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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:400px; font-size:8pt; line-height:11px; text-align:justify;]This was ThunderClan? Fireheart knew that Radioactiveplague had called them enemies, but he couldn't stand that fact. He opened his mouth, breathing in the fresh air of the forest, where scents piled on top of each other. After the cool and humid air of the rainforest, he'd like to be around deciduous trees again (even though he didn't know what that was). It seemed so familiar, it made his heart ache.


    He sat on the border, tail wrapped neatly around his paws. He showed no hostility, instead taking in all the scenery with wide eyes. As much as he'd like to try and join this group, they might take offense to his ShadowClan scent. Besides, he had no one here. At least in ShadowClan he was familiar with all the dogs, lions, and tigers.


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    Zjarr's black nose crinkled when an unwelcome scent hit his nostrils. ShadowClan. Ohh boy. The Siberian Husky strode over to where a tabby tom was. His eyes didn't hold the usual friendly gleam they typically had, but he didn't full on attack this guy yet. "Who are you and why are you here?" he demanded.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: white][size=8]Ariel came in behind Zjarr. Her fur was prickled and she was eyeing the ShadowClanner. Then she shot Zjarr a concerned glance.


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    sam is lowkey based off of firestar too x3


    As Shadowclan scent filled his nose, the deputy immediately became alert and ready to fight. As he walked over, the labrador lowed his gaze to the smaller animal, trying to keep cool and calm. His powers didn't detect any other Shadowclanners nearby, so that was good. "And why do you smell like Shadowclan." he would say, in more of a statement than a question. This cat didn't seem dangerous...yet.


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    ✯ Samuel Banner
    ✯ Male
    ✯ 2 1/2 years old
    ✯ Stephen x NPC
    ✯ Thunderclan Deputy
    ✯ Married to Nymeria
    ✯ Adopted by Bruce Banner
    ✯ Adopted brother to Sasha


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    ✯ Black Labrador retriever
    ✯ Light blue eyes
    ✯ Wears a camouflage hat
    ✯ Has a pine tree scent mixed with mud


    PERSONALITY ;
    Ambitious, Loyal, Stubborn, Fatherly, Friendly


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    ✯ All free powers
    ✯ Shapeshifting
    ✯ Telepathy


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    ✯ Attack in bold black
    ✯ Hard Physically, Meduim Mentally
    ✯ No kill or maim
    ✯ Pm for capture

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    [justify]The scent of Shadowclan was something that wasn't all too welcoming for anybody, especially the Thunderclanners. Amalthea had hopped over to stand beside Ariel, sizing up the Shadowclan cat with skeptical eyes.
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    Fireheart's nerves started to sing and grate against each other as Zjarr approached. A dog. An angry dog, no less, one that could possibly attack him at any moment. He stayed down, even though his paws itched to turn around and flee. A death wish, everyone else would call it, looking like a sitting duck in the middle of enemy territory. He gulped, flattening his fur so that he looked less hostile. "I... I'm Fireheart. Just visiting. Er, how do I explain this...?" he half-questioned himself, trying to appear casual and prevent the stutter from entering his voice.


    And now three dogs were surrounding him, something that he wasn't too happy with. He nervously pinned his ears to his head, rising as Samuel approached and questioned him. A big, black dog, straight from the bottom of his nightmares, seemed to be interrogating him. "Because I come from ShadowClan!" he snapped, anxiety getting the best of him as he lashed out.


    The ginger tom shook his head. "I'm sorry." he hastily added, eyeing Amalthea with apprehension. That horn sure looked dangerous, goring him right through the stomach. Ugh, talk about hard-headed. "I'm just wanting to see ThunderClan. To make my peace with it, if you will." He shuffled his paws, tension and adrenaline bumping up a notch as he tried to explain. "I-I came from a place that had a Clan called ThunderClan too. I just want to see this one. Differences, similarities, you know." Not to mention that he had been a leader there, but that could only cause more skepticism. "I don't mean anything threatening, I just want to... Talk."


