DROWNING LESSONS // joining

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    The night was still young - the final remnants of a setting sun had at last disappeared, and a lone figure was at last emerging from the outer wilderness. To put it simply, he was tired: tired and hungry, and really, really pissed. Black fur bristled against the stiff breeze, thick and matted with a mixture of dirt, dried blood and whatever else he'd been unfortunate enough to drag himself through. God, his stomach hurt - when was the last time he'd actually eaten? Two days ago? If it hadn't been for that goddamn Rottweiler...

    Whatever. The past was behind him now. He'd gotten away from that stupid pack, those stupid decisions, and now he had a fresh start! If a fresh start meant getting lost in a rainforest with a limp and a bleeding backleg, then yes, it was a fresh start. If nothing, he was optimistic, because what could possibly be worse than his old pack? Snorting, the canine became lost in his own thoughts, ignoring the obvious scent markings that signified new territory - had he been in a slightly better mood, or in the least not thinking about his stomach, he would have probably noticed his trespassing sooner. It was only until he'd spent about half an hour padding through the ShadowClan territory that he stopped to sniff the air, sensing at last that something wasn't right. And then he realised.


    "Oh."

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "Not gonna lie, bud, you've probably been wandering through our territory for at least half an hour. Regardless, I still have to ask: name and business?" Sieg emerged from the shadows (how fitting) of the rainforest territory, having watched the canine for the past few minutes from where she had been hunting before nightfall. She noticed a bad wound on his leg, and he didn't look like a member of a Clan, so she presumed it would be safe to approach him and figure out what he was doing here.
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    His ears snapped back with surprise at the sound of the she-cat: the pain in his leg was momentarily forgotten as he pulled away from her and snarled. It wasn't a necessarily malicious gesture - more surprised, if anything else. Confrontation had never been something he'd excelled at.


    Opting to ask his own questions before saying anything else, Percocet dug his claws into the earth with a failing bravado. "Where am I?" He paused, eyeing Sieglinde warily, and that oh-so-familiar wave of paranoia began to creep up again. "What do you want?"

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    Wow. Sieg was actually taken a bit aback by the sudden questions. Who the hell did this guy think he was? "ShadowClan. You're on ShadowClan territory. And I'll ask you again: Name and business?" If he tried to give one more retort, she'd put a new injury in his other leg. Her patience with newcomers could be short, but much less strangers who apparently had no sense of smell and had the audacity to ignore her questions in favor of his own.
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    [color=#85aff2]The munchkin nodded, silently agreeing with Sieglinde's words, her crystal eyes sweeping over the ginger tabby before shifting to the canine. A loner, she suspected, seeing as they hadn't the slightest idea where they were.


    [color=white]"Yep, Shadowclan territory. The best."[color=#85aff2] she added cheekily, swaying her long tail.



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    Percocet stared at Sieglinde for a moment, weighing his options. From what could see, the strange feline was smaller than him, but still looked tough enough to give him a fight. Plus he was hardly in his best shape, so he should probably avoid pissing her off too much at that moment. Unfortunately, Percocet was an annoying piece of shit by nature, so he'd just have to try and avoid irritating her too much.


    "ShadowClan? Sounds like some sort of cult." He snorted at his own joke. Well, it wasn't really a joke, he just found it funny. "My name's Percocet, I'm just-" Leaving? Was that really what he wanted to do? He'd spent the last year of his life stuck in a pack he'd never intended to join in the first place: he was free to do whatever he wanted now, but spending the rest of his miserable existence as some stray dog on the side of the road didn't really seem to appeal to him. He could take control now. Start something new. Was that really so bad?


    When the other cat suddenly appeared, Percocet couldn't help but flinch back, startled. He eyed the munchkin cat just as cautiously.


    "Can I join?"

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "Odd turn of events.." Sieg thought aloud, not having meant to say that. She shook her head for a brief moment to clear her thoughts, and reply firmly, "Yes. Welcome to ShadowClan. I'd offer to show you the territory.. but that wound looks pretty bad. I'd best get you to Haiiro so he can patch you up." Not gonna lie, she was still mildly pissed off at Percocet for what had just happened earlier, but it'd fade away in time. For now, what was important is that this dog was going to be her Clanmate, and he was in pretty bad shape.


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    The German Shepherd glanced back at his leg: the bleeding that stopped, the sticky red substance beginning to clot. It was a long gash, deep enough to scar, but he wasn't too worried about it. He'd suffered worse - there was a mark on his underbelly for a reason. In his surprise he'd practically forgotten about the injury, but now that he became re-aware of it's existence, it began to throb again. Crap.


    "Yeah, um... that would be great. Thanks." He sounded spaced out, his words beginning to slur as he thought about the situation he'd just got himself into. "What do I... do in return?" He looked back at the two cats in front of him. Memories of his time in his old pack began to resurface, and with great difficulty he swallowed back a wave of anxiety. "Nobody just... helps someone out, I'm a total stranger. What do you want?" Unlike before, he was more genuinely intrigued than simply defensive. It was all he could do to remember that they'd accepted him into their... ShadowClan.


    //thanks!

