ah, she was everything a lot of people here hated. a previous loner, who joined riverclan, then noticed it wasn't the right fit. which lead her here. she was nearly entirely black, with grey striped paws and a gray splotch on her maw and chest. she saw the world through angry blue eyes. blackpaw flicked her tail to and fro as she awaited for somebody to appear. it was not a far walk to the riverclan/windclan border, so she was currently at ease.
the pretty femme hoped something would be different here. her whole life she'd been on her own. her father disappeared first, then her mother. she never made friends in riverclan. she felt like a walking annoyance. little did she know, she was going to find things a bit more tense here
. hell, if it was least more interesting, she would survive. the sharp-tongued cat was ready for at least a little entertainment.
"hello? i'd like to join. my name is blackpaw."