where ever i roam - open , introduction

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    His belly or lack thereof strained away at its capacity to move with the air that filled his narrow lungs. He was still a tad shaken from his sprint across the legendary Thunderpath and felt as if he could faint on the spot. Yet, he'd bear his face and let others come to meet him. He had been hidden away so very long it felt high time he showed that he was still alive to them all. "Ah-uh-greetings. I'm Frailpaw." He doubted any could recall his face before. His mother was unheard of around Shadowclan's reach and as for his father, well, even he could not muster a familiar face for that one.


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    oleanderpaw was not familiar with most members of shadowclan, largely because they couldn't be bothered to learn the names of so many felines who did nothing but step continuously on his nerves. she wasn't sure when exactly she stopped trying to learn the faces or the names of individuals of shadowclan nor was she really keen on figuring it out - to her, it was not something of upmost importance. ollie would allow the others to try and learn everyone's name, to become friends with everyone, to bond and do whatever it was that they decided to do afterwords; ollie didn't care, she hardly ever cared it would seem. she had long since stated her dislike of nearly every member of shadowclan, whether she knew them or not. ollie wasn't sure why she felt such a deep hatred for people around them but that rage had always been deep seated within her. the idea of allowing someone close, to become friends or to form bonds was such a foreign thought and one they would rather no hang onto and it had done wonders for ollie - they could thrive on their own, could take care of themselves, they didn't need the approval or care of anyone around them. it was one of the reasons she found it utterly pointless to meet any of the other members, she didn't care enough about them and it would only cause strife that would ultimately lead to nothing but prideful arguments and stupidity that had ollie lashing out with the ever present red rage. although, this time they hadn't exactly had the chance to avoid the stranger as she had very well nearly barreled into him as he had appeared from seemingly nowhere.


    "congratulations, no one cares." she mumbled out harshly, her crossed eyes moving to meet the eyes of the unfamiliar apprentice. ollie had never been one for pleasantries and didn't find the point in faking kindness or whatever it was that people seemed so insistent that he show, he was rude and he had long ago accepted that. he found no point in being faking an emotion when it was not present, what good would it do? ollie didn't care about saving face, making himself look good, or keeping up her social appearance - maybe to some that sounded strange but oleander was comfortable with herself and if she didn't care to ever be nice, then he wouldn't be and it did not really matter to them the emotions that were created by their near lack of empathy. they blinked a few times before shifting to settle down and stare the almost stranger down; he was incredibly fragile and seemed almost frightened and ollie was incredibly annoyed by them and they weren't exactly sure why. humph, the day ollie was not confused by themselves would truly be a day to remember but they doubted it would ever come soon and until then they were content to constantly question both their thoughts and their emotions. lifting their chin slightly, they allowed their heterochromic eyes to narrow before a sneer began to light up their face; "oleanderpaw, if you must know who to curse or to insult or whatever it is you plan on doing next."
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    Small Hollykit had snuck out of camp again, His bright ginger pelt was originally hidden with a bush as he got out and ran over to the new cat with a smile. He was new! A new friend! The ex-Kittypet purred a bit to the cat ignoring his clan mate. "My names HollyKit! It's nice to meet you!" He greeted cheerily to the other cat. A smile sat upon the little kit's muzzle as he spoke to the new cat. His large ears perked happily up as his little ginger form glimmered softly in the shimmering sun.

    Jade feather almost bumped into the small cat. She'd been lost in thought, but now snapped back to reality. "Hello, my name's Jadefeather. Are you ok? You look winded."

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    SHADESTORM
    male - 12 moons - difficult - shadowclan
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    "Quit being an ass." Shadestorm would snap as he emerged to join the group, his words aimed at Oleanderpaw. It was one thing to blunt, but there was no reason to act like a snob. That kind of attitude had a way of rubbing the tom the wrong way, weather it was from a lowly apprentice or a higher up. Gaze narrowed, the large mottled grey tom didn't look impressed with having to be among the welcoming committee. Shade was known for being the antisocial sort, but when duty called there was no point in ignoring it. That was the choice he'd made when he'd decided to join Shadowclan. "If your not here to join you'll have to leave." he'd add, tone lacking any friendliness and edged with something akin to boredom.


