[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]ThunderClan was an awful place, one he was glad to put behind him. While he had not pledged his loyalty to them, he had simply stayed until he had healed. Hux was, however, fortunate they had allowed him to stay and mended his torn tendons and beaten up self. Where had he come from before? He would not say, not anymore, that was. The ebony canine was lost, unsure of where he was, but having been given directions, the male had found his way to the BlizzardClan border. It smelt much different than ThunderClan, but it appeared to be nicer, cleaner, and much more lively. Despite now being able to walk, his hind legs would occasionally tremor, threatening to give out if he continued to push himself. Feeling one of the said tremors, the former general sat, yellow eyes looking out. "Hello?" the great dane called out, "my name is Armitage Hux. I'm here to join." Was that how it went? To be frank, he really did not care one way or the other.
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