    They wouldn't believe it. If he were them, he wouldn't have believed him either. It sounded too farfetched. There could be spies hanging around, invisible to all powers as he spoke. But... "So, how are you?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: white][size=8]Ariel spoke up in a small voice. "You should probably leave. I think we're at war with ShadowClan or something." She didn't know what else to say. Was he crazy? (IC opinion) It didn't matter if he was here on personal business or on Clan business, he was part of an enemy Clan. A Clan that thunderClan was at war with, too.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:400px; font-size:8pt; line-height:11px; text-align:justify;]Fireheart bit back an irritated remark. Was it war? Radioactiveplague had declared it like they were hunting prey. He lowered his ears, instead showing a look of disappointment. "Are you sure? Anything I can do to explain myself better?" he pressed. It would be a waste and a shame, not to mention dissatisfying, to come to ThunderClan and be driven away in a few moments.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: white][size=8]She gave a little shrug. "I mean... I'm pretty sure, but I could be wrong." She might have remembered incorrectly. "But I think you should leave, either way. You can see by how we're acting that we don't like you being here. Come back when our clans are not at war." That's probably the most intelligent thing she's said in a while. She had spoken in a small voice the whole time. "Please." Not that she was begging him to leave, but that she wanted to be polite.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 385px;][justify][size=8]—"I don't see a problem in talking. Although, your leader is likely to get a little butthurt and might beat your sorry ass, but I assumed you knew the consequences when you arrived here, hmm?" The jaguar mentioned, quirking a nonexistent eyebrow upwards at the newcomer. He had no problem in talking. Hell, he'd talk to the devil in the flesh if the guy wanted to. However, ShadowClan might beat up the poor bastard, and there was no harm in warning the visitor. He straightened his posture, clearing his throat and dipping his head at fireheart. "Yo, i'm wolfric, it's a pleasure to meet you, Fireheart. How are things in ShadowClan?" The jaguar started conversationally. Was this guy a spy? Who knows. It's not like Wolfric would get on the topic of battle strategies and health.


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    [justify][size=8]☆ Nova didn't really trust this guy at all, he seemed to be playing the innocent card. Novabeam looked over at Wolfric, curious as to why he was being buddy buddy with the enemy. However, this guy wasn't really doing anything, so they couldn't justly attack him. Novabeam sat protectively close to Ariel, curious as to why this fellow was even here. It was a pretty silly idea to show up at a clan that your leader had declared "open season" on. How did he expect them to react?


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    The apprentice's eyes widened. ShadowClan! Paparazzipaw ran through the bushes toward the musty smell. When he arrived, he looked around to see his Clanmates already here. Then he noticed Fireheart.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:400px; font-size:8pt; line-height:11px; text-align:justify;]Fireheart blinked thoughtfully at the puppy's statements. No matter what, since a war, they'd always be enemies. "Of course." he mutely responded, looking over towards Wolfric. He seemed a little like Malachai, but that was alright. At least he was talking in a manner kinder than everyone else. He was probably the dumbest one there though. "ShadowClan's great." he meowed, flicking his ears. If they wanted him to spill some juice, he wouldn't, only because he had a shred of loyalty there. "ThunderClan's doing well?" he amiably questioned back.


    The fur on his spine lifted once again, seeing another two ThunderClanners on the scene. There were, what, one, two... Seven of them. No way in the Dark Forest would he be able to outrun them, or beat them off, especially when they all had natural advantages over them. He settled into a more submissive position, crouching. "Honest, I just want to talk." he repeated, blinking at Paparazzipaw in earnest. This reminded him of his old rebel days, going behind his leader's back in attempt to stop a war. Though here, he was just a lonely warrior, wanting to incite some nostalgia for stress's sake.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 385px;][justify][size=8]—"Most likely." Wolfric responded. Honest to god, he wasn't really sure what ThunderClan was up to, nor did he really want to assume when there were people here who were more hooked on politics and ThunderClan's various of somewhat solvable problems. He didn't consider himself dumb, just ignorant... and easily amused. He was a former medic here, he doesn't consider that dumb. "ShadowClan's pretty big 'nd bold, yeah? Do you enjoy it there?" Wolfric inquired once again in a conversational tone.


