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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]The cat at the border was a sight to behold: decently sized with brown fur and aqua blue eyes, and nice, clean cut features, it was easy to assume that he had found a home that would fit him perfectly, as his brown fur blended in with the trees that freckled ThunderClan's forest territory. The only thing that seemed remotely off about the male was the somewhat round, chubby appearance he took on, different from the skinnier forms of cats left to live in the forest and thriving off of what was there. Precariously enough, a pile of four mice lay in the snow between his paws, plump and big; as if remembering he had them, he shifted his paws closer in an attempt to chase off any cold that dared to settle on the prey. "Hey there! My name's Fir, like the tree, and I'm here to join ThunderClan. And before you ask, I ain't no kittypet; I come from the farm, born and raised. I know how to hunt, and how to take care of myself and others. Hope it ain't too much, bringin' these here mice with me. It's an offerin', you see, since we got plenty o' mice up there from where I come from." his voice had a thick drawl, his words improper, but he came across as friendly and eager, his tail lashing in agitated excitement as he waited for a ThunderClanner to appear, 'cause surely they would! His ma had told him that they patrolled a lot around here, trying to keep the other cats off their territory.

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    Dawnbreeze wasn't on a patrol, she was just out stretching her legs when she heard an accented voice calling through the trees. The senior warrior picked up pace, going to investigate. She spotted the tom, and the mackerel cream tabby padded closer. "Hello Fir," she meowed with a friendly nod to the younger tom. "My name is Dawnbreeze, I'm a warrior of Thunderclan. Those are some nice mice you have. I guess you are a good hunter, eh?" she mewed, eyeballing them. They were nice and fat; they would provide a good meal for a few of her clanmates, and Starclan knows they could use it, in the middle of leafbare like it was.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Mossflight eyed the tom warily. She always disliked the everyone can join whenever they liked policy, she would allow it if she lived long enough to become leader, however she disliked it. She had to set standards. And Adderstar seemed to like it so currently the Clan lived by her policy, not Mossflight's. "Hey..." She pondered a moment. "Well it seems like you aren't going to be a burden or anything, so welcome to ThunderClan. I'm Mossflight," She shrugged. He seemed nice enough. Fir. That would be pretty easy to change into an apprentice's name, even if he was older than an apprentice, which he seemed a little small for. He looked around 8 moons to her, although she was bad at age guessing.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 375px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;]Breezepaw had been accompanying Dawnbreeze on the walk, taking the chance to mess with her friend while they were out in the snowy forest. The blue point bounded after Dawnbreeze, a bit lost in the snow thanks to her small size. Despite te cold and her rather short fur, the blue-eyed apprentice grinned as she stopped by Dawnbreeze.


    "Woah. Those look really good!! I'm sure everyone else will enjoy them once they get their paws on them," Breezepaw said enthusiastically, looking gratefully back up at Firpaw. She didn't remotely mention herself, in fact saying everyone else. She cared a lot for her clanmates, her friends, her nieces and nephews, her sister. And she simply thought it selfish. After her sister spoke, the apprentice sighed. "Welp, excuse my sister. The attitude runs in the family," she said with a narrow-eyed look, "and you shouldn't even be out here, Moss!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]The first one to greet the farm-cat was a rather attractive older female, and he offered her a friendly smile, his eyes lighting up when she started speaking. "Yes I am, ma'am, and I pride myself in being one of the best on the farm. But all I know is how to catch mice and nothin' much else, so I wouldn't mind learnin' how y'all do things around here, 'cause mice can get mighty tirin' after seven moons of eatin' it!" for someone that could often be clumsy and awkward, he was confident as he spoke, his chest puffing out unconsciously as he preened from the attention and pride he felt. Just then another she-cat came up, and he shrunk back into his earlier position slightly, somewhat intimidated by her bigger size and almost deadpan attitude; but that was no matter. "Heya Mossflight." he greeted, fighting back his reluctance and putting on a wide smile instead.


