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    — OUR BONES ARE TOO WEAK

    Billows of mist trundled about the forest floor, giving the illusion of life to an otherwise frost-bitten earth. A profoundly cadaverous and hyperborean Beau traipsed through the dimly lit clearing, his furless skin protected by the hide of a raccoon. His newly discovered shawl once belonged to the mangled remains of roadkill, which was of great convenience to him, since he wouldn't have stood a chance against the being while it was alive. Much to his disgruntlement, residing alone in an unforgiving woodland was more or less a death sentence, specifically for his breed. His attempts to establish himself in RiverClan went wordlessly overlooked, but that didn't hinder his efforts. This would be the second, and hopefully the last time he would proceed into a clan's territory as a loner. "Hey, ShadowClan! Didn't know if you noticed, but I'm freezing my tail off here!" He exclaimed, growing exceedingly desperate at this point. The frigid temperatures he had exposed himself to and apparent malnutrition were beginning to have their ill effects on his mentality.

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    LICHEN;;


    A desperate screech would pierce the otherwise silent forest, hurting the tom's ears and causing him to jump in surprise. With a growl, he would force himself to head in the direction of the yowl, ignoring the pounding headache that was forming behind his eyes. Grumbling indignantly under his breath about the stupidity of the stranger, he would force his stiff joints and sore muscles to carry him to the border.


    He would freeze at the stench of long-dead raccoon, along with the sound of breathing. Putting two and two together, Mister Dead Raccoon had to be the individual who had rudely, and impatiently, yelled for Shadowclan. It didn't make any sense, as he couldn't smell the feline wearing the raccoon armor, the stench of roadkill overpowering it. Shaking out his fur, he would take the last couple steps towards the other male, tone impatient and expression expectant. "Who th' hell are ya, an' why th' fuck are ya 'ere, yellin' ya balls off like that." Crude, yes, but having his quiet hunting excursion interrupted by some idiot wasn't enjoyable in the slightest.


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    — OUR BONES ARE TOO WEAK

    Beau's methods of conveyance were certainly no better than Lichen's. His deteriorating state of mind would only make his demeanor all the more unprepossessing. "Pretty sure my balls have already frozen off, bosom buddy." An impish giggle immediately followed the conclusion of this sentence, but this certainly was no slapstick matter. The extrication of sleep had escaped him for the past three days, and food deprivation made this circumstance no better. His outward semblance was always repelling, but never to this great of an extent. Needless to say, the imbrued epidermis draped over his cervix was a wardrobe addition that no one wanted their eyes to be at the receiving end of. "Beau, 36 moons, homeless, and probably dying. Pleasure is all mine." He coughed turbulently, recalling the fact that his fox den dwelling was reclaimed by a torrent of loam. How convenient. "Being a vagabond in every sense of the word, I think you can guess my reasons for coming here."

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    ･ﾟ ✦ ° Curiosity Killed The Cat - Jaggedpaw was off hunting, trying to be useful to her clan, when she heard a shout, and then a harsh reply. From the chosen words, Jaggedpaw guessed it was Lichen, and some loner. She changed course and bounded towards the sounds, appearing beside Lichen and peering at the new comer. "You're here to join ShadowClan?" She asked curiously.

    — OUR BONES ARE TOO WEAK

    The disheveled tom pivoted his gaze towards what he assumed to be an apprentice, an unsightly grin framing his features in an unflattering matter. "Why, by all means! Y-you guys are into food, right? Well, m-me too. You know, I can catch lots of that for you. Lots..." His wavering thoughts cascaded into parts unknown, before he regained sight of his motives. Once more, he centralized his focus back to Lichen, a famished glaze varnishing his once luminous visionaries. "Look, just help a guy out here. I know baldness isn't really the look this season, but who said I couldn't make it work?" He halted his speech as if to add emphasis to his point, but this only accentuated his manic behavior. "Maybe I could speak to your leader! You guys got one?"

