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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan eagerly bounced about in the snow, making her way for the Riverclan camp. She loved the winter time and snow. She was a small Shetland sheepdog puppy with a brown and white fluffy pelt and pretty big brown eyes, one ear floppy and the other not floppy at all. She was a very pretty in her own happy and excited way, but she was very shy around large groups. Morgan hoped she would be able to greet herself to these new people and be accepted just fine. She wanted a home, and she wanted to be accepted. "He-- Hello?" the female dog barked out, a puff of white breath coming out with each word. "I... I was wondering if I could join this clan..."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]She blinked and whipped her head around to look at the cat in front of her. She loved cats, and before she had lived with cats before. They were cute to her. Of course, she didint dare say that out loud. "Um... My name is Lady Morgan Lassy. Morgan for short. And I was wondering if I could join your clan." the shy puppy repeated, shuffling her paws.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan looked to Cinderella and she smiled, tilting her head innocently with a wag of her tail before reciting her words. "I, Morgan, solemnly promise to devote all my loyalty to Riverclan and promise to fight for my clan until the day I die." thought uneasy at the word die and fight being as sweet and innocent as her mind was, she was willing to do anything to help this clan

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan blinked and frowned to herself. It had been so long since she was even around anyone else that she forgot how long it has been. She wasint even sure specifically how old she was. "I'm not exactly sure... I'm still young, but in can catch prey on my own." she told her almost apologetically, drooping her head.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan had only just joined recently, and was extremely shy and kept to herself most of the time. But the snow seemed to break that shell for her, and fill her with excitment. Yipping happily, she bounced about and trampled in the snow rather close by them, not noticing until she sprayed some snow dust over their way. Quickly bringing her ears back in shame, she whimpered. "I-- I'm so sorry--!"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan had a thick winter coat already, and though she was a puppy Shetland sheepdog, she still had a lot more fur then most of the other clanmates. "I know it shouldint be my concern seeming I just joined recently, but maybe you should get it checked out." she whimpered out shyly, ears back slightly. She was not good in groups.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan sat outside the apprentice den, her head lifted upwards as she watched bits of fluttery snowflakes fall from the sky around her. She loved snow a lot, and she wasint the kind to hide away from the snow when it began to fall. Giggling to herself, the cute Shetland sheepdog puppy stuffed her nose in the snow and lifted it again with a small sneeze. Cold and refreshing!

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][hey it's Tapi... I can't assure I'll be here forever like before but I don't have much to do so I'll give RPing here a shot again so sorry if I'm not interesting or anything like that. I'm not exactly sure if I am staying or not. Either way I made this character completely based on my dog who passed away last year so I can keep her memory of her alive in my own heart.]

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The sound of soft jingling like bells rang out around the small area the petite yet furry Shetland sheepdog was in, the culprit being her collar and the bright blue tags that hung below the collar. She was Morgan, a very pretty but confused young dog who woke up confused and unsure of her past or where she was. All she knew was her name was Morgan and that she needed to find a home. In reality, she was unaware she had passed away just minutes before and her spirit traveled back to her confused body before she could return to her owners who loved her dearly. Smelling the scent of many different animals and heather, she paused at the border of Windclan and blinked her bright brown eyes curiously, trying to figure out what to do. Maybe she could figure out what was going on here and find a place to stay.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Hm?" she gently turned her head to the small cat and blinked in surprise, nearly jumping back in fright, she hadint been expecting a response from anyone so soon. Relaxing once more, she seemed to relax her muscles and lose the tension. "Oh... Uh.... I'm Morgan. And well... I think I'm a bit lost and confused. I can't seem to remember where I am from. And I was hoping to find a new home with a new family." her soft fragile voice barked out in tiny yelps.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]She tilted her head over to Alakapaw and perked her ears slightly at his words. Loyalty? That was a word she was spot on with and could relate to. She loved loyalty, to most anything honestly. Loyalty was a huge promise that meant the world. Especially to her. "Sure, I'd love to... I'd like to know a little more about this Windclan and what it's about though." she replied, shuffling her feet shyly.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan blinked and seemed to shift her mood and expression to a little more relaxed than before. She was a timid young dog, but it sounded like a good place to stay and make new friends. And if it meant protecting others, she would be all for it. "Alright... I-- I swear my loyalty to Windclan!' she stuttered with an excited bark, her fluffy tail swishing back and forth behind her.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan blinked, her dark brown gaze flickering over to Finalpaw with a warm look and a small way of her tail in gratitude. "Thank you!" she barked in reply before looking between everyone and asking in a smaller voice, "Could... Could I have a tour around the grounds...?" she asked more timidly.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan heard the small commotion and curiousity got the better of the sheltie. She slowly padded over to see what was going on and froze when she heard Pom and the other animals around her. Morgan was a newer member of Windclan and still learning who was who, but she was too shy to step up and meet anyone so far. Opening her mouth to speak, she quickly shut her mouth again when Voltagepaw countered the others and she decided to keep a small distance away, ears slightly arched back timidly.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]If Morgan knew that Finalpaw was hurt, she wouldint allow any of that being done. She was too kind and timid to tell anyone what to do and not do, however. Seeming to perk up slightly, she lifted her head slightly and offered what appeared to be a smile. "Okay! Thank you!"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]The young brown and white Shetland sheepdog slowly veered over and froze a few feet away from Finalpaw and Alaskanpaw. She was too shy to venture over and greet him as well as usuall. But she decided she would stay put and listen unless she was invited over at any given point. Riverclan. Oh yes, she was still learning about e other clans still being a new member of Windclan herself, so she was interested.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan had no trouble easily trotting after him at a good pace, looking around carefully to taken in everything around her. "There's sure a lot of space around here. It's pretty high up here though." she remarked before glancing back over to him. "Was Windclan always here?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"The moors? I guess that might explain why you guys have the name Windclan." she remarked, a small gust of wind or two occasionally buffeting her thick fur and causing it to ruffle along with her dog tags that hung from her collar. "Though the mountains are pretty cold and windy too." she added. "You guys must be pretty strong leaving your home and choosing a new one like that." truth be told, Morgan couldint remember where she had been from or much of anything after she woke up and found herself around these parts.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan seemed to understand, though she was not sure she related, she gently nodded. "Well, I'm sure you'll be homesick for a while. Maybe you won't ever really be able to adjust." she gave a small shrug with her shoulders as she continued to walk beside him. "But sometimes things happen that aren't within our control. Your brave enough just being able to continue to work for your clan under the pressure of leaving the comfort of your own home."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Morgan was on her own eating a small little meal before thinking of heading off to go and sleep. She had only just joined the clan and needed to meet the others in the clan, but the young apprentice aged Shetland sheepdog was new, and a very timid natured person which made it impossible to speak up sometimes for her. Lifting her head and licking her muzzle clean, she glanced over and spotted a slightly hunched over Voltagepaw. She was an overly kind dog, so her urge to try and help him overpowered the fear of meeting people. She pushed her meal aside and slowly made her way over. "I know it's probably none of my business, but are you okay...?" the sheltie asked timidly.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Shy embarassment burned in her ears at his words and she seemed to fumble on her feet slightly. She wasint sure how she felt about compliments like that being so shy and meek. But she couldint be anything less than thankful. "Oh... Thanks.... I feel more air headed and forgetful than anything, truth be told." she admitted bleakly.