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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%]The seven-moon-old was at WindClan's border, and while he knew there was someone living in the territory by the scent, he couldn't help himself. There were daisies! Tawnypaw was collecting them. He'd need traveling herbs, although this nomadic lifestyle was getting tiring. He couldn't run forever.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;]Stripedpaw wasn't even supposed to be out of camp, but he usually sneaked out to do some exploring and training. He was by the border today, and good thing, too. He had spotted an unfamiliar cat plucking daisies.


    "Hey!" Stripedpaw called out, a slightly stern expression across his features now. He made his way over quickly and stood in front of the other male. "What do you think you're doing?" He had seen some cats picking these flowers and saying that they were a type of herb. It seemed that this cat was stealing them from WindClan's territory.
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    "Hey! What do you think you're doing with those herbs?" Snapped the apprentice, as he ran over to the tom. Like Stripedpaw, the apprentice wasn't suppose to be out of camp. He looked over towards Tawnypaw, his tail lashing behind him. "Those herbs belong to Windclan!"


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    Eaglepaw - Eaglefrost when warrior + traditional Windclan + attack in lightblue + 9 moons old + bisexual(leaning more towards males) + siblings with: Pearlpaw, Leapingpaw + adopted sister: Stonesun + Mentor: Otterbrook[/spoiler]

    If there was one thing for Otterbrook to get defensive about, it was herbs; this was clear as the wiry tom-cat stepped forward. His fur bristled, and he firmly planted (hah) himself in front of the poor little daisies. "Get your paws off of those!" he demanded, sounding a whole lot more confident than he felt. At least he had his Clanmates backing him up.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Hawktalon had been stalking a rabbit, the sounds of yelling abruptly startling him and his prey. The rabbit raced off, clearly frightened by the commotion. With an annoyed grumble, he would rise from his hunter's crouch and trot towards the source of the shouts. When he approached the group of cats, he was quick to spot a stranger by the border. "He's young - he probably doesn't even know that he's plucking out perfectly good herbs. He probably thinks they're pretty or something. No need to go screaming about like a headless bunch of birds," Hawktalon snapped, limping over to the seven moon old. "What's your name, and what is your business with WindClan?" The ashera meowed, his voice still stern and agitated despite giving him the benefit of the doubt.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL:
    - Cisgender male
    - Warrior of WindClan
    - Heteromantic Heterosexual
    - 4 years old
    - Feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions


    PHYSIQUE:
    - F1 Ashera (designer savannah cat)
    - 30 lbs, 4 feet on hind legs
    - Tall, muscular, sleek build


    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Former kittypet & loner
    - Family unknown


    COMBAT:
    - Extremely hard
    - Attack in bold white

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: -0.2px;][size=14px]"Hey-um, maybe don't take those?" Honeypaw's soft voice mewed. She didn't know why he was taking them. He could be collecting them for himself, or someone he cared about, or, like Hawktalon said, because he thought they were pretty. She didn't want to be too hostile, but they were Windclan herbs.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%]The sudden yelling startled him, and he dropped the herbs in his mouth when he shrieked in surprise. Tawnypaw frowned; brutes! "What does it look like?" He snarkily replied to the first apprentice. And then the other mentioned a name he hadn't heard before. What was a WindClan? Oh, now the tom remembered.. He'd heard about it from his mother maybe once or twice.


    Another cat came and he made Tawnypaw frown once more. "I probably need them more than you! I could die out there!" And finally, someone with manners-- no, wait, they weren't. Doesn't even know? "Actually," Fox-dung, what were these flowers called? Right! "These are daisies." Showed him. He'd tell Hawktalon about their uses if he could recall them in the heat of the moment. "I'm Tawnypaw. and I.." Tawnypaw questioned himself. What was he doing? "I just.. kind of need these."


    When the newest arrival gave their suggestion, he shook his head. "I'm going in the wilderness, what if I get attacked by a badger? Assuming I live, I'm gonna be in a lot of pain. And this would help." Good, he could finally remember what the flower was used for. And, maybe he could live in this 'WindClan'. But Tawnypaw ignored the thought. He had to keep going, though practically defenseless, not all that resourceful, and his paw pads were beginning to get sore.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;]Stripedpaw glanced his stern gaze to Hawktalon and back to Tawnypaw. What was he going on about? How he was going to get attacked by a badger? "Didn't you notice the scent markers?" He questioned. Had they been going stale? He was certain that a patrol had been sent out this morning. "Well, you should look somewhere else. We have a lot more cats to take care of and these are our only resources." Did that sound too mean? He wasn't usually very mean to people but he was just looking out for his clan.
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    Otterbrook's gaze narrowed further, but the fur along his spine smoothed. Well... at least the cat didn't seem to be fighting for them. "As Stripedpaw said--we have lots of cats to take care of. I have lots of cats to take care of! I'm sure you can find daisies off of WindClan territory," he meowed sternly.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Hawktalon frowned, clearly not happy with the tom's answer. The ashera aimed to pin Tawnypaw to the ground and would gently bat the daisies on the ground away from the strange tom. He had a clan name - despite this, he seemed unfamiliar with the borders and such. "What clan are you from?" The hybrid demanded, a growl carried in his tone.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL:
    - Cisgender male
    - Warrior of WindClan
    - Heteromantic Heterosexual
    - 4 years old
    - Feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions


    PHYSIQUE:
    - F1 Ashera (designer savannah cat)
    - 30 lbs, 4 feet on hind legs
    - Tall, muscular, sleek build


    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Former kittypet & loner
    - Family unknown


    COMBAT:
    - Extremely hard
    - Attack in bold white

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;]Stripedpaw's olive eyes widened at Hawktalon's actions. He had just pinned a 7 month old apprentice to the ground! Tawnypaw wasn't really acting hostile, just hesitant. Scared, maybe. He hadn't attacked anyone and hadn't run off with the herbs as of yet, so he didn't feel that there was any need for pouncing on him.


    "Hawktalon, stop!" Stripedpaw demanded. They weren't like BloodClan, they didn't attack newcomers. No matter what anyone said, Stripedpaw believed that they could handle this more diplomatically.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]"I'm not hurting him," He pointed out, simply trying to hide frustration that his short-temper had gotten the best of him. If he had pinned the apprentice, the male was quickly get off him with a dip of his head in a silent apology. Hawktalon was quite the stubborn one - he didn't want to admit that he had done wrong. After being a loner for a year, he had a habit of being wary and suspicious of others. Stealing their resources, clan name, suspicious story - it all sounded like a spy from a rival clan to him.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL:
    - Cisgender male
    - Warrior of WindClan
    - Heteromantic Heterosexual
    - 4 years old
    - Feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions


    PHYSIQUE:
    - F1 Ashera (designer savannah cat)
    - 30 lbs, 4 feet on hind legs
    - Tall, muscular, sleek build


    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Former kittypet & loner
    - Family unknown


    COMBAT:
    - Extremely hard
    - Attack in bold white

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%]They needed them? Was going to have to stay here and debate with them all day? Tawnypaw wouldn't mind. Although he didn't have physical strength, the tortoiseshell's endurance was another story. But his weakness was exposed as soon as Hawktalon tackled him. "I don't have a Clan! Get off of me!"


    And his wish was granted when one of the brutes spoke up. He'd thank the WindClanner, if his Clanmate hadn't just jumped on him. "Can I just stay until next sun high, then? Help you guys out, with.. whatever it is you do, and I get some herbs in return when I leave?"