculous. Excuse my French, but there really was no other way to describe the amount of annoyance the boy held. He had gotten lost following that familiar tugging at his heart that always seemed to lead him places but now he was painfully lost. He had a similar problem when he was trying to find PhantomClan for the first time and had asked a loner for directions but had ended up getting lost in the process because the damn fool didn't give enough details. Though, Jinya did suppose it was his own fault for getting lost out here in the first place...


    "Graah!" The black kitsune kicked at a tree beside him with his hind leg, a huff of irritation leaving him as he stalked forward. There were clouds circling about in the skies, dark and ominous, and the humidity was making his fur frizzle up much to his annoyance. Lightning streaked across the dark skies and Jinya had only taken a mild notice to this. He hated lightning. He had been struck by lightning once and it left his entire left leg paralyzed for months with a hideous burn mark to remind him further of it. He had been lucky enough to get a new body so that he wouldn't be any more useless than he thought he already was and he certainly didn't want it to happen a second time as it was frustrating enough to go through being paralyzed once already. So, Jinya hurried along, trying to find some place where he could settle down until it got a bit more calmer...


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 15pt; font-family: georgia; color: #FA6700]darkness exists to make light truly count.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 130%]» The humidity didn't bother Harshpaw, not really. Despite his foolish appearance, the apprentice could quite easily tell that there was a storm brewing on the horizon. Plump, chunky clouds hung heavily in the dark sky, foreshadowing the squall that was about to assault the Rogues' territory. Bolts of light scampered across the inky backdrop, and the whole setting, including the gloomy, lush forest was something out of a storybook. Or perhaps a nightmare. Harshpaw wasn't picky.


    Another streak of lightning crossed the sky, much the the feline's delight. Harsh was in no way afraid of lightning or storms - in fact, the young tom found them to be gorgeous, especially how the light flashed on and off on the dusky background. Usually, he much preferred better weather, seeing rays of sunlight filter through the leaves in the trees and watching tubby white clouds float lazily through the sky. It was partially why Harshpaw joined SunClan as a dual-alliance a few months back. The contrast between their territory and the Rogues' was incredible, and the apprentice enjoyed the heat of the island jungles. But this? This was different. The forest was chilly and unlit. It felt like electricity was crackling through the air, and anticipation pricked at the tabby's alabaster paws. The suspense of the situation caused excitement to course through Harshpaw's veins - for what reason, he was oblivious to.


    Currently, the tom was racing through the territory, attempting to burn off excess energy before the skies opened up and poured down unto the earth. Harsh grinned, a loud laugh escaping his throat at the pure joy of it, and just as the apprentice tried to scale a moss-covered log, his paw caught the edge of it and down he went, tumbling unceremoniously down the slight plunge of land. He rolled and rolled, giggles leaving his mouth uncontrollably now even when he came to a slow stop, eyes opening only to see a dark-furred creature hurrying past him. The tom shrieked in surprise, scrambling to his paws with burning cheeks and bafflement shining in his viridescent oculars.


    Harshpaw knew that dirt and grass was clinging to his fur, but dismissed the fact, trying to observe the other with a small, amiable smile clinging to his lips. "Uh - hi! I'm Harshpaw and - who're you, again? Wait, um-" the apprentice sniffed the air, then spoke again. "You don't really smell like Blackhearts. But you do smell like SunClan and something else......I live in SunClan too! I mean, I've been spending most of my time here lately, but SunClan is my second home! Uh, who're you, again?"