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    ➤ next, it was silentkit's turn to arrive.


    the cat never really saw herself as a "young" or "a child." if this were not the case, the kitten probably wouldn't have mustered up the balls to come to the border to see what the fuss was about. even from afar, she could sense the tension in the air, and see the hackles raised on every mammal surrounding this strange-smelling cat.


    her curious, wide optics led her straight into the middle of the group which surrounded the fiery-pelted cat; she wanted to get a better look at this stranger. she squeezed past novabeam and the rest of the thunerclanners and sat down right in front of the mysterious cat.


    seeing as she was pretty new in thunderclan, the kitten barely knew clan etiquette... but her naive move of getting so close to the stranger made her come off as simply a wonder-struck kitten.


    after deciding the orange cat was no threat, she tilted her head an offered a silent grin. hello!

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:400px; font-size:8pt; line-height:11px; text-align:justify;]Setekh had mentioned a Deutschstar before, the leader of ThunderClan, obviously. But he couldn't help wondering where the strange prefix had come from. Ah well. "Sure am." Fireheart grunted, curling his tail once more around his paws, tucking himself in so that he looked generally smaller. He opened his mouth, sifting through the air. It was like a chorus, a cacophony of ThunderClan smells. He felt queasy as he realized that he much preferred ShadowClan scent to his own home's, but alas, this was not his home. Not anymore, not anyway, not ever.


    However, there was a smile brought to his face as a little, tri-colored kitten wandered up, seemingly showing no fear. She seemed larger than what would normally be for the age of adorable naivety, but this was a different world, so anything was (apparently) possible. "Hello." he quietly greeted, loosening his stature and peering down at the kitten, even if he was about the same level as her. "Who are you?" he questioned, unknowing of the fact that she was a mute.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=10][color=Black]As much as he did not like it, there wasn't much danger here. He still did not detect any other Shadowclanner's around. "You may stay on the border until the conversation is done, but you may not come onto our land, for our own safety." he would say. even though we could kill you with the snap of a paw. he added to himself in his mind. "Even if you are friendly, you must still be treated as an enemy because you are in shadowclan. For all we know you could be a spy." he would say, trying to add that last part softly. He wouldn't be too nice though, there was still that chance that this was a trap.
    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][spoiler=TAGS (6/27)][justify][size=10][font=times new roman][color=white]GENERAL ;
    ✯ Samuel Banner
    ✯ Male
    ✯ 2 1/2 years old
    ✯ Stephen x NPC
    ✯ Thunderclan Deputy
    ✯ Married to Nymeria
    ✯ Adopted by Bruce Banner
    ✯ Adopted brother to Sasha


    APPEARANCE ;
    ✯ Black Labrador retriever
    ✯ Light blue eyes
    ✯ Wears a camouflage hat
    ✯ Has a pine tree scent mixed with mud


    PERSONALITY ;
    Ambitious, Loyal, Stubborn, Fatherly, Friendly


    POWERS ;
    ✯ All free powers
    ✯ Shapeshifting
    ✯ Telepathy


    BATTLE TAGS ;
    ✯ Attack in bold black
    ✯ Hard Physically, Meduim Mentally
    ✯ No kill or maim
    ✯ Pm for capture

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; height: 275px; background:url(http://i63.tinypic.com/anlpc9.png); background-size: 100% 100%; repeat: no repeat;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; height: 275px; overflow: auto; font-family: fantasy;]Razzi looked from the ShadowClanner to his deputy, his eyes filled with pride. He hated having arguments and bouts with other Clans, but he knew it could never be peaceful. It's just how the world works. And if the leader or deputy says he can't stay, then so be it. The gray apprentice glanced around unconsciously, to reassure him there were no other trespassers. But there wasn't a way to make sure from his spot, since Fireheart's scent was strong.[/fancypost]

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