a heart of gold // blizzardclan exchange members

glasspaw considered themselves to be 'new' to the clan. at least, in the active part of it- they've only very recently begun to socially interact with their clanmates due to their, ah, condition. none of that really mattered much now that they were able to go out and about like any other person, but still, it was so lucky of them to have the opportunity to meet foreigners on the day of their glorious debut. the hellshadow had been exploring the territory when they stumbled upon the group of blizzardclanners purely by chance. without a sense of smell, it was hard for them to sense the presence of others, so they settled for following others around all the time. yeah, like stalking. exactly like stalking. stalking wasn't a bad thing, was it? personally, glasspaw would be honored to have someone that followed them around all the time, so there really wasn't anything wrong with it. that being said, they followed this strange-looking kangaroo out into the outer parts of the territory, hoping to find something new and interesting. like the complete idiot they were, they got lost, and ended up having to backtrack just to find strangers in the place they once were.

the shadowy being floated out from under a tree, having inadvertently camouflaged themselves in its shade. it appeared as if the tree's shadow itself was coming to life, and with haunting golden eyes, no less. is there some special business here i should know about? glasspaw hummed, talking to nobody in particular. if they'd been to the week's meeting, they would know what was going on, but it seemed like they had to make educated guesses on everything. however, due to junkrat's friendly welcome and all, it could be assumed that these other animals here were shadowclan's allies. even a shut-in like themselves knew that allies, enemies, and neutrals existed, and that was definitely saying something. the canine looked back at the group of foreigners. a goofy little smile was upon their face, though it was barely noticeable beneath the darkness that seemed to consume their form. well, welcome to shadowclan, anyways! i'm assuming there's more of you, but... we'll lead you back to camp if you want. they glanced over to junkrat, a questioning look in their eyes. they weren't entirely sure how things worked around the clan, but it was common courtesy to help strangers. probably.

Witchpaw, like Pad, had nearly unlimited amounts of energy at the beginning, but slowly his will to keep talking dwindled and once he arrived at the territory, he just wanted to pass out on the border. He glanced at Glasspaw, then realized they were like a ghost- or a spectral, and he shivered. I'm a literal Satanist and I'm still scared of ghosts. Good job. He told himself. "Yeah, we're special! We're the Blizzardclan exchange members, too-to-too-tooo." At the end, he imitated a dramatic fanfare. "I'm Witchpaw, a deputy over there." He stated, then glanced at Aleksei, wanting to see what he'd do.

numbers weren't glasspaw's forte. they could only count up to 8, and their head always managed to jumble them up. math was confusing, that was for sure. were they expected to be able to count the number of people here or something? jeez, those foreigners were asking for a lot. it's best not to jump to conclusions; it would be inconvenient if we left anyone behind, the shadowclanner pointed out to junkrat, mentally trying to count the number of people there. they brought a paw up to eye level, a look of intense concentration on their face. one... two... three... four... no, three. wait. there's four people here. right? yeah, that seemed about right. four was a good number of- what did witchpaw say?- oh, yeah, exchange members. three was too little, and five was too much. that's four of you. that's a pretty good amount, i think, so we can head back now, glasspaw decided, accidentally forgetting that junkrat wasn't part of the group of exchange members.

// hecc i was ninja'd but w/e

"a gravedigger's like a slave. junkrat was a naughty boy, y'see?" came the chipper response. luca melted elegantly from his surroundings, invisible coat slipping off like oil. the only transfer he recognised was witchpaw, and that was only because he was hawkclan's ambassador. luca liked to keep his hawkclan life separated from his shadowclan one, so he decided not to comment. instead he flashed all the blizzardclanners a fanged smile, tails curling excitedly. "i'm luca! i'm a duskreacher, so not that important. still better than gravedigger though," the demon greeted, a childish excitement filling him at the chance to meet so many new people at once. it was almost like joining a new clan, except it wasn't. he sat down, turning to blink at glasspaw. they were another one of luca's half-siblings, right? "we're still waiting on one," he informed, waving a paw dismissively. "they sure are taking their time though," he continued, although he didn't really seem angry at all.

//rushed 3am post rip

Sango was soon to approach, snorting lightly as Luca explain Junkrat's role. Alright, so these were the three exchange members, huh? "I'll have the ShadowClanners over later today, It'll be Fairywren, Blake, and of course, myself. You know I have someone I'd like to visit with, and I'm sure Ramsey will be able to hold down the fort while I'm gone." She shot a cocky grin specifically towards Aleksei with that comment before she focused on the other BlizzardClanners. "Anyways, welcome to ShadowClan. If you didn't know, I'm Sango, Shadowkeeper." Then Feliks was brought up, and Sango knew she had a brief conversation with Sweetophelia about the dangers of keeping him around, but she didn't quite know the outcome of the situation. A slightly more interested look crossed her face as she fell silent, listening.

//rushed

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Aw shit. Blizzardclan brought over a lively bunch, it was going to be a lit week wasn't it? Ambling over, a wide sharkish grin would cross over his face as he stopped to greet them, "dang boys, you're gonna have a hell of a time here. You get to witness the whole nine yards of the shadowclan experience." Speaking of boys, they were all males right? Damn, what a gender discrepancy. He wondered if Blizzardclan was actually male dominated at this point. Anyhow, the shaderunner managed to arrive at a time when Pad was explaining the most recent Exile. Feliks? Wasn't that the guy who was here a while ago? Damn, sucked to be him. "Chesus," the hyena would remark, "sounds like he might have a mental condition if I'm gonna be honest. And oh, I'm Ramsay by the way, it's a pleasure to meet ya'll."

Witchpaw grinned, looking at Sango. She was certainly dignified, fitting for a leader. He had met a few leaders before, and he noticed all of them had a certain air to them. (Well, except for Littlestar, but she had her own unique style.) He wanted to get to know the shadowy leader. "Hi, Miss Sango," He greeted. "Thank you for having-"

There was Aleksei, and Witchpaw cringed. He was in front of an allied leader! Witchpaw was a deputy, so he realized he had the authority to scold him. "Aleksei. There's no reason to get aggressive. We're Blizzardclanners, we have to respect the clan we were invited to visit." He turned his gaze back to Sango. "Sorry for that."

//so sorry for lateness! had some major internet issues and couldn't post for a couple of days :/

Wildyonder tromped in after his clanmates, looked completely frazzled and lost. He was still unused to being physically able to see, and he'd gotten rather... distracted on his way to Shadowclan. To put it shortly, he'd wandered in a different direction from his group and had taken longer to catch up than he'd expected. The embarrassment showed in his golden eyes. "I'm sorry for the delay--my name's Wildyonder. Nice to meet you all," he greeted plainly. Compared to his clanmates, the tom was nowhere near as dynamic and up-front in his personality, but that didn't bother him a bit. Staying lowkey was sort of his thing, and it had proved immensely useful in the past.