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    Fireheart awoke to breath. He scrambled to his paws, breathing as if he had just awoken from a deep sleep. Nausea felt like it would come soon, but for now, it stayed away. He looked around, the old instincts creeping back up onto him. He looked up, the sky stormy and grey. It looked like it was about to rain, so his first thought was to shelter.


    The ginger tom examined the trees near him, noting their similarity, then nearly startled at the sight of a large, white thing looming over him. He approached it and gave it a cautious sniff. It smelled like the bones of prey, but much larger, and much more dangerous. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be hurting him now.


    He thought that he should be dead. He remembered the flash of fire, the triumph, and eventually, the last of his nine lives taken away. He didn't feel so leader-like now. He would revert back to his old name, staying respectful until he knew where he was. The skies didn't shine on his ginger pelt, and he looked it over with caution. Was this what StarClan looked like?


    "Hello?" he called out, stepping forwards. His StarClan hadn't been like this the last time he had visited. Perhaps this was the greeting grounds. It smelled far stranger. A monkey howled, deep in the forest, and he flinched, alarmed. Where was he?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Incandescentkit had been wandering around, by herself, something that she knew she probably shouldn't be doing. It would just leave her open to be kidnapped- again. The black smoke kitten had been watching the ginger tabby from afar, eyes focusing in on him. As soon as he called out, the young one stepped out from behind the tree she had been hiding behind, slowly waltzing up. "Hello," She purred gently. "you're on Shadowclan territory. I need your name and buisness here, stat." She commanded.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 420px;]Sans would probably be the most shocking for the ex-leader, considering his species. Canine. It must be even scarier for someone who came from a world where dogs were a threat than a glowing cat. Not to mention his out-of-place skeleton marks, scarf, odd necklace and red eyes. It was all going to be rather strange for this cat, but Sans was unaware of it so far. He watched carefully, stopping beside Lucy with paws held stiffly to the earth.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px;]Huh, another new face. This one seemed pretty disgruntled. Taking a seat near Radio, the striped tiger cast his gaze around his clanmates before looking curiously to the domestic feline. Seeing as the usual questions had already been asked and what not, he felt no news to speak, so he remained silent and indifferent.


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    Well the world was always a place of adjustment, however coming from a place where only cat's existed within the clan's, being thrown somewhere where lion's, tiger's and bears oh my lived with you?! That could never be an easy thing, than you had creatures like Kagura that didn't even exist over where the male was from, not that she knew any of this, but still, she was another intimidating thing here. When she first arrived? She just looked like a large fox, a vulpine sized to pretty much out match lion's and tiger's, instead of the normal five to thirty pounds foxes weighed in at, she was over 700 pounds! Of course that was nothing until you realized it also increased the size of her fangs, her claws, and her tail-s, that was the last thing which could be off putting here, apart from red eyes, violet lids, red lined maw, she had nine tails.


    She probably shouldn't greet this one until he was accepted, she thought he looked skittish.

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    A kitten? Fireheart stared at this stranger with a surprised look on his face, then glanced at the jungle again. It looked far too dangerous for a young kitten to be wandering out there, but maybe she had someone else? Ah, there was another cat, but— "ShadowClan territory?" he questioned, bristling uneasily.


    His whiskers twitched, hoping that only this kitten and the other had caught him on their territory, playing a prank on him with that "name and business". He'd better answer it anyway, who knew what they would do? He tried for a smile, directed at both of them. "Oh, well then, I'm Firestar, er, Fireheart now. I'm really sorry for trespassing—"


    It seemed that both his thoughts and his speech were getting cut off now, because he nearly jumped out of his fur at the appearance of Radioactiveplague. "Dear StarClan, what happened to you?" he rasped, fur bushed out. He remembered Brightheart, and thought that maybe this cat didn't like others reacting to him, so he tried to flatten it out.


    Before he could think, an ominous scent caught his nose and his jaws parted ever so slightly. A dog. He stiffened, watching as a black beast stalked out of the forest shadows, a bloodied black tail emerging from it's neck, a captured star from the sky to boot, it's eyes a gleaming red... "R-Run! I'll hold it off!" he cried, looking towards Lucy and giving Sans a warning snarl.


    But then, what was the other scent? Fireheart slowly turned, heart dropping as an enormous, flaming being came into view. He stared at it, jaws now wide open. He'd never seen a tiger before. Only in legends. And in the legends, they were beasts as tall as the trees, striped like the shadows. Like primordial gods, though he wouldn't have known what that meant. Well, this one seemed pretty huge right now.


    "OhStarClanIamsoverytrulysorryforwhateverIdidandwilldobutpleasekillthedogandnotmeplease." he gasped, breath rattling in his chest as he struggled with all the words. He flattened himself to the ground, burying his face in his paws as he hoped for the best and worst. He thought he smelled a fox's scent, and looked up, only to be frightened by the sight of a fox at a tiger's size standing before him. Maybe they would battle it out and he could run away in the chaos.