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "Loyalty and contributing to the Clan is really all we need. You might be a total stranger, but it doesn't matter as long as you can be loyal beyond a shadow of a doubt. We don't want anything else, unless Finch here decides she wants a magical cure for her shortness." She shrugged, poking a bit of fun at the vice leader. Sieg was a bit surprised that Percocet had no idea that there was no entry bar for ShadowClan, but she could look past that. He did appear to be a loner, after all, and loners didn't know anything of Clan life. "But as I said before, your leg is more important. Haiiro would go batshit on me if I let you keep standing around with an injury like that." [center]tags


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    Percocet smiled at that, glancing at Finch momentarily before sensing that the munchkin cat seemed to be someone of importance and he should probably not insult her considering they'd literally just met. Anyway.


    "Okay. Thank you." He refocused his attention on Sieglinde. "What's your name?"

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "My name is Sieglinde, a Duskreacher, which is a fancy word for 'i'm sort of important but not really and it's my job to welcome newcomers to the Clan and things like that'. This here is Finch, our vice-leader. She's a very important part of our Clan, so make sure you show respect to her. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Percocet." Sieg explained dutifully, putting emphasis on the "Finch is important" part of her mini-speech. Didn't need this guy to get off on the wrong foot with the high positions because he didn't show them any respect. "But anyways, I'll show you the way to camp so you can get your leg looked at. We've got some events going on right now that you can take part in if you're up to it, or just introduce yourself to others. Others will be curious as to who you are."
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    late, but really, she was just glad she made it before they had went off. giddy with the easter week activity, marie gave a warm, brilliant smile as she ascended from the egg hunting troops. "hello, sir! oh, yes, better get that leg all patched up! how are you, besides your injury? i'm marie, a duskreacher like sieg."
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    Wow. Another person. He'd not been expecting that. Percocet nodded slowly, swallowing. "I'm... fine, thanks. I think." Inwardly, he cursed his inability to interact without awkwardness. Wrinkling his nose, the canine glanced at the ShadowClanners in front of him, his dark eyes alternating between the three.

    "Awesome. Uh... where do we start?"

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "Getting you to camp and seeing Haiiro, our only healer. I told you, he'll kill me if I let you walk around freely with that." Sieg explained, flicking her tail inwards and to the direction of the camp. "After he okays you, I can show you around camp and have you meet some of your Clanmates."

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    "Cool. Okay. Let's... let's do that." He grinned. Well, this had really been a turn of events - maybe things were looking up? Maybe. He hoped so. "How far away is your camp?"

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "It's not too far, you'll be fine on that leg. Lean up against me if you need to, I can support you." Though she didn't look it, the she-cat was surprisingly strong for a feline, and she was rather tall for one too. Good genes paid off in some ways, she supposed.
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    Percocet shook his head, a sense of foolish indignation washing over him. "No, no, I can do it myself." He took a step forwards, then nearly fell over from the staggering pain that erupted from his back leg: all this time he'd been walking on it without much problem, but it was only now, in front of these people that he barely knew, he all but collapsed face first into the ground. Fuck.


    "I'm fine, it's fine," the German Shepherd muttered, trying to get to his feet. He glanced back up at the ginger cat, then nearly collapsed again. He let out a deep sigh, laced with irritation. This was proving harder than he'd previously thought, what with his leg practically seizing up. Along with the realisation came resignation.


    "Can I lean on you, then?"

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "Go for it. I can hold your weight." Sieg leaned down and began to help the canine get back on his feet, humored that he nearly fell on his face before accepting the help she had repeatedly offered to him. "First lesson about being in ShadowClan: don't rely just on yourself. Everyone here is your Clanmate and can help you, provided you haven't pissed them off in some way. In that case, I'd just avoid them. It's easier." She stifled a chuckle at that, almost joking about the feuds and tension between some of her Clanmates.
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    [center][fancypost= width: 61%][font=verdana][size=9][align=justify]Well, Haiiro was pretty damn late, if he said so himself. He liked to think that he had a good sense of when he was needed, although that sense was probably more like Finch's voice in his head signaling that he needed to haul ass over to wherever she was to patch someone up. Even if now, he didn't hear Finch, he still noticed the abundance of times his name was thrown around, and more out of curiosity than worry, he began to feel his way over, medicine bag held cautiously in his jaws.


    "Don't even try to get to camp right now. I can treat you here," he called out as he approached, not even noticing that he was technically still concealed by shadows. It was rather unfortunate that he lost a sense of distance when he used his super senses continuously, always forgetting that he as farther away from others than he thought. At least it didn't happen very often, because he tried to be careful. Flicking a large gray ear towards Percocet, he donned a curious expression. "What happened to your leg?" he inquired, wanting to know what manner of wound he would be dealing with. When he could see, spoken details became all the more important.

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    BROKEN FROM A YOUNG AGE — koipond — shadowclan — female

    The wound on his leg looked pretty fucking nasty. The lobster-tailed calico merely eyed it with a fleeting curiosity before her gaze settled on the black canine himself. "I'm Koipond. Also a duskreacher." God, how many of her ranking were there? Too much, it seemed. Well, not that she cared for a promotion that much, much less a title. Still, it offered her life some purpose.
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