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    He had been told there was clans he would and wouldn't want to visit, in Blizzardclan his friends said anything neutral was okay along with those in The Foundation had said the same thing. The alabaster white wolf found himself becoming a beacon within the southern outskirts of Shadowclan's jungle, it was dark here, something he wasn't use to. But his bright blue eyes were still able to see clearly through it all. Stepping over an overgrown root, he sniffed the air lightly, he knew he could be punished for being here, but honestly the adolescent wolf was lost and could not find his way out.


    When he moved forward a little he attempted walking over another, but much smaller root, but ended up on landing on his face and groaning quite loudly. He didn't mean to attract attention, but in all honesty, he sucked at being stealthy. He didn't learn a lot of life lessons being on his own and he was new to clan and group life.
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    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]Finch was too, like a beacon in the dark forest. Her spotless white fur stood out from a long way away. She had, however, learned how to use the thick rainforest junngle to her advantage - to help her hide, if you will.


    On the subject of looks, she wasn't a lot to look at. She was a small, white domestic with abnormally large ears and oddly short legs. She was fairly self conscious of it, but not here in Shadowclan. She was used to her clanmates and they didn't make fun of her anymore.


    Her short legs carried her in strides towards the white canine. They didn't have any canines so white in Shadowclan, so she knew immediately that it was someone strange. Her blue eyes narrowed, and her long tail swept across the jungle floor, stirring the soft grasses.


    She navigated through the underbrush until she was behind the canine, observing his form with bright blue eyes. She hadn't gotten a good look at his face, but he didn't seem too on guard. He wasn't a threat - she could tell from his body language. Perhaps, if he was here looking for trouble, he would be a threat - but his relaxed shoulders and lack of alerted movement showed he wasn't here to cause trouble.


    "Blizzardclan?" she asked, emerging from a thick, jungley bush. Were they neutrals? She'd have to check up on that. She was curious as to this male's wearabouts here, though.










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    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Nightwatcher(assistant deputy)
    -12 months
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color.
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.


    He had moved to just sit down instead, a bit tired of wandering around aimlessly and his instincts told him to howl to get attention from others that might understand his wolfish language. He knew there were others out there who could interpret the howl of a wolf outside of just the species, he's met many creatures who could decipher the notes within his voice.


    He lifted his paw up to check and see if he had maybe stepped on something that had caused his fall or perhaps the root was the 'root' of all his problems. Oh how that would've been a joke to tell in Blizzardclan... no one would have laughed but himself of course. He wasn't that good when it came to humor, he was actually quite awkward in that department truth be told. Sighing he rubbed his paw against his cheek, tooth sore from the bones he had gnawed on this morning during breakfast. His eyes closed slowly as he tried to soften the pain, but the sound and sudden appearance of a rather small feline had the wolf immediately out of character as he let off a small squeak before attempting to scramble away.


    His attempt fell short as he fell on his back then moved to stand up, his piercing gaze met hers in confusion before he remembered where he was and who she could possibly be. He didn't allow his nervousness to show as he spoke to her, "Blizzardclan, yes. Sorry I got myself a little lost within your jungle." The wolf had recovered enough so that his voice sounded more solid and sure of himself even if his mind did shout warnings at him about there being others and possibly being taken as prisoner and tortured.
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    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]Finch Harbringer
    [font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif']    Finch tried to keep up her sophisticated way of greeting the male - he was, after all, in her domain - but when he squeaked and felt over, she gasped, and ran over, her tail bushed out as she examined him. She was really only having a bit of fun, confronting him like that. Blizzardclan was, after all, an ally.


    [color=#94B7BF]"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." she apologized, her large ears pricked, and a smile dancing on the corners of her lips. "Shadowclan and Blizardclan are allies. You don't need to worry, I won't hurt you." she said, her tail waving from side to side.


    [color=#94B7BF]She was still iffy on who exactly Shadowclan's allies were. She was glad she didn't have to remember who the neutrals were anymore, due in part to the fact that they didn't have any neutrals anymore.
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    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Nightwatcher(assistant deputy)
    -12 months
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color.
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.


    He calmed down a little, her ears he had found a little bit of humor in, they seemed too big for her body, but it gave her a cutesy sort of look he guessed. He shrugged and sat down, "In all honesty, I had no clue we were allies... I kind of just sort of was heading towards another group called The Foundation for a brief visit and got really side tracked." He looked around, "Good thing we are allies though.." he paused a little and his eyes met hers again. "Otherwise I'm pretty sure there are some scary people here who could do me some harm."


    "My name is Rorik by the way, Civilian of The Foundation and regular clan member of Blizzardclan." He use to feel proud of his titles until he found out that a lot of his friends could pull rank on him and basically kick his ass.
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    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]"It's alright. Things are changing so often that some days I forget who our allies are, too." Finch said, smiling at the hound. She flicked her long tail and listened to him talk. The foundation? She had never heard of it, but she didn't get around to other clans much. At least, not yet.


    "Well, it's nice to meet you Rorik, I'm Finch - like the bird!" she added that last part in, giggling. She loved birds - probably because she was named after one.
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    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Nightwatcher(assistant deputy)
    -12 months
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color.
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.


    He could understand a clan born member not having gone to many places, in reality he hadn't gone to many places and he had been born in a pack and kicked out when he became four months old. Apparently he was thick sculled back then and didn't know when it was appropriate to eat, he would try eating before the Alpha pair and was punished quite frequently for what he was doing. When he turned four was when it was decided that he had knowledge of his own actions and was old enough to understand right from wrong.


    But Rorik had always been a cheerful pup and never saw the negative but always went after the positive, being kicked from the pack made him realize his mistakes and how cruel life could be. He had, after all, survived on his own for the last eight months. His skills in fighting weren't superb, hence the scars along his shoulders and hind quarters from the claws and teeth of a puma, but he was an excellent hunter. He nodded a little, "Its nice to meet you then... I don't think I've ever seen a Finch before, what kind of birds do you have in your territory?" He looked at her, really looked at her and observed her features and actions. "Are finch's white like you or are you just a big fan of them?" The wolf was curious about why she was named after such a creature, he liked birds, they braved the sky and it's unknown elements. They were braver than him and he admired them.
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    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]Finch chuckled as he asked what a finch exactly was. For the longest time, Finch herself hadn't known what a Finch was. She had known it was a bird, but had never really seen one, so she understood his question. "Well, a Finch is a bird - it's small, and it's cute and, well, it can come in lots of different colors." she explained, lowering her hindquarters to the ground. "I don't know why I'm named that - maybe one day I'll find out."


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    [center][font='tins new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Nightwatcher(assistant deputy)
    -12 months
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color.
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.