    [spoiler]
    Maine Coon Mix - Mottled Grey Tomcat - Loner that joined Shadowclan
    Quiet - Blunt - Aloof - Aggressive
    Protective - Loyal - Cunning - Ambitious
    Short Tempered - Brutal - Selfish - Possesive
    Secretly a Giant Teddy Bear at Heart
    Bisexual - Single - Homoromantic - No Apprentice
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    "i will when you cease being a fool or did you actively ignore the fact that the scent clinging to them is of shadowclan decent." they shifted their eyes to blink in the direction of the warrior, as if unfazed by the harshness of the words. their tongue was sharper and being insulted was nothing new for him and it no longer affected them in the ways so many others would wish it would. oleander had long ago accepted that he was not a nice person, he wasn't good, he was blunt, and cold, and often times the words he said offended those around him and he was fine with that. he was beyond antisocial, he outright hated most everyone around him and the fact that he was here right now talking to a bunch of people with ego's the size of trees was doing nothing to lift his almost constant sense of rage. ollie wasn't known for being antisocial... he was the definition of antisocial; his sheer lack of friends and the fact no one seemed keen to actually be around proved said point without fault. he didn't even want to be here, business or not this whole situation had been a rather... unhappy accident that had him interacting with a bunch of fools. he should have simply kept walking when he'd nearly run into the tiny brat, that was likely his biggest problem.


    "he is already a member of shadowclan, idiot." they snapped back, their crossed eyes narrowing as a almost smug like sneer filtered onto his face as he shifted his face away from the warrior. "how on earth did they allow you to become a warrior if you can't even tell one of your own apart from strangers, humph, and i thought we were falling apart before. this? is utterly disappointing." he let out an almost smartass smirk and shot it towards the warrior. he turned his eyes back to the apprentice, the bored look returning as he impatiently waited for the other to hurry up so he could go to the den and take a nap.
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    He thought at first that the pelt was a welcoming color, one of a person who admired other people and yearned to understand them. Evidently he had been mistaken- horribly mistaken. No thoughts were produced on the mismatched eyes other than how cool they shone. His own lacked a lively glow and were already finding their way to the earthen floor. Take a gander at that rock, hadn't seen one like it before. Each crag was traced by a slit gaze and he tried his best to keep his irregular heartbeats at an almost normal rate. The cat grew closer and closer and now Frail began shuffling nimble toes in the grit. How many people do you think walked over this stuff? His breath hitched. Steps had stopped and a shadow crossed over his scraggly frame. When a voice matched the body Frail felt utterly betrayed and outcast. It had to be true, yes, yet that did not soften the sting. It worked its way through his veins and seeped an ice hot cold. He wanted to fight back though there were no words that came craftily and conveniently to his mind. Instead, he stared at the claws inches away from the other Shadowclanner's own. He felt like burying his head so that he'd suffocate. This situation had never been planned out in his head. If prior knowledge had told him that this would happen he would have stayed as far away from civilization as he could. Mouth dry, he ran his tongue around it quietly for a moment. The guy had the nerve to give his name. What could Frailpaw do with that, huh? He was already terrified as it was to speak to the guy let alone address him in the future. "Pleasure." He saved Oleanderpaw his name. He didn't think the guy would want it after that introduction.


    He looked a low lying doormat, didn't he? What else was he to do. Death already became a goal and with his bad health he supposed he'd be reaching it shortly. Perhaps it'd come off as less submissive if he turned. Yeah, he'd turn. Lank and all rotated away while his tail curled at an uncertain and awkward angle. Contentedness was long gone out of his mind so it was the only way he could position his tail.


    This little guy had a brighter atmosphere around him. He felt his spirits picking up promptly and had courage plenty to pick up those sorry pupils and rest them on the kid. He was purring! Could it get friendlier than that? "Hey, Hollykit. I'm Frailpaw. You too." He felt a timid smile lurking onto his own striped face.


    Huh? What? Lost in the happiness little Hollykit generated, the tom had been oblivious to another cat joining the group. "Hi. I...I'm alright. This happens a lotta times." Thankfully the panting was wearing off yet one could tell by his still slouched posture that something else must be at play within his skeletal form.


