FUTURE HEARTS / O; SHC + GIFTS

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    There was some part of Darkpaw's heart that would always be uncomfortable with the smell of this border. They were an enemy of WindClan's and considering that that was the first place that had claimed his heart, a section of him would always belong there. A tiny little sliver, maybe, but something. Still, he's moved on. A Vanguard of ShadowClan now, he understands that there is no point to be made in clinging so tightly to a place that had failed him, in the end. They no longer knew him, and he no longer knew them. No, the only person from WindClan that mattered was by his side. That alone was making this journey a good bit easier, enough so that the mixed canine was grinning around the basket he carried carefully between his teeth. His head was tipped in a manner that hurt his neck and he didn't like the atmosphere of this place (seriously, rotted corpses? disgusting), but Red's good company, and he's always been someone who likes long walks. All seems well, when he set it down and stretches, turning an all too easy smile towards the collie, considering what he says next.


    "Think they ever get used to the smell of rot?" Then he shrugs. "You wanna do the honors?" Announcing their presence, or whatever. It seems fitting, that's all. He's that kind of person.
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    info | updated 10/16/2016
    info | updated 10/16/2016

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    tags 10/16/16

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    Red has long since stopped feeling nervous when it comes to ShadowClan's allies. He feels an odd tickle in his throat, occasionally, an unfamiliar tick, but it's not uncomfortable, just.. new. WindClan is no longer his home, and it hurts, but he's felt alienated too many times. From being left behind during the ScarClan raid — abandoned, as he knows it — to nobody bothering to send out a rescue patrol when he was tortured in the Exiles, his body battered beyond belief, to the point where much of the lasting damage today comes from that event, Red is.. bitter about the place. He never felt welcome, snapped at and frowned at, and he sometimes responded in kind, sure, but his heart was in the right place, his intentions good, and he was just a kid. Still is, but.. older. Hurt. Bruised and worn, fraying at the edges. A real mess, Red. Don't deny it. He's not. I'm not.


    But ShadowClan's healing him. It's a sluggish process, but he has Dark, and Dark makes it better, most of the time. Stops the pain from crawling through his veins and stopping his heart entirely, so now he's just.. numb. But numb is better than destructive, and the collie's grateful for that, even if he can't exactly put it into words. Dark's been rescuing him since the first time they met, anyway. He owes it to the guy to stick by his side — and he enjoys the company. "Maybe," he says, falling into place beside the other canine at the border. "If they didn't, they'd not stay here, would they?" It's a good point, though, and Red inhales, fighting back the urge to gag and sweeping the territory with pale blue eyes. Do the honours? "Sure. Your fault if I get it wrong, though." Light and easy, followed by a breath. "Hey, anyone there? We're nothing special, really, just two ShadowClanners with gifts and some news. At least one of our offerings'll be interesting, I guarantee." ShadowClanners. It feels.. right. He likes it.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color: white;]"Nothing special? I doubt that. Anyone belonging to one of our allies is extremely special, at least in my eyes." Eva spoke as she lazily lounged in a tree branch located just above the two ShadowClanners. The golden leader preferred that spot when it came to greeting visitors since she could see them coming from afar. "I'm Evangeline, leader of BloodClan. Thank you for the gifts. And what news do you two carry?" the ocelot continued, curling her ivory claws into the bark of the tree limb as she stood up for grip before hopping down and settling down before the ShadowClanners.


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    [justify]"How nice," Amour commented lightly as she joined her leader, flanking her to the right as she examined the Shadowclanners. The cheetah appreciated how often their allied groups came with presents to strengthen their bonds, and she had to wonder if Bloodclan was slacking a bit in this respect. Blinking as she considered this, she stayed silent to await any further news.
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    info — updated 10/15

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