    Then there was another ThunderClanner, and boy, she was just as pretty as the ones before! Were all ThunderClanners this good-lookin', or were all the cats that he'd seen up at the farm just ugly? He perked up, his slim but healthy form rippling with renowned grace as he transitioned into a standing position, dipping his head to the younger cat before him. "That was my intention, miss. Y'all forest cats don't have much food down here, and I feel bad, with all the food we got at the farm. I'm happy that y'all will enjoy 'em." on second thought, he leaned forward and nudged them forward, a warm smile on his maw. "Since I think I'm now a ThunderClanner, wanna take 'em back to your camp with me? It was hard enough bringin' them all the way down here, and I don't wanna repeat the practice, if you know what I mean." he released a breathy chuckle at her next comment, but chose not to say anything, lest he provoke some kind of negative emotion from the large female called Mossflight.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]"Yeah, there's some variety here." She commented, and leaned forward to hear what he was saying to Breezepaw. Oh no he wasn't trying that. "I think I'll come too, if you know what I mean," She butted in, glaring at her sister pointedly. Don't even start.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; min-height: auto; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;] nightkit knew that if she wanted to leave camp, she would need to be very close and next to a warrior. so she made sure she was super duper close to her mother, the little black puff ball of fur easily seen against the snow. "hello!" she said, voice light and squeaky because of her age. "i'm nightkit! i-i'm gonna be the medicine cat apprentice when i get older, fir guy!"




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    Butterflypaw hated being around cats now. She didn't want to leave the Clan, but she didn't want to be around anyone. If that wasn't paradoxical enough she didn't know what was. "I'm sure you already know me, so why bother introducing myself?" She gave a short harsh laugh before falling silent and sighing. She eyed Nightkit but didn't say a thing, just stayed silent. She wasn't in the mood for a fight anyway.


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    Dawnbreeze responded to Breezepaw's impudence with an amused shake of her head. The apprentice's relationship with her sister was endearingly combative. The senior warrior flicked her ear when Fir mentioned the food shortage. He wasn't wrong, she just disapproved of the condescension she heard in his tone. Oh well, he probably didn't mean it, so she dismissed it. "I would be happy to carry one back to camp as well," she offered, noting with amusement the way he stared at Breezepaw, the flirtation, and smiling lightly as Mossflight got her fur in a ruffle over it.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 375px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;]"Sure, I don't mind helping. Although, they might be a bit .. snowy," she chuckled, referencing how rather short she was in her youth. The blue point apprentice grinned as she took a mouse in her jaw. She had been ready to turn when she heard her sister speak and Nightkit pad up.


    "Of course you will, Nightkit," Breezepaw said with a kind smile toward her niece. "Now why don't you get your mommy to carry you back to camp so you don't catch a cough, since you aren't suppose to be out here anyway," she said with a pointed look at her sister. The apprentice didn't acknowledge Butterflypaw besides a glance at the white she-cat, more focused on waiting for them to return to camp, more specifically before Nightkit got too cold.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; min-height: auto; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;] oh, yeah! she will get a cold, wont she? she nodded towards breezepaw vigorously, instead sitting near her mother's paws to wait for moss to give her permission to climb on. she didn't want to climb on without permission! she would get in trouble!




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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]"You're very welcome here as my deputy said, welcome to ThunderClan Fir."


    Her tone was a light rumble, firm but not unfriendly. Amber eyes alight with life her expression overall gave away little as the firebrand leader prowled forward to stand by Mossflight. From where she stood the molly stood at shoulder with Mossflight with thick, hardened muscles rippling beneath her sleek, battle-scarred pelt. The most formidable of her injuries being a massive scar that ran the length of her body blinding her eye and ending only at her back leg. "Here in ThunderClan we are more accepting of outsiders than the other clans but that doesn't mean we don't put them through their paces, you'll be expected to learn like any other apprentice and serve your clan like any other."


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