    Kind of the guy to care, Frail reckoned. He just didn't want to see an angry Oleanderpaw. Grouchiness became evident on the Maine Coon's big features and he supposed he wouldn't hold it against him. One should have their bad days in the humid environment with long fur such as the tom's. What mattered was that he wasn't set on making him see a sad truth that hung there and that Oleander had already asserted. "Uh-"


    Oleander was replying for him! Okay, a need for being so rude about it was nonexistent though Oleander was proving the obvious. Hey, the better for him. Frail's sense of sociability was waning thin and he made a desperate glance at the apprentice's den here and then. All this pressure building up inside of him was too restricting and the solution had to be to get away from what brought it on. He felt pangs of sadness for Oleander. He had to be trying to make it through with all this buzzing around him. Maybe that was what ticked him off in the first place. The big tom was no help to it and he had to have that rising burden on his chest too. The missed factor was that he was near to that bursting. It pried at him and kicked at him and antagonized him so. All he could mutter in his head was "Poor Oleander".


    "He's right, sir. I've been here my whole life. It was a mistake, Oleanderpaw. Certain it was." His fixation turned back to the ground. Pretty, pretty rocks. Shimmers and ripples of light swirled down the miniature mountain sides of the stones.


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    SHADESTORM
    male - 12 moons - difficult - shadowclan
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    A low growl would sound in his throat at the shecats response, and the fur along his spine would bristle in annoyance. "So what if I'm still getting the hang of telling you clans apart? Nobodys perfect nad I'm used to the city, but if you need an idea as to why they made me a warrior so badly, your welcome to challenge me and find out, kid. Making such a big deal out of a slip up- It's not like I won't pick up on it quick, I've been here a day. Get over it." Shade would snap back, tone still bored and cold.


    What a mouthy, uneducated little f*ck. Yeah, he was still getting the hang of things, but if some stranger was suddenly poking around camp it was only safe to assume they were someone new- how was he supposed to know the guy was just some shut in who never socialized with his clanmates? He'd kept an eye out the entire time he'd been in the clan -as short as that had been- but this guy was nobody he'd seen.


    And he was being honest- all the clans did smell similar to him. Like the wilderness. There were only small differences, like the types of trees in their scent, or level of dampness and must. It wasn't an outright smell that was quick to define if you weren't born into it, and if you'd lived alone your entire life, a cat was a cat, regardless of where they came from. This was something else she wouldn't be able to wrap her small brain around though. Arrogance, it was a disgusting look on most people. The need to show off and act tough. What a pathetic kid. If she ended up in the city she'd find it just the same- all the cats would smell like bad air, tar, garbage, and people to them, with the defining scents hidden beneath them.


    "And my mistake is still no excuse for your sh*tty attitude. 'Nobody cares'. Grow up. That's not how you greet a comrade, idiot, regardless of how 'tough and cool' you want to seem in front of your clanmates. And I'm sure insulting and being rude to a new warrior to your clan doesn't win you points with your higher ups, either."


    There was no friendliness in his words, just the cold, sharp edge of truth. And she could deny it all her little heart wanted, but he knew that much; apprentices had to prove themselves, and if the Leader received enough complaints about them, they didn't get their name. Not when they were supposed to at least. He didn't care if she was the leaders daughter, the best fighter in the camp, or the most brilliant mind they had, he'd hand her tail to her if she didn't learn to cut the shit with him, because he wasn't going to gloss over it like the rest of them.


    Turning his gaze away from the apprentice- ignoring her completely, in fact- he'd turn his attention to the person he'd come over to.. what? Greet? Confront? He still had a lot to learn as far as proper etiquette went with the clan, but he figured he'd get the hang of it sooner or later. And if not, too bad.


    "My bad. The name's Shadestorm, I just joined yesterday so I'm still learning the ropes. Nice to meet you." he'd say with a nod of greeting.


    [spoiler]
    Maine Coon Mix - Mottled Grey Tomcat - Loner that joined Shadowclan
    Quiet - Blunt - Aloof - Aggressive
    Protective - Loyal - Cunning - Ambitious
    Short Tempered - Brutal - Selfish - Possesive
    Secretly a Giant Teddy Bear at Heart
    Bisexual - Single - Homoromantic - No Apprentice