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    [size=8]･ﾟ★ ☾ this place is alright, you guess. its no shadowclan, lacking the hustle and bustle of clanlife, but you find some kind of contentment in the white noise that seems permanently stationed in the carnivals atmosphere. currently, you're trotting along the border, kicking up mud and muck with your forepaws as you go, splashing into murky puddles whenever they enter your line of vision, and just adjusting to the place you are now living in.


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    //rushed??


    -- paris loved to wander, to explore different places. of course, stormclan was his home, but there were some pretty cool places out there. this time he went west, occasionally making random turns. he walked alongside a winding beach for a while, and now sat in the sand, staring up at the clouds. he didn't try to figure out what they looked like, or make stories based off of them. he just watched.


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    [size=8]･ﾟ★ ☾ you're a pretty adventurous soul yourself. traveling has always been a quirk of yours, and while its nice to settle down every now and then, nothing has ever quite tamed that will of yours to explore. your paws carry you from the muddy border to the silken sand of a beach. oh. you frown as you stare at the beads of pale dirt quaking between your toes.


    having never been a fan of water, you consider turning around and heading back to the campsite when a lithe figure catches your eye. you pause, pale luminaries fixating on the build of something small, a child, perched on the edge of the beach and quietly observing the sun-tanned skies above. you didnt know that there was another kid running around here, and this new information is what compells you to investigate.


    of course, as you come closer, you detect the smell of another clan altogether, and this alerts you that this child fails to be a member here. which means he's trespassing. now, you're too small to chase anyone out, and even if you did have a big build, you still wouldnt try to run someone out. you trot up to him, head tilted to one side, "ah, hey! what're you doing here? are you lost?" [fancypost=border-width:0;color:#BDA0A6;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]i'm a n-n-nervous wreck / [color=#fff]tags


    -- paris whirled around, not having heard anyone approach. he let out a small yelp, stepping backwards and into the water. great - now his paws were wet and he'd have to clean them. again.
    "no, i'm not lost," the pup replied simply turning his attention back to the sky. a few dark clouds could be seen along the southern horizon, which meant a storm could be coming. or it was just cloudy.


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    [size=8]･ﾟ★ ☾ oh, you hadnt meant to frighten him! you watch in dismay as he totters back into the waves. wince when his feet stomp into the shallow waters. you're not the bestest of friends with water, and you havent been for a long time. not since the exilers and darkstalker and whoever else tried to drown you, anyways. "oh, ah then you're trespassing. this is the rebellion of terminus' land." you inform him, but there isnt any threat in your words, nor malice for that matter. you're just stating a fact.[fancypost=border-width:0;color:#BDA0A6;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]i'm a n-n-nervous wreck / [color=#fff]tags

    -- how many times has paris trespassed before? quite a few times, he knew.
    "oh," he replied, "uh, sorry about that. where is your border, just so I make sure I don't trespass again?" it was a shame he wouldn't visit again - this place was quite nice, he thought.


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