LUCKY ONES / OPEN, JOINING

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    She had stayed here a year ago for what, two days? Yeah. Juvenile and RiverClan had never really gotten to know each other, but the deer would nevertheless come back. She needed a master, someone to serve. It was in her nature as a prey animal, after all. Hah. There was a time where the former SunClanner said she could do without a purpose, but those days were over now. The Assassin just needed somewhere stable to crash, before a contract she made could end and she could leave. The young buck had a few accessories, thank god, that distinguished her from most prey animals around here. She had braces, metal ones, that cuffed around three of her legs, the last remaining leg -- her right hind, being covered with a bandaged that needed to be changed. On her left front brace there was a long knife fixed into the metal, allowing her to fight. Mostly. She couldn't really shapeshift, in fact, Juvenile had most powers aside from shapeshifting. Eh, the apprentice was fine with it.


    "hello?" Called the deer, her white tail swishing as she chewed on her own saliva, anxiety bubbling in her stomach. With other clans, Juvey had a reputation of being fairly cool and smooth, but on the inside she was quite shy. "this is riverclan, right?"

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; font-family: arial; line-height:105%; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]Ivylee was literally bouncing over to the border where the deer stood, bobbing her head as if jamming to a song before coming to a stop, and flashing a smile toward the stranger. "That's right! May I ask why you're here?" She began to speak, inquiring the usual inquiries, while her tail happily wagged to and fro. Typical Ivylee. There didn't seem to be a day that passed when the small dog was grumpy or unexcited when meeting newcomers. Her positive and upbeat attitude never seemed to fade away - somehow she always had this boundless energy that she couldn't contain. "Oh - my name is Ivylee, by the way!" If this one really was shy, then Ivy wouldn't hesitate to try and push her out of her comfort zone.
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    Juvenile couldn't help but gawk at the little child as she made her way over. Ok, so perhaps Ivylee was older than six months but Juvenile was also a very tall, male, buck. Everything seemed very tiny to the former SunClanners. Looking down at the ivory female, the female decided to be polite and bent over to meet the Deputy's eyes. "good, good." Hummed Juvey, putting a charming smirk on her face before rubbing her tanned jawbone with her hoof. "although... i was expecting a little more than one person, are there more of you here?" Getting up on her hooves, Juvenile pretended to look behind the apprentice jokingly.


    "but yes, ivylee, i am juvenile innocence and fair sentencing, a bit of a mouthful -- so call me juvenile innocence only, or just nile. thank you." she was starting to wonder when she'd get to the point, and she began to falter. "and uh... yes, yes, i am joining."

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;] "welcome to riverclan then, i'm rue- it's nice to meet you!" blindly, she stumbled somewhat, though it seemed to have been caused by nothing in particular, but easily picked herself back up. shuddering the light layer of dirt from her silvery-white pelt, her cloudy rose-hued eyes steadily gazed forward as she approved the border. parting her maw, the albino picked up the scents of ivylee and this stranger that she was greeting in a friendly manner.


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    "That's a weird name," remarked the stocky feline as she approached the group, brow quirked. Who called their kid Juvenile of all things? If anything, she would find it a bit insulting if she were an adult with such a name. "I'm Honeypaw. Welcome to Riverclan; let me know if you want a tour or you have any questions." She figured she'd have to step up her game when it came to that stuff now that she was training to be a riverguard.
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    The cheetah padded over. That was indeed a deer. His ears flicked, his wings - which had been risen from his back a few minutes ago - fluttered as he stood there. Sam's gaze tilted as Nile's tone faltered. "Samuel. Welcome to Riverclan. If I could lead you back to the cave...?" He said, glancing towards the giant waterfall that hid their home. Spooky, it was.




    [spoiler=tags, updated 10/9]general:
    samuel | sam, dislikes being called sammy
    intersex - identifies as genderfluid, uses he/him pronouns
    pansexual panromantic monoamarous | single
    riverclan | riverguard trainee | npc x npc |
    mortal w/ vampiric tendancies {favors demon blood}
    miscarriaged litter | sick





    physical:
    - wooly cheetah, white/blue eyes, half moon circle brand on left shoulder





    injuries:
    - 100% health





    personality:
    - angry {at everything and himself}, unpredictable, terrified of himself, full of grief, remorse, distracted, calm, quiet, strong {physically}, wrathful, cruel, and always puts on a fake happy face





    powers:
    - all powers
    - blood/tears are a light black





    confrontation:
    - physically hard, nearly impossible mentally
    - attack in [color=#301B00]bold #301B00

    - can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler]
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; font-family: arial; line-height:105%; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]Ivylee took the time to quickly cast smiles to Rue, Samuel and Honeypaw as they came by, nodding to them in recognition before facing the new joiner once again. "Ah, okay!" She exclaimed, the speed of her tail wagging picking up rather rapidly. She liked to think that this one seemed quite kind and decent already, though most did in the small dog's eyes. "Welcome then! I'm the Deputy here, so if you ever need me, don't hesitate to find me!" She then casted a small glance toward Honeypaw, as if scolding her for Juvenile that the newcomer had a weird name. That just didn't seem like something that anybody should say out loud, right in front of the person that they were talking about.
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