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    "Yo, FireHeart, that's what your name is right? Calm the hell down!" The kitsune watched as the male started spazzing out, she could see his eyes widen even further when he saw her, but this time he wasn't the only thing he was scared of; Damn where had this guy come from, under a rock? How was it Twin had comforted someone when they had been frightened of her the last time, maybe it would work with this shivering mass, damn he was a mess, could he even make it in the clan or any clan for that matter, when he reacted like this to large animals which had become a staple in many groups? Oh well, it would be seen in time, but first she needed to stop his melt down, taking a single step towards him, tails lashing behind her once.


    "San's is a member of Shadow Clan he won't bite, so is VintageMisery and myself, I'm kagura by the way, we don't bite, at least we won't bite you. Want to join us Fire? Because from the way your freaking out over Sans, me and Vintage, I'd say your new to the area, there are animals of our size or larger in almost every group if not every group as well as dog's. We could at least help you adjust and who knows you might like us." The female was trying to comfort him somewhat, laying down to make herself somewhat smaller, plus laying down was a sign of nonaggression, she couldn't attack him laying down, well she could cause of her tails and wind abilities, but he didn't need to know that. After she laid down, she rolled over onto her back, further showing she was not a threat, and cursing herself out in her head. Oh well, it made her look good, comforting a spazzing joiner. "You two could at least lay down, before he has a heart attack on the border."


    "We're not going to kill you alright, so calm down." hopefully this bullshit would work, because she'd hate to have to kill him to shut him up a after she promised not to.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]▶ oh, the poor thing was terrified. artpop approached, metaphorical brows furrowed in concern and tail lowered slightly as he came up beside sans. back in vegas, cats had been absolutely terrified of dogs, for obvious reasons. but here - well, he'd never really seen any conflict between them. after all, he was a siberian husky, a dog, and he'd been more than accepted in shadowclan. he was mercenary - deputy - and now.. well, he felt the need to help. to attempt calming him down,"what.. what are you doing?" he inquired, confusion laced into his effeminate tone, lifting a paw gingerly from the ground and casting a glance towards kagura. that was what this was about? species? boy, this guy had a shitload to catch up on. though the fact that he thought vintagemisery would hurt him struck the drag queen as amusing, unable to help the little titter of laughter that resonated from his maw,"aw, vinnie wouldnt kill anyone. would you, honey?" he inquired playfully, shifting his gaze over to the tiger with that shit-eating grin he usually bore when around him.


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    Calm down? Fireheart peeked up from under his trembling paws, facing the huge fox. Was that language? He thought the vulpine family only spoke in rudimentary growls, and only felines held any semblance of language. But here, well, it was admittedly different. He looked towards the dog, trying to apply his name to him, but he would always be known as a simple dog to the likes of Fireheart. "Vintagemisery?" he murmured, glancing up at the tiger. Of course, the suffix misery. He was obviously in great pain, what with the burns on his face. Not that he felt sorry, because a moment ago, he thought that he was going to attack him.


    He blinked at Kagura, watching as she crouched down. It seemed like a hunting posture to him, but he wouldn't admit it. They could already smell his fear, probably. He knew he could. He felt like peeing himself, but wouldn't because if he was going to die, he would die with honor. He privately thought to himself that he would like none of them, but if they didn't eat him, they would have a good relationship already. "I guess I'll join, if you say so..." he muttered, pressing his face into the ground to cope and think. This was a lot to handle. They were all peaceful, it wasn't like there was any fighting, he might as well. Larger animals offered protection, anyway.


    He felt like he was being held against his will in another Clan, but reluctantly stood up, facing everyone. They were like colorful, moving trees, every step they took shaking the earth beneath everyone's paws. How could they be so inconsiderate? His shaking legs nearly gave way at the sight of Artpop. He watched the grin spread of his face, feeling like it was predatory, but it was directed at the tiger instead. No way would it be predatory now. Now that he had joined, albeit unofficially, he had to be concerned for his new Clanmates. He eyed his makeup with weariness. "Er, are you okay? You look, well...?" he asked, nodding at the Mercenary.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]"Before you comment on my appearance, yes, I have antlers. Yes, I kind of look like a deer. Any other questions I haven't answered?" honestly, she didn't want to be mistaken for a extremly tiny deer. "And I'm Mintbubbles, nice to meet you." she offered the ginger tabby a bright smile, seemingly happy while on the inside she was dying from laughter. Aw man, Sans was a beast now? Nah, he was like a little lovable puppy to her. At least to her. "Welcome to Shadowclan, my dude."
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    Mintbubbles (Minty, Mint, Mintybubblers) - 15 months old - Female - Shadowclan - ____ x ____ - Sister of Strawberryburst and Goldentreasures -