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    Falconbreeze || Male || Warrior of ShadowClan

    "We have a leader..." Falconbreeze stalked out from behind a tall pine where he'd been crouched, trying to snag a scrawny mouse. It had run away when the strange tom had started yowling. "I suppose we can take you to see him. He's not very keen on strangers at the moment, but maybe he'll give you a chance."

    Mongrel.

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    If we’re gonna stand, we stand as giants. If we’re gonna Walk, we walk as LIONS

    Lionstar / Trad. ShadowClan Leader / ♂ / tags & information

    *:･ﾟ


    Was this feline related to that BloodClanner from days before?


    “Your Leader is here...” he growled, standing up to full height. The undergrowth trembled as he came forward.  




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    Falconbreeze || Male || Warrior of ShadowClan

    "Your name is Beau right? Well, Beau, meet Lionstar. He is the leader of ShadowClan." The older tom dipped his head to the menacing shape and stepped back to stand beside Jaggedpaw. He wondered what Lionstar would say. There did seem to be an awful lot of new cats around, which, although good for the growth of Clan, was also a little alarming. Any one of them could actually be a spy from one of the enemy Clans. Lionstar was, however, acting a little paraniod. Falconbreeze curled his tail around his paws and watched.

    ･ﾟ ✦ ° Curiosity Killed The Cat - Jaggedpaw turned to see her father coming forwards, pricking her ears curiously, before tilting her head in confusion as LionStar growled his answer. Why was he acting so mean already to someone they'd just met? "Yeah, he wants to join ShadowClan. I think he's hungry too, and he says he can hunt for us too. If we let him join, won't it be a win win?" She asked, shifting next to Falconbreeze and looking at her dad hopefully. Jaggedpaw didn't really know the tom from any other stranger, but she wanted to help him.

    — OUR BONES ARE TOO WEAK

    The esteemed leader of ShadowClan's introduction was daunting, to say the least. Nevertheless, Beau proceeded with little prudence. "Happy to swap hellos with ya, buddy. The name's Beau, don't wear it out." The gangly tom had a substantial lack of self-awareness, which oozed from his comical phrases and mannerisms. "I'm happy to inform you that I'd be gratified to join the ranks of your woodland posse." He announced with an inkling of pride, his limited knowledge of clan life becoming abundantly apparent now. He was unaware of the existence of any feline with a semblance similar to his, but would likely be sent to the moon and back at the revelation of such knowledge. "Don't ya worry, this guy's got a few tricks up his raccoon hide. I promise I'll be of little to no burden to your assembly."

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    coming back from hunting to what looked like a drowned corpse was something russetstorm only dreamed of happening.


    "what is this soggy raisin and why is it standing in the middle of camp," the she-cat growled, eyeing the pelt of roadkill remains draped over the shoulders of the rouge with disconcerting interest. she then raked her narrowed gaze around the wrinkled, bare skin of the unfamiliar cat, curling her lip in disgust. "you fall asleep in the river or something? or were you born looking like the intestines of a dead rat?" russetstorm flashed her teeth, observing the tom's very comical and unconcerned nature with a flick of her bushy red tail.

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    If we’re gonna stand, we stand as giants. If we’re gonna Walk, we walk as LIONS

    Lionstar / Trad. ShadowClan Leader / ♂ / tags & information

    *:･ﾟ✦ Lionstar Shot a glare at Russetstorm. Had they asked for her opinion? No. “You may join.” He conceded, giving a flick of his tail. 




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    — OUR BONES ARE TOO WEAK

    Beau gazed catatonically at Lionstar for a few fleeting moments, trying to decipher not only Russetstorm's discourteous description of his outward appearance, but the fact that his immense efforts had not been in vain. The actuality of never returning to the dreaded fox den instilled emotions in him that words couldn't describe. "R-Really? I don't what to- I mean, uh, thank you." Desperate times often brought out the best of Beau's disposition, which was a rare sight indeed. His new home would require higher standards of living, as well as the development of pleasant conversation topics with his peers. He had negligently disappointed every individual in his life leading up to this point, but all of that was about to change.

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