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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]Ann licked her lips, a mixture of saliva and blood running from the outer edge of her mouth. The small feline had been gutted, it's heart sucked of all blood, lips in a permanent scream. She shuttered as the delicious, warm blood travelled down her throat. This was heaven. Elegantly she held up the feline by it's neck before gulping down the blood from the large slash across it's neck. Once done she would toss it away.


    That was two hours ago far from any territory, but Anngerine felt her stomach crawl. She'd killed and eaten some poor cat. If not for the family curse that pumped through her veins one would see her as a monster. But there was nothing she could, after all it was the only way she could feed, or stop herself from killing everyone.


    The tired winged feline trudged around the edge of Windclan's border. With out a home Ann decided this place would work.


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    he would fucking kill to able to float once more. legs were just as useless as air was to him (which really wasn't considering that he needed to breathe now). the large black lab padded slowly over to the border, having been nearby testing out his legs when he caught the whiff of an unknown person. peering down at her, the canine raised a non-existent eyebrow. "yo. name and uh... business."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]Startled by the stranger she turned around. Oh, it was just some silly boy who was speaking a standard welcome. "My name is, uh, it's Angerine," she muttered, blushing with embarrassment over her peculiar name. Her pet spider Boxxi sensed distress and so scurried to his owner's shoulder. The many beady eyes watched. "I'm going to join," was all she could think to say, "and you can call me Ann."


    Calmly she let her wings go to full height, her whole body shaking as she stretched. "Is there any places a girl can get some veggies?"


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Veggies..?" Cherviltea blinked, somewhat surprised by the inquiry. "Uh, well, I don't know where to specifically find them, though.. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a vegetable patch somewhere in the fields, maybe somewhere around the orchard." Honestly, the collie hadn't quite come across anyone ever growing vegetation besides herbs and flowers - or had he, and had he managed to forget? No, he surely would have recalled such a peculiar diet.


    "Oh and, welcome to the clan, Ann." The collie opted to add, drawing to a halt by Frisk, and tugging his maw into a light smile. "I'm Cherviltea Xerses, by the way." He figured that it'd be best for him to introduce himself, also, as anyone would do. Anngerine was a rather peculiar name, which Cherviltea hadn't actually heard of, prior to now - though he supposed that there was something somewhat enchanting and rhythmic about her alias, despite her wishing to be called by her shorter and admittedly easier to phrase, nickname.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]She needed to remember that normal animals didn't eat vegetables. Just...Well, eating small animals or prey didn't do it for her, unless the animal was related to the feline family. Vegetables, cats, and from time to time milk could help. Anything but those made her want to throw up. "Ah, good! I'm sort of a vegan..." Ann said, her eyes widening.


    "Thank you Cherviltea, I'm new to this clan thing. Kinda, I used to live with my mom Rasbel but we clash a little," and that was too much information. She laughed, embarrassed through and through.


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    There was nothing Greypaw liked more than welcoming a pretty lady into the Clan. There were probably a few things he liked more, actually. But this was still pretty good. Even though she had weird wings. He was getting more accustomed to seeing mutated animals, though. The chocolate and white tabby trotted over and offered Ann his most dashing grin. "Welcome to WindClan, Annie," Greypaw greeted, wondering if it bothered her to be called Annie. He sorted of hoped it did. "My name's Greypaw. Let me know if you need anything."[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; border-bottom: 4px solid #161616; margin-top: -10px;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]Ann was glad everyone so far was welcoming, because while she hated to admit it she was pretty sensitive. Politely her wing folded back into place so not to make herself seem aggressive. For now she was fine with playing a sweet damsel. After all it's what the feline desperately wanted to be. "Hi!" She whipped out her biggest smile, eyes squinting from her chubby cheeks. "But I'm not Annie, well, I guess you could say Annie? Angerine, Annie...It works." Like a dork she over examined teasing, of course.


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