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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]With a quiet sigh, the newest member of DarkClan gazed around her new home. Her injured paw was still held carefully off the ground, but for the moment she was distracted from her pain. The camp was impressive, to say the least—she had been imagining something more along the lines of holes in the ground.


    The ginger tabby and white she-cat padded a few steps further, eyeing the entrances of the caves and wondering which one belonged to—what had the others called him? Thrushmumble? Her new clan's naming system was still confusing to the former kittypet, but she hadn't had the opportunity to question anyone about it yet. Hopefully this Thrushmumble, whoever he was, wouldn't be bothered by her chattering and questions, because she had plenty she wanted to say and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to hold it in.


    "Um, hello? Thrushmumble? Thrushmumble!"


    OOC: She has a mildly sprained forepaw and a nice little collection of minor scrapes and bruises.[/justify][/fancypost]

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    The awkward tom shot to attention, cobwebs strewn across his face, a stray leaf caught in the fur of his round, childlike face. "You, uh, came at a bad time. L-lots of stuff! Um, serious important business..." he brushed the leaf away, his fur fluffing up with embarassment. "...stuff." Almost as soon as he began, his eyes locked on her wounds, however slight they may be. Eyes wide, barely a heartbeat passed between his monologue and his continued words. "Let me check you out! Kind of scraped up--looks like you might bruise, but, uh, not bleeding profusely, paw looks twisted but not broke, so, um, yeah," he rattled off brightly, seeming a touch excited as he looked through the wall of herbs for what he might need. "Clear vision? Ringing ears? Does anything sting? Oh, and I'll need to know what happened to you too," he chirped, not sparing a glance as he started selecting herbs. He hesitated, glanced at Sumac, then flushed, smiling nervously. "Oh, and, uh, duh! Hahah. What did you say your name was?"



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]So this was Thrushmumble. The cream tabby tom wasn't exactly what Sumacpaw had been expecting, but his rambling reminded her of her own tendencies and he seemed friendly enough. "I'm Sol—oops, I mean Sumacpaw. I'm new. I mean, obviously. Hi," the tabby and white she-cat introduced herself. She shifted carefully on her three good paws before launching into a long-winded explanation. "My owners… former owners…? They abandoned me. Tossed me out of the car. They didn't even stop all the way, just opened the door and tossed me out. I'm still not sure why. It wasn't too bad—it was grassy where I landed, but I rolled down into the ditch and messed up my paw. Then I walked for, like, a long time—a really long time, okay—and ended up here. It's been a really long day." She punctuated this statement with a wide yawn. "Oh yeah, but my eyes and ears are fine, I think. My cuts are stinging, though. They have been for a while, so they aren't as bad as they were when I first got them, but they're still not great. Well, obviously they're not great, I mean, they're cuts, so…" she trailed off with an embarrassed flicker of her ears. "So, um, what's your job here?"[/justify][/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Sumacpaw seemed almost useless, like a preppy little kittypet. But after hearing her story, she didn't sound too bad. For a feline where forest land seemed alien with an injured paw and bleeding, he was impressed she didn't give up on living but instead was determined to survive and find a way. After all, the snow was a terrible element to go against. Cherrystar had been subtly watching Sumacpaw as she moved around the territory and camp, and was quite surprised to see Thrushmumble in such a mess. He had known the male was awkward, but not to the extent he found displaced. Oh well.
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    [size=9pt]Ashpaw was actually slightly excited to see Thrushmumble. Even if the small tom didn't believe that a lack of violence was always the answer anymore, he still had a preference of medicine cat over warrior, and Thrushmumble was the medicine cat here. "I can help."The kid offered, actually trying to be at least a little helpful for once.[/size]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]With a curious tilt of her head, Sumacpaw inquired of Ashpaw, "Is Thrushmumble your… mentor? Or are you too old for a mentor? Or, wait, are mentors just for new cats?"


    OOC: Sorry, low muse bc I'm so tired. Just drove 200 miles.[/justify][/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He almost snorted slightly in amusement of Sumacpaw's question. However, she was still foreign to the territory and rank system. It wasn't as if she would pick everything up in the span of one night. "Ashpaw's mentor is Coalstreak. In Clans there are different paths you can take. The Medicine Cat path is something you are chosen to take, whereas the Warrior path is default," he said, wondering if he had simplified the idea enough, "Only apprentices have mentors. A medicine cat apprentice will have a medicine cat as their mentor, whereas normal apprentices have a warrior as their mentor. So to answer, not only new cats have mentors."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"Right. Okay, then," Sumacpaw replied steadily, filing away the new information with the rest of her growing knowledge regarding the clan system. "And you're in charge, right? Were you a warrior before all that?"[/justify][/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]The moment Bluekit appeared on the scene, he glued himself to Cherrystar's side, ears twitching nervously. Whatever this discussion was, it sounded important -- and there were a lot of new words flying around. Warrior, mentor, medicine cat. He'd been given a brief run-through of how things worked in DarkClan, but he'd been too confused for much of it to stick. Now was as good a time as ever to have a review. Thrushmumble had the nasty-smelling herbs, so he was probably the medicine cat. Cherrystar was the leader, of course. The other two...Bluekit had no idea about them.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]quinn stalked up to the slowly growing group, her gaze intent on sumacpaw. what an interesting name. she didn't particularly like it, but that didn't really matter now, did it? she took a seat and curled her tail tightly around her black paws. "everyone is a warrior at some point, except for the medicine cat usually." she explained. "they're what make up the bulk of the clan."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Sumacpaw immediately brightened at the sight of another cat who couldn't have been too much younger than her. "Hey there!" she chirped, but she broke off when she noticed the way Bluekit had attached himself to Cherrystar's side.


    The increasingly familiar sight of her calico-pelted mentor drew her attention before her silence could become too awkward, and Sumacpaw turned uncertainly toward her mentor. "So you'll train me to become a warrior." It wasn't exactly a question, but she was looking for some sort of confirmation—and a way to judge if her initial impression that Quinn didn't exactly like her was accurate.[/justify][/fancypost]