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    Nervous around people she doesn't know - Extremely protective of Gordon, Frisk, Sans and Sans' children - Has monophobia, contreltophobia, phasmophobia, and erotophobia - Quiet - Has demon sickness and is dying extremely slow from it - Sweet - Open to hear anyones problems - Smol jelly bean


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    Dark brown tabby - Cream chest and muzzle and underbelly - Deer antlers that have strings hanging from it which are attached to some gems at the bottom - Submissive stance - Underweight - Fragile looking - Really fluffy and soft

    It seemed she reached through to him on a level just from speaking? Had he honestly thought she could not speak intelligently?! Oh he'd pay for that somehow when he was more calmed down and settled in with the idea of sharing quarters with large animal's, dogs and such of the like! Kagura was very intelligent, in fact it was her biggest asset unless her emotions got in the way, like they recently had with Fayina being captured, she couldn't afford many more connections like that, at least not one's she didn't cultivate on purpose. So this guy would be like a pet, something she enjoyed playing with does he did seem entertaining, but she wouldn't actually like him, FireHeart would be too much trouble for a true relation,, not that she would correct him if he called her friend or anything like that, it would make her look good, friendly at best.


    "Whatever I did worked didn't it ArtPop, he's talking calmly again, so don't question me." she rolled her eyes, yawning, tongue flicking out of her red lined maw before returning inside, her jaw closing as she rolled to her side, agreeing that she was just going to lay there for now, there was no reason for her to get up. "Whose going to help him find an unoccupied room in the temple? Once he's comfortable enough to come back to camp." the kitsune spoke it, eyes closed, side rising and falling lightly as if she was trying to sleep right there, eyes opening seconds later, sitting up slowly, waiting for what her clan-mates would say.

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    "Oh," the runt like feline padded up with no amusement, 'Star? Wait no, that's silly.' he thought to himself, basically questioning logic right now, "Well never the less, name's Riley, Riley Harlow." his bicolored eyes looked so dull right now, he was just not in the mood, plus there was so many joiners. And this one seemed like a nut-job, someone that should be in the hospital.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]My, this man looked rather... Confused? Terrified? Perhaps both. The canine strode forward on long, slender legs, his forked tail snaking across the ground behind him as he approached, odd eyes narrowed as he towered over the feline at his mountain lion height. Briefly, his nose twitched, brows lifting momentarily before he then dipped his head in greeting, his collar and other jewelry jingling as he did so. "Welcome to Shadowclan, Fireheart. I take it you were previously a leader, seeing as you mentioned 'Firestar'? Were you in a proclan?" he asked in his soft voice, his mild accent evident in his words. He shifted on his paws, cocking his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes; normally, he treated former leaders with respect, and he was rather interested in this feline for that reason. "Usually only proclans take on the traditional -star prefix. What made you join an anticlan like Shadowclan? Of course, there's only a few proclans nowadays..." he mumbled the last bit to himself, settling down onto his haunches and tapping his muzzle with one paw, making a low humming noise in his throat before shrugging nonchalantly. "My name is Setekh, by the way. Call me Set if it's too hard on the tongue. I used to be a deputy, so feel free to ask me questions if you can't find the real deputies. I like to help." the sha then added quietly, offering a smile toward Fireheart before falling silent, waiting for answers to his questions.


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    "Why does anybody need to help the guy, he seems perfectly capable of settling his own *." Premium said as he made his way over. There were a * load of people here, and that's what had drawn him over. He was curious, he supposed, to see what all the commotion was about. A cat. It was just a damned cat. A joiner or whatever. Taking a seat, the Kludde would let a light sigh escape him, bland oculars dancing over the man's form.


    Pink flames flickering around his neck, the boy let a paw reach up to absently fiddle with his chain. "Welcome though, I guess. My name's Premiumpaw."
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    What exactly had he just missed? Whitepaw came over with an arched brow, his gaze trailing over the feline. The mythical dog decided to just stay quiet and watch while the other's spoke to the joiner.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px;]The brute couldn't help but roll his gaze when the orange feline because terrified of him. Yeah, he could see it, he has scars and burns all over and he was honestly large even for a tiger. But had he truly never seen one before? What the hell was that about? He grunted slightly in response to Kagura before slowly lowering himself into a laying position. Not that he minded that much; he was lazy and preferred laying down anyways. But he couldn't help but snort in amusement at Arty's words. "Of course I won't hurt you, so long as you're one of us. Like they said, I'm Vintagemisery. Call me Vin. Welcome to Shadowclan." Hopefully him speaking wouldn't frighten the poor thing more.


