space jam; joining

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea was substantially unlike Haxus, then, it seemed.. He had never lived in a clan, or known of them, prior to joining Windclan.. However, there was something somewhat.. off, about that. He had grown up with the regular warrior name, neglecting the idea of changing one's suffix now and then, due to the fact that nobody had really told him that such was the regular thing to do.. However, the fact that his parents whom he didn't happen to have any recollection of, had given him such a name, alongside the Xerses surname, would have to have meant that he had somehow been tied to the clans, through his parents..

However, he had spent most of his life alone.. Or well, he had lived in a singular designated area, before dying, and then well.. growing up? He didn't know, but life as a child had gone by awfully slowly, in his case.

"Hey, Haxus! Welcome to the clan." The collie would greet, opting to offer the newcomer a light smile. "I'm Cherviltea; would there be anything that I could help you with?" He wouldn't mind offering them a tour, directions, or well.. anything, really. Helping newcomers to settle in was pretty important, after all, and he hoped that it wouldn't take too long for the other to feel comfortable here.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Much like Chervil, Holydove had never been in a clan before coming here many many months ago battered and bleeding on the Windclan border. On top of it all, Holydove was the result of two human souls from two very different lives bound together in one tiny little rabbit body. Nothing had prepared her for the clans before she came here. It was different. But in her opinion a good kind of different. Everyone living here now came from different paths in life; whether they where born inside the territory or from somewhere far away, anyone willing to serve the clan was welcome to stay. "Welcome to Windclan, Haxus!" her silver colored eyes looked up at feline with a big smile. "I'm Holydove. If you don't mind my asking, what brought you here?" she'd been about to ask to assist the newcomer but she believed Chervil had it covered.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]He's hopping on the bandwagon, one of those for whom WindClan is their first taste of clan life of any kind. He lived in a humanised setting beforehand, yes, an animal town of sorts, but it was nothing like a clan; though they're civilised here, remarkably advanced for creatures yet to develop opposable thumbs (for the most part, at least; he's certain that some clans must have apes), their traditions, hierarchy and laws are nothing like the ones he was used to when he lived with his parents. Still, he's adjusted well, now knowledgeable and accustomed to WindClan's ways, though he hasn't forgotten the original confusion. He has a certain affinity with newcomers — they're outsiders, just like him.

The cougar cub follows after Holydove as the female makes her way over, halting beside the medic and Cherviltea so that he can regard Haxus closely. He looks nervous, anxiety betrayed by the way he holds himself, and honestly, Redkit can't blame him. He wasn't terrified when he joined, but certainly wary, defiant, watchful — it's difficult to open up and trust total strangers, but he's getting better. Perhaps, in time, Haxus will also learn to put his faith in his clan-mates. "Welcome to WindClan," he echoes, ignoring how generic the greeting is. "I'm Redkit." he decides to leave it at that, seeing as Cherviltea has already covered assistance and Holydove is asking a question anyway. There's nothing else that the boy needs to know, so he simply lingers, curiously awaiting Haxus' response to his new clan-mates' inquiries.
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[font=georgia]another joiner? that was good, he supposed, even if it made the clan even noisier than it had been for his first couple of days there. billy had to get used to it if he wanted to carry on living there with all the lovely folk around. that was worth all the hustle and bustle any day... howdy sir! i'm billy, it's a pleasure meetin' you. the kitten spoke cheerfully as he followed the others over, giving his hat a polite tilt forward in greeting.

[spoiler=tags][font=georgia][u]general:
•william "billy" kid
•kitten
•windclan
•male
•three months
•npc xx npc

[u]physical:
•orange tabby cat with green eyes
•wears cowboy style hat and a red bandanna
•short and skinny build with a long tail

[u]interactions:
•easy difficulty
•[color=white]non-threatening actions may be powerplayed ( e.g healing )
•[color=white]if attacking, put name in [color=#E8A317]bolded #E8A317
•[color=white]no kill, maim or capture without permission

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Vendetta[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:15px; font-style: italic; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase;]city girl + windclan + red & white tabby + hazel eyes
[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Her life had been a chaotic mess shortly before she'd encountered Windclan, so when she'd been easily absorbed into the clan and introduced to its customs and entirely new way of living, it had been quite the shock. In comparison to what surrounded her now, her old squad and been a disorganized and brutal mess. Having calm meeting and adorable parties was almost as outlandish as the idea of talking trees to her. This guy seemed like he might not have had experience with clan stuff either- that, or he was the squirmy type. In any case, the femme saw no harm in mimicking the others and introducing herself. For the sake of establishing herself in the clan, of course. "I'm Vendetta. Where do you come from, Haxus?" she mewed with interest. Not rarely, it seemed that Windclan was an assortment of characters with distinct souls and backgrounds that shaped them. It was nice to know how they originated sometimes. Also, the kit with the hat was too pure to be real. Something that cute had to be protected or it was going to get destroyed.

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"Hi, Haxus," came the meek voice from the back of the crowd, hiding out of sight from the new joiner. Even after so many moons, Willowkit preferred being unseen when greeting new joiners. It was a daunting experience for not only the joiner, but for her to meet them face to face. It was better to be one of the voices without a face to match as they received a warm welcome into the Clan. There wasn't a lot she remembered of her childhood before WindClan, but she vaguely thought that there were familiar voices and faces she couldn't quite put a name to. Maybe they had been her siblings or parents, but it had seemed like an unhappy time with hot sand burning her paws and walking all day. She had been deathly quiet, her long fur matted with dirt and caked with dried blood splattered on her paws. Her expression changed to reflect a somber mood, her maw set in a grim frown the more she thought about it. Even if there was a power to retrieve the lost memories, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]At the other's words, Chervil had been about to speak of Cos, having almost allowed for the recent meeting to slip his mind. Instead, he mentally berated himself, before quickly resounding with the name of the familiar tiger, whom now led in Cos' place. "That'd be Praguespring! He's a tiger; you'll know him when you see him, so I don't think you'll have to worry about it too much." Prague had always been the type to introduce himself to those he didn't know, after all - as anyone would be.

"Oh, and camp's that way." The collie would raise a fore-paw, pointing in the direction of their congregated home, within the vast fields. "Do you want me to take you there?" Chervil wouldn't mind - his day either consisted of duties, or leisurely walks, after all.

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"That w-would be me," Praguespring spoke up after Cherviltea had answered Haxus' question of who the WindClan leader was. It felt strange to introduce himself as the WindClan leader and he never did so directly unless asked to, feeling that the new members would discover that fact soon enough on their own or through another, older WindClanner. Sometimes he even still woke up believing that Sam and Cosmicknight were still in power, seeing as his own sudden promotion to leader had occurred only a few days before and he had skipped the rank of deputy entirely. "We l-live in a v-village," the Siberian tiger continued speaking, coming to stand beside Befriendingdemons. "When y-you come t-to the village, we'll h-help you find y-your own cottage - there's e-enough for every m-member to have their own." He himself shared a cottage with his fiancée and two of their children but before that Praguespring had lived all of his life in WindClan alone in a silent house.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Holydove was more then thankful she lived with her fiancé now, because due to a traumatic experience with the ghost that haunts her daily possessing her one night, she became petrified of sleeping alone at night. It was not a pleasant experience, and if Praguespring hadn't asked her to move in with him, she probably would have begged another classmate to be become roommates with her. It was still so hard to believe that at one point she and Praguespring hadn't been a couple, given the amount of time they had been together already. It was incredible how much could change in a matter of a few months. "If you'd like, I can help you find an empty cottage to live in." The rabbit offered politely, always more then willing to assist.