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    A Maine Coon with blue smoke fur was making his way across the territory. Of course he knew that he had crossed the border, but he honestly couldn't have cared less. What did borders mean to him? It seemed this tom had ended up with a lack of understanding due to his kittypet past. He had left out of boredom, and a burning desire for more. So he had ran away. Unfortunately, his twolegs had decided to run after him. Left with no choice, the former kittypet had been forced to attack the twolegs that had taken care of him for so many moons. And for some reason, it had felt good. He was a very strong cat, though obviously paired up against powerful twolegs there was less that he could do. But when the blood had begun to trickle out of those scratches that he had left with long, sharp claws - well, he had enjoyed the feeling.


    Anyway, here he was. Of course he hadn't blindly stumbled into ShadowClan - he had been observing the ways of Clan cats for a very long time now. He hadn't come to respect the majority of their rituals, and StarClan was nothing but a fake story to frighten kits. Once you died, you were gone. That was that. Maybe that was the reason why the smoke coloured tom had decided to leave his comfortable home and go out in search of something new and exciting. He wanted to live his life to the fullest, and he knew that in ShadowClan, he would be able to.


    His name had previously been Kodiak. And he loved the name, though he didn't intend on using it to join this Clan. They shouldn't have the pleasure of knowing who he really was. It wasn't like the former kittypet didn't trust them - he simply would prefer it if they referred to him with a different name. The feline knew he would see it as a more formal approach. Now, he had decided to give those cute ShadowClanners a treat. Thanks to his spying, he had quickly found out that they had some pretty odd names. And he had decided that he would be generous enough to adopt one of these names himself. It wouldn't be anywhere near as carefully thought out as anything else in his life, though. This new name would mean nothing to him. Thoughts rushing unusually quickly in his mind, he had decided on Quickjaw. Like, snapping out quickly with deadly teeth at the enemy. Well, he didn't really care what it sounded like anyway. This was the most generous he would ever be.


    The large feline didn't grow close to others easily. It wasn't that he wasn't trusting, it was simply that many cats just made him feel bored. They weren't entertaining enough, and he didn't find himself caring about them. This guy really could be the loving type in the end, but an emotion like that didn't come around easily. It was probably for the best, anyway. Love, romantic, platonic, would only get in the way of him achieving his true goals. In most cases, this feline did things for himself, not for others. Being loyal to ShadowClan was not something he intended on doing, unless they deserved his loyalty and love. However, if he did find someone he really, really cared about, he would command them to call him by the name of Kodiak. It was like a little treat, and felt intimate in his opinion.


    He carried on walking, no clear scent on him. A bit of kittypet, but it was pretty faint due to his hesitation before joining the Clan. And, here he was.

    With a sharp, spitting hiss, a lanky black form stepped out from the underbrush, separating from the shadows. "Halt. Who are you," Lizardbreath growled, unsheathing her claws. "And what are you doing on ShadowClan territory?" His scent was muddled and strange, his fur carrying with it the scent of all the places he'd been before here, but she picked up a hint of kittypet. Every warrior worth his or her salt could read a scent signature, even if it was faint, and with disgust she thought about all the 'former' kittypets and loners that now called themselves ShadowClanners and dared to walk beside her as though they were equals. As if a kittypet would ever hope to be anything other than a kittypet.


    And what if he was another one of those joiners? She should run him out right then and there, kill him even, to prevent him from muddying the purity of the Clan even more... but the Code was the law. If he didn't qualify as a threat she could get in trouble.


    So she would give him a chance to answer her.

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    "I would like to know that as well." Snakestar huffed as he appeared beside Lizardbreath, angling his ears towards the stranger. He scented the area, desperate to identify a scent, and he narrowed his eyes. He smelled of kittypet. The black tom's fur bristled and he snarled, "And have you no sense of smell? You're testing my patience." This one was obviously a kittypet. He didn't know squat about respecting the borders! He was so close to shredding his fur off.


    // welcome to shadowclan!! don't mind snakey :p

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    [center][fancypost=background: transparent; width: 50%][align=justify][size=8]Irispaw's ears angled toward the sound of muffled voices not a short distance away from her in the territory. Out of curiosity, she began to make her way over to group, catching onto Lizardbreath's and Snakestar's threats. The queen's approach to a stranger was probably how she should react whenever she spotted an intruder, like Snakestar commonly showed them, including towards her when the apprentice had been a loner, intrigued by the way of the Clans and seeking to join. Maybe she would take after Lizardbreath's example instead of being polite to visitors. That kind of behavior might harm her in the future.


    Her bright yellow gaze fell upon the strange Maine coon as she reached the circle of cats, her whiskers twitching with interest as she seated herself by Lizardbreath. She parted her maw and detected the faint scent of Twolegs that normally clung onto the pelts of the term she had come to know as "kittypets." Iris suddenly noticed how they were rather deep into the swampy territory; this feline sure was brave if he had gone this far into the marsh, especially since she didn't smell any fear-scent on him. What a ballsy kittypet.


    /welcome to the clan!

    //thanks, and lol, I know how snakeys like. quick should be careful


    Honestly, he would have preferred walking to show his defiance, but he was an idiot. There was no point in walking past a cat whom he could inform of his desire to join. So he stopped, but his white paws kneaded the ground impatiently. Deep down, he couldn't help but feel a tad fearful. He had attacked his own twolegs to join these cats - what if they rejected him? He didn't want to get into a fight, but if they didn't let him in, it could end that way. Well, as long as nobody else appeared...


    Of course. Another cat appeared, and this one looked pretty powerful, as if he was in charge. And then a third came up, but they remained silent. Were they intimidated? Did he want them to be intimidated? He didn't know. Power over others was important, and ruling through fear was both and good and an interesting idea. But what if he ended up liking one of these cats for some reason? What if he ended up feeling personal bonds? It didn't happen often, but it did worry him. Whatever. The smoke furred feline wanted these cats to like him for who he was, so there was no need for him to change himself.