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    Fireheart twitched his ears, watching as Mintbubbles took her turn speaking to him. He frowned at her, tilting his head. She seemed rather condescending now that he had recovered enough. They all seemed condescending. But he had faced even more taunting when he arrived in the old ThunderClan, as a housepet who didn't know any better. Now he was a seasoned warrior, through years and years of experience, and here he was, still be humiliated. "No, you don't look like a deer." he sighed. You look like a freak. Deer horns didn't belong on cats, they belonged on deer.


    He tried to initiate some conversation, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth like a furry metronome. "Who named you Mintbubbles? Not to be offensive, but I just can't tell." the ginger tom tried, inclining his head towards her. He watched Kagura feign boredom, calling out to how he would sleep in a "temple" of sorts. He hoped that whatever and wherever it was, he could find a comfy, moss-lined nest. He would sleep for a thousand seasons and then wake up in his own nest, back in ThunderClan, where he belonged. His chest ached with homesickness. Already?


    "Rileyharlow? Riley. Harlow." the male tried the words on his tongue. So his name was multiple words, much like the Tribe cats of the mountains. He couldn't tell what those words meant, but then again, he couldn't tell what many words meant. Such was the knowledge of these beings, apparently more civilized and important than him. He eyed the other, noting his appearance. It looked rather strange, a little like Ashfur's, if Ashfur had a bobbed tail and a red eye. "Did anything happen to your other eye? It looks really red." he mused, raising his tail.


    There was a barrage of questions from a creature that stood at the height of a Sharptooth. Not as tall as that Vintagemisery or Kagura, but still big nonetheless. What was the collar doing on someone his height's neck? Had he been tamed by the two-legs once, and just hadn't been able to get it off? He'd never know. But he felt oddly less threatened, and sat down to try and decipher the questions, curling his tail around his paws. "Yes, I was the Leader of ThunderClan. I don't know of any 'ProClan' that you just mentioned. My ThunderClan might be different from the one here." he added. If ShadowClan existed in this warped world, who said that ThunderClan didn't?


    He shuffled his paws, fidgeting with his tail fur. "Well, I just found this ShadowClan by accident. I can't find any other Clans, and staying here would the safest choice. My apologies; I'm just lost and I don't want to risk any of your Clanmates by escorting me to another Clan." Fireheart explained, giving the creature a soft smile. He seemed friendly enough, as if speaking would cure the frightening visage that others of his size presented. Still, even those with words could deceive you just as well as conventional predators, if not even better. "I don't know what 'AntiClan' and 'ProClan' are, though. Would you mind explaining them to me?" Clear sign that he wouldn't have been a leader in this world.


    "I'll keep that in mind, Setekh." the flame-furred feline added, nodding. He wouldn't use any shortenings. It seemed disrespectful to him, especially when he had been this nice. And it pricked his ears that he had been a Deputy. A former Deputy, albeit. He wondered what he had done to get himself demoted. It didn't look like he was one who would do anything particularly bad to get him demoted from the position, so perhaps it was just voluntary retirement? In his world, they only stepped down if they could not physically do the job, but perhaps there were other, more pressing factors in a world like this.


    His eyes widened as a larger canine approached him. He remembered the tales of wolves, elusive dogs who screamed to the moon in the mountains. Another reason not to go there. But the more important detail of Premiumpaw was that— "You're on fire!" Fireheart gasped, leaping to his paws and bristling. Even if he was named after it, fire was the killer of all things. It had suffocated someone very dear to him, and could even kill the strongest of the strong, tigers and lions alike.


    But the more he looked at it, the more it didn't seem real. It flickered and danced like normal, but it was strangely pink. Perhaps it was diluted fire, another type of fire that he hadn't seen before. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to be hurting the canine because he was sitting there, looking like he did this thing everyday. And he spoke in slang. Those on fire normally didn't speak in slang. "Er, sorry. Hello, Premiumpaw." he greeted, dipping his head. His eye caught another creature, a pale brown, looking a little like Setekh. He sighed and blinked at all the creatures gathered around him. How strange. How incredibly strange.


    "Hey, now that I think about it, is there anything I have to actually do to be accepted?" he asked, stepping forwards and looking about himself.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]He was very much offended by the reaction of the guy upon his appearance and his muzzle curled a bit. His stands hardened a bit as he eyed the guy and tilted his ears back just a bit but the movement was visible. "You got a problem with the way I look?" His tone was a bit sharp as he dug his neon green claws into the ground, solid glowing green orbs focused on him. He had never had anyone react to his appearance negatively before and so he was a bit miffed. "Yeah to get into my clan you got to kill someone." Was he joking? Yes, but he wouldn't know that unless someone here told him. The male tried to settle down as he sat down with a huff. [color=limegreen]"I'm Radioactiveplague."


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