I WANT TO CHANGE [ JOINING ]

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    He could feel the cold nipping at his flesh under his fur as he wandered aimlessly, his breath shown in the crisp air as he pushed his lungs to intake and exhale more. He loved the cold, loved winter, but it was all too much for his fragile frame. It was then he stumbled upon a boat, which was rather strange looking in his eyes. The kitsune stepped over the side of it lightly and cozied himself in, wrapping his tails around his body in an attempt to shelter in warm heat. 'What do I do? Where does this go?' He vaguely remembered his sibling telling him about a place where boats flew to floating, magical islands, a place he'd always wanted to join... but it was all foggy after that. 'May I go up?' He thought, only intending it as a whimsical plea. Until the boat started gently moving its way upward, carrying him as panic spread across his face. It finally stopped after minutes of waiting, the kitsune trembling with anxiety.


    Upon landing, he took a shaky step out of the boat, the rest of himself tumbling afterwards. A huff escaped him as he got back to his feet, looking around with terrified, wide blue eyes. He didn't know what to say. He could sense there were others residing here, but he couldn't think of anything to call out. He felt that if he did, his voice would give up on him. The kitsune sat with his tails wrapped around him, his ears pinned to the back of his head. Hopefully someone would find him... the territory surrounding seemed strange and unfamiliar, and he didn't like it one bit.


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    hole in my soul, don't know how to fill it up

    Winter was an unforgiving season, and its nature grew more extreme at the cusp of the new year. Fortunately, his thick, dark fur provided enough insulation from the cold to ward off everything except the most keen of winter winds. It wasn't the same for others, so Aleksei didn't mind taking one or two more extra patrols to check up on the borders.


    One of the stops he regularly made was to where the floating boats docked by the island edge. Newcomers, returners, or visitors usually waited by there and today was no exception. The figure of the kitsune caught his eye and he came out from the treeline, curious. "Welcome to BlizzardClan," he offered, tilting his head slightly. "Are you looking to join?"

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    Persephone had known nothing but the cold, so while it bothered her, she didn't necessarily know any better. She had only seen the barren wastelands with blankets of snow, prey that was too thin to properly eat. She thought this life was normal, and therefore never complained about it. However she dreamed of times where food would be thicker than the bones, and her steps wouldn't be accompanied by the crunch of snow.


    Percy, nonetheless, was an adventurer. She never took a boat down to the surface in fear of getting lost, but the island was her territory, her land. She could explore to the edges and back and still find cool new things. It happened that Riverwarden was a 'cool new thing.' Percy may have followed Aleksei to learn more about his patrolling habits - perhaps to impress him once she got older - but she wouldn't admit it. The child hopped out of the foliage nearby, head tilted as she observed the kitsune, "Are you scared or somethin'? There's nothing scary here," she hummed, pulling her lips into a thin line.

    The kitsune shivered as two approached him, his eyes still alight with fear. Joining? Would he be joining? Oh, of course he would! "Ye-Yes I am," he said softly, eyeing the dark-furred figure carefully. Another had come over and asked if River was scared, and undoubtedly he was. "I think... I'll be okay. I'm not used to strange places." He paused. "Oh, my name is Riverwarden by the way, but I'm just called River." He wasn't sure what his real name was, as someone who'd sheltered him for quite some time now decided that "Riverwarden" was an apt name, despite how unnecessary it sounded, so he preferred River.


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    hole in my soul, don't know how to fill it up

    Aleksei was a little bit surprised to find Persephone out alone by herself, especially with the threat of war still looming. Kids will be kids, he supposed, and saying things couldn't exactly stop them from sneaking out of camp. However, he decided that he would talk with her once they got back to camp about the dangers of being out alone.


    Hearing River's affirmation, the BlizzardClanner would give the kitsune a nod. "Welcome to BlizzardClan, then, River," he returned. "Let's go to the camp and get you warm." The newcomer would probably appreciate a hot fire and some food.

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    "Is everything okay with them?" The ragged voice of the sickly creature asked as quietly as possible. Her eyes were worn, hooded gaze shifting to look where her great uncle was. The medic had not been around as much as she should be and it showed in the way that she slowly made her way forward. Eyes shifted toward the stranger and the pastel pink hybrid merely dipped her head in greeting to the stranger. Unfortunately she had not caught his name and for that she was a little bit embarrassed but she figured she would catch it in due time. But right now she focused primarily on the fact that the stranger was willing to stay in Blizzardclan and hoped that it would be a home for him in the coming time that he spent with all of them. But she kept her distance as she didn't' want to get the other sick and thus she merely weakly shifted her tail against her own body. "Welcome, I'm Valaerya and I hope Blizzardclan suits you."