sharpen your knife | o, joining

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]
Its form was unstable, barely holding any resemblance to an earthly being. Rather, it was a writhing mass of shadows and stardust, tinged with purple and blue and dotted with the faintest of stars. It was still trying to figure out this whole "body" thing; being nothing more than a cloud was so simple and easy, though from what it had seen, no one else looked like that. Just it. Not even its siblings were as uncanny as itself, though its memory was foggy so it may have been mistaken.

Everyone's got eyes, recalled the thing. And so it forced open its own and took in its surroundings with mild curiosity. Where was it? Certainly not Riverclan, though this didn't bother it in the slightest; all of its siblings had dispered when they got the chance, and Death and Lirim hadn't seemed to mind. But they were big and important, having other things to worry about than a handful of otherwordly spawn they had shaped together on a whim. Had it cared to give the circumstances any thought, it would have wondered what exactly they had hoped to achieve by bringing them into this world. Not a functional family, certainly.

It sprouted a pair of pricked, canid ears as it drifted on past the border, but other than that, it was shapeless for the time being.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]
One single eye, this molly had. It liked that; made her look pretty cool. And so the creature at first didn't respond, instead trying to mimick her appearance, but after a moment determined that neither of its own eyes were going anywhere. What a shame! It couldn't even blink.

Its chilling gaze flicked over to the next stranger to approach as she introduced herself. It could sense uneasiness coming from both of them, moreso the younger one. Was it truly that odd? Perhaps; it was nothing more than a ball of cloudy shadows, after all. Would a more recognizable form put them at ease? Thoughtful, it sprouted a pair of stubby legs ending in little paws and allowed its form to compress until it had shaped itself a torso. "I'm nothing," it told them, and though a smiling muzzle was beginning to extend from its face, its voice was toneless. "Death named me Zilch, though. Same difference, but call me that if ya want." It was entertaining to it, its parents' idea of decent names for their children. Its own meant nothing, one's was quite literally Nothing, another's was just some random numbers and letters, and Hope.

Why did they get to be blessed with the one good moniker?

By now it had taken a real form, and though it had tried to model itself after the pair before it, there were some mistakes. Its snout was too long, its ears large and erect. There were holes near its mouth, revealing jagged teeth beneath what was supposed to be skin. It floated just above the ground. "Tell me, what's a Boneclan? An ambassador? I'm new to this world."