I'M GLUED ON TIGHT TO THIS CAROUSEL [open + gifts]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]IT HAD TAKEN the wolf longer than she had expected to find RiverClan. Originally, she had been quite confident leaving HawkClan; she knew the general direction of their ally's territory and with her super senses, how could she possibly get lost? Ha. An hour into her expedition, Bitterblue had gotten turned around and had found herself on the outskirts of a small town. Fun fact: humans don't like wolves. Upon her unexpected arrival at the city, she had been met with screaming and guns. Her experience there hadn't been a total waste of her time however. No, she had commandeered a trophy from the town to give as a gift to the RiverClanners: a Radio Flyer. The small red wagon sat beside her, filled to the brim with food, herbs, and toys. Rather satisfied with her offering, Bitterblue took a seat a foot away from the clan's border, waiting patiently for a patrol to spot her.
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    [size=9pt][b]“TALKING”

    [i]‘THINKING’

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    [goal: wRITE SOMETHING DECENT WITH A BAD HEADACHE]




    A patroller, he was not. The ruddy brown canine didn't really like traveling in groups---it gave him anxiety, honestly. Cherry red gaze lifted behind the shades that kept them hidden, mouth closed. He was alert. The ruddy brown canine had heard a sound. It sounded like someone approaching, obviously. That was sort of why he was there. He wasn't there because he wanted to be of course. He had to. To avoid the scrutiny of others, and uh...being called a lazy bastard.




    Country boy here wasn't a lazy bastard, he was just unmotivated by social endeavors. He had crippling social anxiety. Anything involving talking made him uh...well, anxious. It wasn't a good feeling. Still though, he knew he was obligated to greet this person. His expression didn't shift from the usual pokerface as he padded forward. That was normal for Cassius, being pokerfaced .He wasn't very expressive, honestly. His pawsteps took him up to the Hawkclanner, where he paused. The labrador looked the wolf over in silence, expression downshifting. The sun glinted off of his shades. “Uh...howdy, can I help y'all?”




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