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    [[I've been accepted too~ Well, I know that the leader just died and they appointed a new one, because Chaosclan recentky started a fight over territory, so some people are injured, but I don't know much else apart from that.]]

    Elwynn had just come back from hunting and searching for herbs when the strong scent of tangible metallic blood reached her nose. Faltering for a moment, the young white cat broke into a runs skidding into the clearing. "I-I didn't mean to stray so far or be out so long!" She gushed in apology, a little flustered. "W-what happened?"

    [[I've been better thanks! And this has been real slow moving. ._. I just joined yesterday to spice things up. I was worried the card was lost D: But that's okay, don't worry about it~ It's the thought that counts. ^^]]

    Elwynn shivered in fright at Fang's abrasives nature and started to hurry about, tending to some of the cat's wounds. She wasn't a medicine apprentice, but she knew how to work with herbs.

    Elwynn ran up to Diamondclaw with a mouthful of herbs, seeming a little flustered when she saw the deputy. "D-Diamondclaw, you're limping!" The short white Scottish Fold cat gushed frantically. checking for any visible wounds. "Can I help you a-at all?

    A quiet voice hissed from behind them as a flash of green slithered through the undergrowth. "You're lucky to be alive." Yin sighed, looking back at the two other wolves he had with him. "Chaosclan has moved on without us, and we are left with no home. We'd like to request temporary stay here at your camp..."


    --


    The large black wolf looked up at Akina, eyes dull. In a monotonous tone, he spoke quietly, so it demanded utter silence to be clearly heard. "Akina... Safety, you say? ... Would you have not been guarenteed safety here with this pack? If you want what little trust I have left, then earn it back. But one thing is for sure— I don't appreciate liars. I loved you too, with all this broken icy heart I had to offer. But if you drop something carelessly, it's hard to fix it. Things won't be exactly the same, there will always be cracks. Join the pack, don't join the pack... Do as you wish. But hear me here and hear me now, if you ever dare to betray us again, so help me I WILL BE THE ONE TO PERSONALLY RIP YOUR THOAT OUT." He snarled the last part viscously, baring his fangs and growling before stepping back. "Tch. Do I make myself clear?"


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    What Should We Call You: Inky.


    Name: "Jay. Anything else may be discussed."


    Gender: "Male, obviously. Need a little more proof?"


    Species: "Wolf."


    Age: "What's it matter to you? I'm young, who cares for the specifics."


    Rank: "Warrior, che."


    Appearance:


    [img width=510 height=372]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu8M…white-wolf-big%5B1%5D.jpg[/img]


    Personality: "Hmph. I don't like others. Never have. Been abused in the past, won't let it happen again. I'm tough and like to fly solo. Ain't no team player."


    Weaknesses (At least 3): "I do not work well in a team and tend to break bonds and rules rather easily. I like it that way though."


    Strengths: (No more then 5): "I'm strong and efficient."


    Any disabilities?: "Why're you prying?"


    Crush/Mate: "Hmph."


    Kits: "No."


    Other: "Pineapples are actually berries. Did you know that? There's a code word from the rules supposed to go here, but I don't remember it.


    ~x~


    Name: "You may call me Yang..."


    Gender: "I am Male."


    Species: "My species? I am a emerald pit viper..."


    Age: "I suppose I'm starting to get on in years... 6 years in total this year."


    Rank: "Merely a Warrior."


    Appearance:


    [img width=510 height=340]http://ladaray.files.wordpress…/two-beautiful-snakes.jpg[/img]


    Personality: "Mostly, I try to as calm as I can. As a viper, I have deadly venom, and I wouldn't want to lash out at anybody in a temper now, would I? Most things don't bother me, and camp moves a bit too quickly for this lethargic snake to keep up."


    Weaknesses (At least 3): "I'm not anywhere near as nimble as I used to be, nor is my sight as strong either. Not to mention my lack of limbs to fight, unlike the more furry and feathered variety in this chaotic group."


    Strengths: (No more then 5): "My venom is still deadly and strong. I spend most my time hunting in the treetops."


    Any disabilities?: "I can gladly deny this."


    Crush/Mate: "Ironic, that the one I have a certain fondness for is the leader of Chaosclan Yin. Yin and Yang... Mm, I am not sure if she's aware of my liking for her. She's quite the beautiful cobra, if I do say so myself."


    Hatchlings: "Not for me."


    Other: "Ah, the words here are 'Chicken pot pie', is it not? How fitting."


    ~x~


    Name: "Feh, bastards, always wanting too much information. You may address me as Frostbite, and Frostbite only. "


    Gender: "Can't you tell I'm male? Idiot."


    Species: "I'm a wolf."


    Age: "Five years."


    Rank: "Warrior."


    Appearance: [[You'll have to imagine the injuries.]]


    [img width=510 height=382]http://howlingforjustice.files…forest-in-winter-kewl.jpg[/img]


    [img width=510 height=382]http://api.ning.com/files/0CfN…hiteWolfWithBlueEyes.jpg/[/img]


    Personality: "Yes, I'm curt and rude. Deal with it. What do you want from me, a life story? Bah, nobody has time for such frivolous things. I get to the point, I don't dally around. Impatient, yes. Ability to deal with idiots, no."


    (Though he won't admit it, he's very bitter about his past and the way he looks because of the numerous ugly battle scars that mar his features and pelt.)


    Weaknesses (At least 3): "Weaknesses... Who the hell in their right mind would list those aloud?"


    (Frostbite is blind in his left eye due to battle scars that run right across the left side of his face, ripping his right ear and trailing down the left side of his muzzle. This means there is a blind spot that he cannot watch. His right side hearing is also damaged due to the same injury. Once again, due to injuries, his front left paw is missing, replaced by a prosthetic foot by the research facility nearby. He made the mistake when he was young of following a kit that ran away into the area to bring it back, and being captured by humans. They replaced his foot, but he never saw the pup again, and has blamed himself for the loss ever since.)


    Strengths: (No more then 5): "I can hunt, I'm strong and calculating in a fight, what more do you want?"


    Any disabilities?: "I'm blind in my left eye. Do the scars scare you? Does the colour frighten you? Then run child, go play with your friends. There's no need to be here. I'm not worth more than being a kitten's bedtime warning. I'd rather stay in the shadows..."


    (Is also deaf in his right ear and has a prosthetic left forepaw.)


    Crush/Mate: "Who has time for such fluffy things anymore... It's a cruel world. Such things will end up breaking you instead."


    (He actually sorely feels the need to be accepted by somebody. Most people recoil in horror and treat him with at arm's length. He refuses to cover up his blind eye and the skin around it where fur refuses to grow back, seeing little point in people not accepting who he really is.)


    Kits: "They only get in the way, what a waste of time."


    (Frostbite used to love kittens and it breaks his heart when they run away from him. It's one of the main reasons why he stays in the shadows during the day and patrols and hunts at night. He admires the bold kits that are brave enough to talk to him.)


    Other: "Chicken pot pie... Hmph."


    "I don't know, but we'll figure something out." Ashe whispered gently, nudging his mate. "You should go and comfort her..." The cream-coloured wolf continued, gesturing to Lavi. "She looks like she could use your gentle touch."


    --


    "I'll do as I please." He growled at Silver, black fur bristling.