DEAD LANGUAGE ~ O, joining

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    Clover was a Colouredclan member for a long, long time. She had left a long time ago, but in that time she had kits with a tom she met in her journey looking for a quiet place to live the rest of her life. She had thought about this for a long, long time, and decided that one of her dear kits, Secunda, was not suited to the loner life, so at six months, she took her kits to the border of her old clan and explained to her daughter what to do before leaving with her brother, Primus. Such creative names, but they were bona fide Roman names.


    The girl flicked her tabby tail as she watched her mother leave, and was fine with it. This will be fun, she thought as she turned back to the direction of the heart of the clan. Her mother spoke mostly Latin, her own native tongue, but English was also a language she knew basics in. "Salvete! Hello?" she called, peering across the horizon for approaching clanmates. She took a step into the territory to show that she had no fear of these strange creatures.

    "speech."


    Apathy and Ignorance —— tags.


    ✦ ✧ ✦ Oz was the first one to hear the call, slowly making his way over. He was in no rush, it wasn't like he cared at all. The hound approaches the scene and steadily comes to a stop in front of the stranger. His hellish eyes fixate on them as he purses his lips. "You're on Painted Brigade territory. What's your name and business here?" He questions, his voice cold and unnerving.

    Decemberlights Fallout

    IS IT WORTH IT, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR ME?

    lupurca - male - single - black rams horns & retractable claws


    Since Ozy had already gone ahead to ask the typical 'name and business' bit, December didn't say anything as he made his way over to stand beside the other, green eyes coming to rest on the stranger as the slender lupurca waited for a response.


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    Oh no. English. Her mother spoke some English to her, but the dominant language was Latin. She had been told most spoke only English, but those scary eyes distracted her. "Um, salve. My... nomen est Secunda. I... want to join the Colouredclan. I know... small English." Se watched the Lupurca out of the corner of her eye while pulling her mother's Roman helmet from behind her and adjusting it onto her head. Two was quite enough for her, especially when they were both bigger than she and super intimidating. "Uh, quid significat 'business'?" she questioned nervously. For all she knew that was a terrible thing to ask someone, but she had no idea.

    "speech."


    [glow='#39ac39']Apathy and Ignorance —— tags.


    It wasn’t long before the leader would arrive, already taking note of the members currently present. The stranger’s words confused him however. Colouredclan was no longer a clan, rather a blended clan with Valhalla. Even then he was struggling to find where the clan stood in that mess. While he wanted to do his best to keep to tradition, he had no idea of the past traditions and such. "You’re more than welcome to join us. But Colouredclan isn’t fully the clan were are. Colouredclan and Valhalla merged together to form the Painted Brigade." He mused, completely unaware of the poor girl’s confusion over the matter.


    // welcome!!

    Eep! When the third creature appeared, the young girl fluffed up defensively. She pulled her helmet over her eyes (It was a bit big for her) and listened to the echo-y voice as it bounced around the inside of her helmet. It sounded friendly and inviting, so she peeked through her visor and said "mihi mater... my mother said that. I... did not listen." She didn't listen to Clover about the Painted Brigade often, as she didn't expect this joining until about a week ago. "Uh, quid tibi est nomen? My nomen is Secunda." She just didn't know how to word it, so she tried to add cotext clues in choppy English.

    "speech."


    Apathy and Ignorance —— tags.

    the tall feline strode over, eyeing the smaller and slightly younger cat with his glowing golden eyes. she was kind of adorable. he grunted and stood beside his father, swishing his ivory tail back and forth. he only knew some latin, but what she was saying was basic enough for him to understand. My name is Casper.


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    Those who came before her were tall, brutish - even if some were sleek with their fur or thin with their frame, the lot of them were lupurcas, hellhounds, large canines with snapping teeth and unwavering eyes. She, however, was small. Dainty. Amelia was unaware of the fear that Secunda had of the larger creatures - the fear almost directly mirroring her own - and stepped between father and son to properly greet the child. It was easy to see that she was struggling, but unfortunately Amelia wouldn't be able to help. Not immediately, anyways.


    "Amelia," she pressed her paw to her chest, hoping that would convey enough. No use in speaking long, winding sentences and losing the child half way through, "Do you want help to camp?" she hummed next.

    Another feline showed up and seemed to understand the girl enough to answer her question, albeit in his own language. "Casper." she repeated, smiling. Easy enough, and with enough context it shouldn't be too hard to learn the language if she put time into it. Hah, time. It was her own, and she could do anything she wanted with it. She wasn't about to waste it listening to chaotic sounds and trying to make sense of it.


    The fifth creature was smaller too, and it comforted Se to know her size was not going to be a problem here. She introduced herself as Amelia, unless Amelia was another English greeting. Only one way to find out. "Ita... Yes. I would like that, Amelia." she answered the girl's question. She seemed friendly enough, so Secunda could assume 'camp' was a friendly place where she wouldn't die immediately from sheer horror combined with the residents pulling her limbs apart slowly. Or something.

    "speech."


    Apathy and Ignorance —— tags.