THE BREACH — OPEN, JOINING

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    Despite being born and bred within ThunderClan, Oriolepaw settled on venturing out rather than remain behind in a place he didn't belong. His parents were nice enough, but they forced their religious views on him more than he deemed pleasant. Regardless, he would continue to consider himself Jewish because of his upbringing. His parents were simply.. too attached to the religion, unlike himself. At times it felt as though they cared more for their background than their own son. He loved them, and they loved him, but he felt a rift forming between their relationship. It was crumbling, and there was little he could do. His decision to leave was much unlike him, but he didn't particularly care. A little rebellion never hurt anyone, aside from his parents he supposed. What would they think now that he was gone? Stumbling into unknown territory? Alone? The longer he dwelled on his musings, the worse his fears grew. Anxiety blossomed in the pit of his stomach, eating away at him as he trudged along. Various scents became prominent in the autumn air, but none of them were ones he could pinpoint. It was only when he was deep into the Sanctuary's territory that he realized the ever growing scent of something greatly unfamiliar. It plagued the air surrounding him, and caused his nose to crinkle. Oriolepaw was accustomed to the smells of ThunderClan, now the Thunderlands (a new he immediately disliked upon hearing its change), not whatever this was. The feline couldn't say he loathed it, but in a way, he did. It was foreign, and therefore, bad. Maybe it was wrong to be in this domain. Maybe he should turn back. His thoughts cascaded into a river before crashing into what became a waterfall. His nerves skyrocketed, and he eventually drew to a halt in spite of himself.


    Oriole didn't want to be stuck here, and yet his limbs were frozen in fear. The look upon his face distorted into one that left him grimacing. A soft groan sounded in his throat as he cast his gaze downwards and to his paws, disgusted with himself. It was pitiful that he was so paralyzed by his own anxieties. At this rate, he would be captured by whatever clan's land he had stumbled upon. Perhaps he would be murdered, or scarred for life, or kept as prisoner, a slave for them all to utilize. Oriolepaw gave a roll of his eyes as his immediate thoughts went down a somber, threatening path. He supposed for the time being he would be stuck, waiting for someone to come along. What they did, or could do, was beyond him.


    holy fuck its been 12 years,,, apologies for the shit show post


    Having been born and raised within The Sanctuary, Iris really couldn't see herself ever living anywhere but here, it just wouldn't be the same if she lived somewhere else. Sure the other clans out there were probably pretty nice and all that, but this was her home, where her family had been, and still was, especially when she thought of the entire clan as one, big, extended family. Still, if she had to choose another place to live she'd probably go with Westeros, she was sure her aunt Jaelynne would find a place for her there. Of course, as they weren't an anti-clan, thoughts of capture, enslavement, murder, or torture were far from the husky's mind...unless one considered being hugged as torture, though she wouldn't be surprised if there was someone who did somewhere out in the world. When she first caught the scent of the Thunderlands drifting from the border, an eager smile stretched its way across her muzzle, and she turned to head straight for the scent. While the Thunderlands weren't really an ally of there's, there was always the chance someone from there was bringing gifts, or even better, coming to join her clan!


    When she finally arrived, the canine allowed her gaze to drift over the feline that stood at the border, looking kinda upset if that grimace on his face was anything to go by. "Hi there! I'm Iris, can i ask what you're doing here in The Sanctuary?" she asked in her usual jovial tone of voice, bouncing up and down on her paws as she did in an attempt to at least bleed off some of the excitement she was feeling right now. Oh, she really did hope that this was a joiner, she always loved getting new clanmates, no, getting new friends, who she might one day recognize as a part of her family, one could never have enough friends or family...ok well, maybe if there were thousands, cause then it'd be tough to keep up with all their names n'stuff.



    (c)trexgirl

    tan followed along after the shepherd, bouncing to keep pace with her much longer strides. he didn't know anything about the thunderlands or thunderclan, and as it rained very little in the sanctuary, he didn't even know what thunder was.

    but, despite his lack of knowledge, he sprung forward, hoping for his own new friend - someone who could help him with frisk's flowers perhaps.

    ♚ makaio

    -- Reyna --

    It was quite funny from her perspective. Reyna always loved the ones that arrived with an expression like that; something locked with fear or the predetermined idea that this place was full of nasty spirits. That wasn't entirely untrue, but compared to the restless dead she used to know these weren't exactly the most fearsome phantoms out there. And neither were her clanmates. The duo that had arrived before the huge wolf set the tone of The Sanctuary in a rather odd way. You had somebody so young and full of energy, and another kind and welcoming. It was almost as if she existed to balance these positive outlooks, since when Reyna arrived at the scene she stopped a couple of meters back. Her figure distorted and hidden by her garments and outline half submerged into the fog. Only those glowing, burning eyes seemed to stand out, staring into this new arrival as she awaited his response.

