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    "Where am I? Why did this happen to me?" that was what the young tiger kit could think of. From the time he was born all he knew were twolegs, and his mother. Nothing else, no smaller house cats, no frogs, no birds, no nothing. Then all of sudden he was thrown out, hearing his twoleg owners claiming that he would become too dangerous. All the while walking aimlessly towards whatever place he deemed safe. Then he smelled all theses smells, all these unknown smells, these foreign smells. He kept walking towards these smells, as they got stronger, he got even more worried. "What if the things that I smell turn me away, where will I go then?" Ezekiel doubted that would happen, but that seed had already been planted. "Umm, hello? Anyone here?" he said quietly as he approached a clearing that looked like an entrance of some sort. "I don't mean to bother anyone, nor do I intend to hurt you." Ezekiel added.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]"You're a little too small to hurt anyone here." The voice was soft but very much masculine as the shadow beast slowly pulled himself out of the darkness that surrounded much of the jungle area. His eyes focused on the tiger cub with deep interest but there was also a sense of dread at being so close to a mere child. He shifted just slightly, angling his ears forward as he walked a bit closer, the massive hound tilting his head to the side. "Well, what's your name? You've found yourself on Shadowclan's land at the moment."


    info — updated 01/03

    info — updated 01/03

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    "Oh, hi there. Umm, my name is Ezekiel, at least that's what they called me." the young cub said, looking up at the very large dog-like creature. "Wow, you sure are big..." he pointed out before realizing the potential mistake he made. That was a common problem of the tiger, often saying, or pointing out things out loud that probably shouldn't be said."Sorry sir, it just slipped out." he said with worry in his voice. Hoping that the large hound hadn't heard his comment, he attempted to change the subject. "If you don't mind me asking, but what is Shadowclan?" Ezekiel asked. "Oh great, now I've blown my chance at joining this group. I always do that" he thought to himself.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Humor filled the burning gaze of the hound for a second. He had had comments on his height before and he didn't mind them now. The male sat down finally and he felt his muzzle curve into a smile. "It's fine. I'm not offended at all so don't worry." He wondered if the child wss okay as he seemed rather nervous but he didn't comment on it just yet. "It's nice to meet you, Ezekiel. Shadowclan is a group of animals that live together as a family. We protect each other and provide for each other. If you want to join you can. I'm Radio by the way."


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    "You aren't, oh ok." replied the young cub with a sigh of relief following. Turning his head around, taking in his surroundings of this strange new place. Then he turned his attention back to the hound. "Nice to meet you Mr. Radio. Oh and you may call me Zeke if you would like." he replied, then adding, "I can? Is there anything that I have to do, Sir?". Ezekiel had now started to feel more relaxed, knowing that he had not royally messed up his chances, as he had before with the other groups that he had run into before stumbling upon Shadowclan. "Are you guys like the other group?" he asked. As he asked that question, he took a seat and started forming more questions in his head, so many questions that it became hard to think. All of a sudden, a murder of crows came flying up from the south, startling Ezekiel, leading to his large, and long tail to puff up for a quick second before he calmed down.


    ooc: btw, he is super proper, hence the "Mr." and the "Sir"