man on the horizon // open, joining

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    Oh, what a long walk that had been. How his lengthy legs ached and his stretched muscles throbbed. The journey had felt like weeks, and he had been beginning to think that he would never make it to WindClan. Yet his nose had picked up the scent only moments ago. His eyes had lit up, and maybe his ink-tipped tail wagged a little bit. He'd crawled over the border, and though exhausted, he was ecstatic. At last, he could catch up with his family. They'd all left for this place; at least, most of them, and he did prefer their company. He had been residing in BloodClan, but the place never really met his tastes. Far too much violence and other things he'd rather not recall.
    Now this place wasn't like that at all, or at least, he was pretty sure of that. No rotting carcasses marking the boundaries or shadowy mountains that towered above him in jagged peaks. No, WindClan was much more pleasant in his eyes; a seemingly endless meadow enclosed in a cosy valley. Tall grasses, green fields, old willow trees marking a river coursing through. It was perfect.
    Now, I'm sure you have questions. Who is this 'he'? Why, his name is Peregrin Mortis - though he rarely goes by that. Others have taken to calling him Pippin, and he's only happy to be referred to as so. He is a very happy figure in general, though at that moment he appeared a wreck. He was half the size of the wolf he should have been, and though his thick pelt had once masked his skinniness, it had thinned out as he travelled and he looked half-starved. He had always been so undersized, despite his humongous appetite. He'd eaten pretty well on his trip, too, in fairness - though he wouldn't mind someone offering him a feast.
    His ears picked up a rustle or so, and he sat up swiftly, shaking out his coat to free it of the dirt and dust. He was no feline, and was not about to lick the mud off of his legs to look more appealing, but was content with his rugged appearance anyway. It was the best he could do, or was willing to for the time being. Feeling a buzz of excitement building up, the timber wolf wagged his tail unconsciously as he waited.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Name and business?" Cherviltea would inquire, catching the rather excited wolf from a little way off, and quickly making his way over to greet them. Their appearance seemed somewhat concerning.. Seeing as they were rather thin, and looked awfully worn.. But nonetheless, it was their enthusiasm that brought a light smile to tug at the collie's maw. He hoped that they were doing alright, but their ragged demeanor didn't tend to faze them whatsoever.


    TAGS 12/07/2016

    [shadow=black,left]HOLYDOVE
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]It wasint often Holydove saw wolves in the clan, in fact the last time she'd seen one it had been her deceased former mentor. It stirred a moment of unsettling sad feelings, but on the outside the rabbit remained stoic. [b]"You look... very hungry and tired." She hummed out as she looked Peregrin over, coming over after Cheevil and keeping her distance from both men. As a medic, this gave her a cause for concern, but she also could have sworn she scented... blood clan on his pelt? She remained cautious, tensing her muscles.


    Info on Holydove UPDATED 7/16th

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    Espresso headed over, smiling at the newcomer. Peregrin sounded awfully familiar, but she couldn't quite remember if she knew him at one point. "Welcome to Windclan, I'm Espresso." she greeted him with a polite dip of her head.

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    A slow grin lit up Willowkit's features as she heard his nickname. Not only was this stranger certainly humorous and charismatic, but he wasn't outright arrogant and rude to others. It was hard to find someone respectable around these current times where manner seemed to be thrown out of the window. From what she had seen of anticlans, they adopted violent and sociopathic tendencies since they lived in such an environment. Like attracted like, so the demons and lowest of the dark alleys liked to gravitate towards those dark spots. "I'm Willowkit," the gray kitten introduced herself with a light voice. As of recently, her newfound courage seemed to appear periodically. It depended on those she was conversing with at the moment, finding it easier to communicate more openly if they were open and friendly to her in return. Willowkit was slowly being trained to be trusting of others.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Mortis?" Praguespring echoed the family name aloud, approaching soon after Willowkit. The broad-shoulderd Siberian tiger chose to remain standing beside the young WindClan guardian, focusing his pale amber eyes onto Peregrin. A male wolf of red colouring - not unlike the other Mortis although they had different colouring. The WindClan advisor of clan relations recalled hearing Megaera mentioning a couple of troublesome sons before when her daughters had came to WindClan and he remembered Valkari including the surname Mortis in her introductions. "You're n-not Megaera's s-son, are you? Valkari and Aversa's b-brother?" he questioned simply, watching the new member of WindClan with a curious gleam in his intent gaze. Megaera had joined first, disappeared for a few months and then rejoined again a few weeks before. Her two daughters had joined together and he saw them around WindClan territory on occasions. Now her son was also joining WindClan? Praguespring wondered how many more Mortis family members he might see by the end of the month.


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