    -- How was Purgatory? / Tags / Diary --

    As soon as he spotted the larger Shepherd making her way towards him, his paralyzing fear seemed to dissipate. The aura she gave off allowed him to relax, even if the alteration was slight. His thin, or as his mother would describe them: "delicate", shoulders slumped a bit, limbs moving accordingly. Her expression was pleasant, and the tone coating her voice was the same. Regardless, Oriolepaw still held a tinge of trepidation. Perhaps it was due to her size, or the fact that she was a complete stranger, someone new for him to meet. He was unaware of her intentions, but as per usual, he only assumed the worst of outcomes. The longer he observed her, the more he began to gather. She was bouncing, literally, which he found to be a bit unsettling. His already narrowed eyes squinted further, scrutinizing her for a moment more before his optics reopened fully. Oriole straightened his posture, more so that he would be standing erect rather than appear small and more feeble than he already was. He opened his mouth to speak, but upon the arrival of two others, his words were caught in his throat. His maw remained agape, until he realized how stupid he most likely looked. He snapped his jaws shut before clearing his throat rather awkwardly.


    "I.. I'm, uh, lost," Oriolepaw then admitted rather brokenly, speech stuttering in spite of himself. Inwardly, he was rolling his eyes at himself, already peeved. He scuffled his paws over the ground, lips curling back further into a frown. How obvious could he make himself seem? The scent he carried was obviously from another domain; he didn't particularly belong in the Sanctuary. However, by the way Iris greeted him and inquired him, it seemed as though they wouldn't mind if he joined their ranks. As his gaze passed to the kitten standing beside the Shepherd, his eyes softened. He didn't hold much of a soft spot for children, but he was one as well, considering he was only six months old. The last one to arrive stood broodingly in the back, their eyes almost glowing beneath the fog that he had only just noticed. Oriole couldn't gather much from her, so he simply returned his attention to Iris. "My name is Oriolepaw. I guess I'm here to join? If that's alright..?" The young feline suggested in an obnoxiously apparent questionable tone. His head tilted up a bit as his features contorted once again, but instead of a frown, his face held a somewhat puzzled look.

    "Sure it's alright. At least, I'm pretty sure it is. They just accepted me a day ago and you're far less intimidating than myself, so I'm sure you're alright buddy," the ebony feline mused with the smallest of smiles resting on her dark features. She arrived on silent paws bringing her forward with a leisurely gait. "Nice to meet you, Oriolepaw. Nice name too. I'm Invidia, which is a far nicer name, if you ask me. It's Latin."

    He looked at me with hollow eyes and he whispered my name as the flowers died
    I felt my heart go cold as I sank between the ocean I am and the river I'm meant to be     — tags

    The Sanctuary was full of children, he'd marvel in quiet tones, briefly stopping beside Reyna. He spared the wolf a single look, as if to silently say hello, before his mismatched gaze turned towards the apprentice. He had a lovely name, though the hound decided that'd be a little awkward to inject. "You're welcome to join, of course. I am Lucien, nice to meet you," he'd eventually rumble in a soft, earthly tone.

    Sometimes I wonder if I'm only a ghost, wearing human skin I never change

    I listened to the devil as he spoke because he tempted me with a beautiful rose

    -- Reyna --

    Things seemed to be developing nicely. As per the norm her clanmates were taking care of this stranger quite happily. Although the wolf rarely interacted with them during these little joining events, she felt it was necessary to show her face at least once. As the familiar presence of Lucien moved up beside her though Reyna felt her mood improving somewhat. He was always a welcome sight, and so as the hound threw a nod her way she made sure to return it, albeit in a more curt fashion. Taking a couple steps forwards with him, the hooded figure raised her voice next "Welcome to The Sanctuary. I'm Reyna" Short and straight to the point.

    -- How was Purgatory? / Tags / Diary --

    His eyes were directed towards Invidia as soon as she began speaking to him, telling him of how his name was nice, but hers was nicer. Oriolepaw saw no point in making such a comment, so he merely stared at her for a moment, perplexed. Was it necessary? No. Perhaps it was how these non-ThunderClanners communicated with one another, or maybe it was because of his lack of experience with other people. After making his observation, he straightened his posture once more. "Um, thanks, I guess.." Oriole said to her in a confused manner, shrugging his shoulders stiffly. "It's nice?" He then added in agreement, tone the same as before. His voice cracked as well: a sign of his anxiety beginning to seep through the cracks. Usually, he was better at keeping it in check, but now was not one of those times. It was quite overwhelming for him, especially when he had no one to depend upon.


    When Lucien arrived, his attention was immediately averted to him. He was a hellhound, much larger and quite horrifying to look at. It seemed that his demeanor did not match his appearance, fortunately. Oriolepaw was pleased to see that, but his nerves were not so easily calmed. "Hi.. Nice to meet you too," the much smaller feline said softly, eyes narrowed upon the other male, as they had been with the others who had arrived. Reyna, though intimidating, didn't seem to be of any harm. She merely spoke curtly, and to the point. If she didn't want to have any interest in him, then he would have none in her either. Regardless, Oriole did at learn cock his head in her direction after she spoke to him, lips parting. "Thanks." He shifted the weight on his paws before shuffling forward, moving past those who had flocked to him. He would find the main camp on his own, unless they offered to show him the way. He wasn't fond of asking for help, so he remained silent.