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    CRIMSONROSES


    The girl was drunk again and she was laying out in the territory. She was lost, and disorientated. The canine would roll onto her back and giggle. Why was she bothering with Clan life again? She couldn't remember. "That one looks like a ship!" She gasped out as she pawed at the air.



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    Fragilepast

    Oh god. A drunk. The Bengal walked up after smelling the thick stank of the canine. That was definitely not Thunderclan's scent. His gaze traveled to the sky after the canine pointed to the sky and he gave a loud snort. "I think you're in the wrong place, darling," he inquired. As a former drunk, he knew what to deal with in these situations.

    CRIMSONROSES


    The voice made her roll back onto her stomach. Her eyes locking on the male, she would offer a grin. "Ahoy! Ye be cute. So, no I reckon I be in starb'rd ship darlin'." She would reply with a grin as she watched the male before her. He seemed to be a Thunderclanner. That was interesting. Just how far away did she wander?


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    //translation is Hello! You are cute. So, no I think I'm in the right place darling.

    Jason gave a forced smile. If this drunk was hitting on him just to get the goods, he would have to be drunk with her and she'd have to try a little harder. Plus her accent was strange. Foreigners were odd. "I appreciate the gesture but I think ye' be better off your ass in a second before I stab my hook through ye' good eye, dear," he replied in a mocking tone. The Bengal didn't want this drunk on Thunderclan territory. She could of stayed if she was sober though, since he didn't mind meeting newer and different people.


    CRIMSONROSES


    To be honest, she didn't much care for sleeping around. Most people would have taken her flirting in that way, but it was who she was. She always happened to flirt when drunk, but was still a virgin, oddly enough. His words made her frown though. Slowly, she struggled to her feet and blinked. "Easy thar big lad. I would love t' weigh anchor, but I 'ave no clue where I even am. I jus' joined some clan. Starts wit' a d, I reckon. 'ave no clue how t' get anywhere." She replied with a nervous look in her eyes. The pirate was in no shape for a fight right now.


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    So this was a newcomer and didn't know the borders yet. Understandable... if they were like Saltpaw and had no sniffer. This was no exception for a wolf, but she was drunk. She got a freebie. Kindness wasn't his thing. "Fine, we'll stay here until you're sober and once you are, we'll send you on your way to Darkclan...?" he questioned with an unsure tone. Where would Jason even put the rouge while she sobered up? Surely somewhere with vacant.

    CRIMSONROSES


    The female would blink as he said a clan name. Darkclan. Yes, that was it. It had to be. The husky-wolf hybrid would wag her tail slowly. He wasn't going to kill her. That was what counted. "Thank ye. Aye, Darkclan sounds right. Serafin, be leader thar? If so then that be ship fer me." She answered respectfully. Ears low to show she meant no harm. A fight would be bad for her.


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