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    Through the midst of fog and moss in a dusky November evening, a small female calico could be seen lazily dragging her ivory paws across the forest floor. Her long fur was matted and tangled, flowers and twigs askew in her pelt, and her short maw was lifted at the corners in a nonchalant little smile. She was always smiling, as she seen the beauty in all life - from the smallest insect, to the largest tree. After spending recent months travelling, finding herself and appreciating the beauty of the world around her; she had decided it was time for her to settle down in a forever home.


    "Hellooo~" The fairy-esque femme called out in a Jamaican accent, "I'm Islapaw . . . and I would like to join."


    a strange voice sang through the air, and stormpaw looked up curiously. it was an interesting accent, one she hadn't heard before. but then again, there were cats from all over in the clans. padding towards the sound, she soon found herself facing a pretty young she-cat. her fur was matted and tangled but it was easy to see that once she'd had a proper meal, a bit of mousebile and a good night's sleep, she would be a beautiful femme. "hello there. this is riverclan territory." stormpaw told the girl, snowy white paws kneading gently into the marshy ground. "what's your name? and how did you hear about us?"



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    MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE, SAID IT RUIN ME ONE DAY —

    The lumbering charming brute was the next to arrive besides Stormpaw with a warm and alluring smile. His handsome features were adorned with a welcoming expression, wondering where this she-cat hailed from due to her strange accent. Bearthroat had lives his thirty-five moons within Riverclan but could be found wandering a large portion of the time and yet he’d never heard such a voice. Golden smoldering gaze locked onto the pretty molly before he introduced himself, ”Bearthroat’s the name. I don’t have the authority to accept you, but I’m sure Nightstar shouldn’t have a problem with it.” His distinct gravelly vocals rumbled ruggedly.

               



    RiverClan was filled to the brim with apprentices. Zephyrtongue thought it was a wonderful thing. The lanky tomcat strolled over to the trio, an easy smile on his features. His gaze flickered to rest on the newcomer. "Welcome, little lady." His tone was jovial. "If you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"