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    Percival leaped from a bush of berries, fur smeared with different colors as he munched away on 'wolf apples'. He had been so glad to come across the fruit again - they did happen to be his favourite. His ears perked suddenly and he glanced around. He had crossed into someone's territory? He hoped so, and it seemed like it with all the strange scents around. "Hello?" he called out around his half eaten meal, juice dribbling down his chin. He quickly brought a paw up to wipe it away, his short tail wiggling back and forth with excitement.


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    that's what you get when you let your heart win - updated 01/26

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    the black-and-white tom, though still skinny, didn't feel nearly as exhausted as he usually did, thanks to an imperia's aid basket; he'd eaten as much as he could keep down, anticipating another long stretch between meals. jaune looked — and felt — much more confident, now that he'd eaten. he didn't scurry around fearfully nor skulk stealthily in the shadows; the brave actually embodied his rank, and managed to strut about with his head held high again. the tom's ribs still poked through his thin pelt, sure, and his eyes were still sunken, but his appearance still gave the impression that he was someone of importance; jaune's voice was strong as it thundered from his mouth. "you're on hawkclan territory," he announced, eyeing percival's snack. is that fruit? he asked, brows furrowing a bit. if he'd known there were still fruit-bearing trees on the territory, he would've gone vegetarian long ago. even a plant-based diet ( the carnivore in him groaned ) beat out starvation...

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    "Yes, Percival knows!" the maned wolf barked happily, swallowing the berries and bowing playfully. "He wants to join HawkClan! He does apologize for trespassing, too." He wondered if there were any hawks around. Why else would it be called HawkClan? Well, now he hoped he would meet some hawks, but it was unlikely.


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    that's what you get when you let your heart win - updated 01/26

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]A low growl left the throat of the large beast as she made her way over. She towered over both males she had approached and her eyes narrowed a bit on the trespassing maned wolf that had been eating fruit just not to long ago. The idea of putting fruit in her body disgusted her and she didn't want anything to do with that. Shaking her head the direhound sat down with a low grunt before clearing her throat. The apprentice aged female gave a light nod of her masculine head before deciding to speak up since the guy wanted to join Hawkclan. That was all find and dandy as long as he could find his own food in the grand scheme of things. "Sure, welcome to Hawkclan. Name's Marsella. Camp is that way." She pointed with her paw to the place in which she was talking about.