these battlescars : open, joining

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    Two orbs of dazzling emerald light glistered from the shadowy depths of the forest, a constant, bee-like hum emitting from beneath the cinnamon-kissed muzzle they illuminated. The eerie green touch ran its cold fingers over a sleek ivory pelt, each strand shaded of gem and shadow, and an unsettlingly sharp aura looped the figure’s form, if it anyone was able to view it.


    The feline of dusty satin moved about the outside glinting iron fence, numb pawpads nudging rocks swiftly from the path by the bars. As pelt brushed metal, emerald eyes narrowed, and the figure’s gaze grew stonecold. It was soon quite clear that their motives were of business, yet this expression soon vanquished, morphed into a sweet smile and friendly, emerald lighted grin.


    “My name is Warpaint, and I request to join.”



    My name is Warpaint, and I request to join.


    It was not long before Tanaquil made her appearance by the border, her blue eyes beaming at the newcomer. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but she was glad to have another member in The District, and she opened the gate. “Welcome, then, Warpaint. I’m Tanaquil, leader at your service.”





    ”Hi!” Butterflypaw chirped as she trotted in beside Tanaquil, pausing to give the newcomer a sideways glance. The apprentice wasn’t so used to newcomers that simply stated their name and their intentions, but she had to admit, this one certainly had a cool name and intentions. She was pretty, too, but not monsterously giant which would prove good in the future. “I’m Butterpaws!”