take your pride, take your vanity~ (open)

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    [justify]In the pure umbrage, a single tom scowered the bog, the everglades shimmering with a certain moonlit light. The golden-brown feline glistened in the cascading radiance, paws churning up pine and muddy earth as he wandered aimlessly forward into the swampland. "Now ... where is Shadowclan?" The rouge's green eyes simmered with impatience. Surely the marsh dwelling cats were somewhere. Rolling the green orbs, he padded to the side of a simple pine tree and plopped down amongst a patch of dry-ish foilage. He would wait all night if he had to.[/justify]

    Brookesglade pondered through the landscape, her eyes clouded with emptiness and contempt. She had wandered out of camp, as she was looking for a piece of mind, Brookesglade sighed, as her paws felt the moist, pine-needled ground underneath her paws. Brookesglade shook her head, she was utterly lost in her distinct, thoughts when she came across a stranger, her distant gaze flitted over his, golden stature. Shaking her head, the she-cats luscious voice poured out of her mouth- fluent and smooth like a river.


    "Hello there, I am Brookesglade of Shadowclan. What brings you here?"

    [justify]"Hello, Brookesglade." The golden feline greeted her with an equally smooth voice, and a curt dip of his head. "I just happened to be looking for an escort to your camp. I've come to join Shadowclan's ranks. Is it possible you could lead me to your leader?" Greatescape straightened his back and sat up, wrapping his tail tightly around his large, masculine paws.[/justify]

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    Brookesglade shrugged her thin, shoulders her lithe tan brown body glistening wildly under the light of the atmosphere, Brookesglade nodded her small head, flashing a fake smile at him as she was truly not happy. "I suppose I can, although what is your name?" she pondered, it was a absolute must for her to know one's name for, she felt it was not proper to adress them without their own name in the sentence. Call it informal, but it was just a pet peeve for her not to. Brookesglade light muscles rippled underneath her coat, as she stared at the tom peering into his eyes- although, her gaze was emotionless. As if, her soul and body was empty and it was only bones, arteries and muscles inside of her.

    [justify]"Oh, of course! The name's Greatescape." The tomcat wore a simple smile on his golden features. "What's your leader's name, if I may ask?" Greatescape didn't normally speak so formal, but it was a must for him to do so around the first ShadowClan cat he had met. If he didn't make a good impression he might not even join their ranks. Though it might not even be that big of a deal, impressions were big to him. The golden tom padded a bit closer to Brookesglade, hoping she would begin to lead him to the camp.[/justify]

    [justify]OOC;; The official leader here is Serpentstar, right?[/justify]