above the waves -- Dual Joiners

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    ✩ — They heard of a group open to joiners. And lucky for them, it was pretty easy for them to find. They lived on floating islands.You could probably see them from a mile away. Plus, she heard that the group held morals, unlike a lot of groups around. So she, and her friend, Lycanpaw, decided to check them out.


    They has stepped on the boats and made the journey to the main island. After stepping off, icy eyes scan the islands, taking in the biomed and habitats. It was breathtaking to see them all, and not have even lived there. The cream lupurca shook her head, putting on a face that held a tad of confidence. She turns her head towards her friend, and asks, "Ready, Lycanpaw?"


    //you can respond before Lycanpaw does. Also on mobile.

    with paws softly crunching on the ground, the small cub would make himself over to what seemed to be two others (though his attention was pulled solely on the first one who'd arrived.) he was still completely nervous- completely nervous to leave his cottage, after what had happened. he was scared, deep in the back of his mind, that these two were here to capture him, to take him back to the exiles to torture him yet again. but. he could do this. he was okay.


    even still, he held an aura of psi energy, sparks of energy running up and down his front legs in nervousness. "h-hello... i'm lucas." he spoke skyly, eyes not exactly meeting the other's, tail tip flicking nervously. "this is blizzardclan. why- why are you here?"

    ✧ —I WANNA SWIM AWAY / BUT DON'T KNOW HOW

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    I WON'T LET YOU DOWN - NOT IN THIS LIFE OR THE NEXT.

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    Things have not been what one could consider normal since he had met Waywardpaw, he still remembered their chance encounter out in the forest areas. They had found him alone, and struggling. That day still rang fresh in his mind. He couldn't remember anything before that day. Just waking up to them as he struggled to remember the past. Where he had came from, who were his caregivers. It had all been a blank barring normal instincts. That and a name, Lycanpaw. He didn't know where the name came from, but he assumed it had been his. There was something about its tone that had felt eerily familiar. He may not have all the answers to his own questions now, but one day he would find them out. That was his promise.


    When Waywardpaw had told him of these floating rocks with creatures living on them, the Lupurca couldn't help but feel that would be the best place to start his journey. The best way to find out about his own past. Fate wouldn't have just brought them here for no reason right? When they had arrived, he had been stunned into silence by the look of the place. He had felt like he had seen it in his dreams. This was the sign he took as their way to go. Destiny led them here, and if it was to join? So be it if that was what would be required. "I'm ready Wayward.", the teenage Lupurca would say as she smelled the scent of someone approaching. They didn't have a hostile tone to them, so he left his guard down for now. "Hello Lucas, I'm Lycanpaw, and this is Waywardpaw, you could say well...were looking for a home.", the canine like creature would say as his voice sounded younger despite his size. Internally Lycan could only toy with the word Blizzardclan over his tongue. The word felt...familiar...this had to be the right path then.



    "Speech."

    ( LYCANPAW // TAGS // 10 Moons )

    ✩ — The Muzikant stops, looking at the young cub. What was he doing out here without any parents? Blue eyes narrow, not in suspicion, but in worry. Seriously, what was a kid doing out all alone? She was ready to respond to the young kid, but she notices energy sparking around his paws. Dang. Did his parents abandon him or something because of odd powers? She finally opens her maw to speak.


    And then Lycanpaw comes over. She smiles at the Lupurca. They both lost their memories, or so it seemed. They were in search for them once more. It seemed odd, like a ragtag pair of misfits adventuring together. Since he was here, she listens to him talk before adding on. It isn't as sassy as she usually is, but she was decent enough to tone it down around someone so young. "Ah, yes, we wish to join."

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    "well, then, welcome!" my voice rang over to the three as i bounded over, a purr erupting in my throat. "welcome to blizzardclan! i'm loveletter, but you can call me love, if you want! i don't mind either way. it's nice to meet you, lycanpaw and waywardpaw!" i was slightly surprised by the length of their names, but yet i knew my name was long as well.

    I WON'T LET YOU DOWN - NOT IN THIS LIFE OR THE NEXT.

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    "Chan eil fios agam mun treubh seo, Gyresoul. Chuireadh fàilte air daoine òga dhuinn, an àite nan èildearan, a chuir fàilte air an fheadhainn ùra.", Lycan would begin to say as he looked toward Waywardpaw, the words coming out of his younger voice strange from the ancient way the words sounded. Lycan knew however that Wayward would understand the language, they had done it before after all. He doubted many of the newer ones here would understand this old language .


    The Lupurca would give a nod to Wayward before stepping closer towards Loveletter. "It's a pleasure for you two to have us here, but I have to ask why your, or rather our clan's security on these borders are so lax? There are many dangers that live out past these lands. Yet for the longest moment, only a child younger than ourselves came to meet us here. A child more squirming than the worms in the ground. Even you do not look much older than ourselves even. Myself and Wayward are perhaps Ten Moon cycles, Waywardpaw about Nine. While today, we meant no threat, what will happen the next time this younger child here is alone with two larger foes?"



    "Speech."

    ( LYCANPAW // TAGS // 10 Moons )