    "The name's Quickjaw. I'm here to join ShadowClan. And before you say anything, don't try to tell me that I don't know how a Clan works. I've been observing the lives of Clans from afar, and I've been interested enough in them to leave behind all that I've ever known, and I've chosen to join you lot. Ah, you should feel honoured to have someone like me as a member," he gave a smirk, showing off sharp, pointy teeth. For a former kittypet, it did seem that he was rather strong. It was clear that he had been born with quite a good body, and his time away from his home had only made him grow more powerful. "And I do have a sense of smell. I'm in ShadowClan territory, and you're ShadowClan cats."

    [center][fancypost=background: transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: silver; line-height: 13px;]"aren't you cocky," batpaw muttered under his breath as he approached the stranger, quickjaw, hearing his little introduction. they were lucky to have a member like him? oh, batpaw so wanted to make him eat his own words. despite the other's obvious strength, batpaw didn't like the idea of a kittypet walking amomg them, especially when he could still smell the faint scent of the twolegplace on his smokey fur. he didn't say anything else, and unless quickjaw had heard the quiet remark that he'd said earlier, it would appear as if he'd said absolutely nothing.


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    [center][fancypost=width:500px;text-align:justify;]next to join the group would be the freak show-esque individual that went by the alias twoface. he would sidle up, a ghost among guards, no words coming from him as his took in the scene with a trio of imploring optics, two fixated with all the intensity of the living and one blank and unseeing as that of one long passed. he was hesitant to disagree with the hostility their leader shown having heard that they'd - the clans, at least. two could only assume shadowclan themselves fit into that - been spied upon. understandable that one would want to know what they were approaching. but lurking could hold darker intentions.


    "honor comes with loyalty. we'll see how we feel with time," the masc spoke, a smile upon his dark maw despite the words that sounded almost insulting. he meant nothing by them other than he wouldn't simply feel lucky to have someone looking to join. that didn't mean they weren't welcome, however, so he spoke again, "i'm glad you're looking to join shadowclan. that enough gives you potential." then, looking to the lithe form of shade that stood up front, he would near snakestar with a blank look. "he sought us out." that's all he said. would he ridicule the sharp-tongued male in front of his clan? no. actually, he refrained from ever speaking up against snakestar outright. but, quickjaw had come to them asking to join, and treating him with an inquisition was a little ridiculous.


    // welcome to sc !
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    "Hmph," Lizardbreath snorted, thoroughly unimpressed. She turned to Twoface, looking him in one of his eyes. StarClan damned, his faces gave her the creeps, but she tried not to let that show.


    "If he knows so much about us he might have shown some manners and waited at the border. That's how a border works," she added disdainfully, turning back to Quickjaw and narrowing her eyes at him. "Snakestar, I have reservations."

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Unlike Kodiak, or Quickjaw, as he called himself, Oakpaw would never, ever think to attack his owner. His owner, no matter how odd of a creature he had been, had presented himself as a true beam of sunlight in his short life that he'd lived with the man. He had fed him, groomed him, given him a warm den. He had allowed him a soft nest to sleep on, his small body curled between the human's strange back paws, along with his mother and father who cradled their kittens safely between their bellies, their soft purrs a gentle white noise to fall asleep. He had loved that time, being with his whole family. It had been... Peaceful. Happy.


    Even though his caretaker had eventually given his brothers and sisters away, leaving simply he and his parents, he didn't hold any ill will against him. His siblings had gone to go live happy lives in their own homes, his parents had said, and he believed them. It was only after the burning inferno that destroyed his home that he truly realized the importance of his family, owner included. He missed them. His mother, his father, his siblings, his twoleg. But he was an apprentice of Shadowclan now; what was in the past was in the past. So, when he caught the scent of a familiar smell, that being the evident cling of twoleg to the stranger's pelt, Oakpaw pushed away his memories, padding forward and coming to a silent halt beside Batpaw.


    He listened to the much more muscular tom's words, noticing he was a rather assertive cat, and also that he was... Well, big. He was well-set, like Smokepaw, and Oakpaw averted his eyes to the ground, shifting back and forth on his haunches with knitted brows. He himself was very thin, and very small. It was clear to see that he was a little intimidated. "I don't think spying makes you trustworthy," he murmured a little hesitantly, lifting his head and blinking bright green optics at the other male, his ears pivoting backward and his tail stirring at the ground. "But I agree with Twoface."


    ( welcome to shadowclan!! tbh you should plot with me i think these two clash very nicely :') )


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    Snakestar's fur bristled. He'd been... observing them? How? And when? All of this made the leader feel paranoid and he snorted in response, "You're just about as honored as the ticks on an elder." Nobody here had truly earned his respect, save for his mate and his kin, so this kittypet certainly wouldn't be any different.


    The tom stopped talking as more cats arrived and Twoface calmly addressed the situation in contrast to his own approach. He glanced at Twoface once he spoke to him and he huffed, "I know that." Was he happy about being sought out by an outsider? No, but it was better than letting his clan suffer. He truly wished that the pure-blooded ShadowClanners would stop dying off, because he didn't want his clan populated with soft kittypets, lazy rogues, untrustworthy rogues, and dishonorable half-clan cats.


    Snakestar gave a quick look to Lizardbreath and muttered in response to what she said, "You're not the only one." He turned back to Quickjaw and stated, his accent thick, "You need to take things seriously around here, and I won't tolerate anything less." He twitched a whisker. "You need to learn how to properly hunt and fight for ShadowClan. Could you handle that?"

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