Posts by aurore !

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"Hello. My name is Aurore. Aurore Wynters. I was just wondering if I may I join the clan." She dipped her head in a respectful manner towards the feline, and she slightly averted her eyes submissively, and dipped her head once again. "Also, may I ask... are you the leader of this clan?"

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Aurore silently roamed the WindClan territory, tongue rolling from her maw, for her throat felt as parched as hell. And it wasn't even too hot outside. The sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon as sunlight peeped through the leaves and branches of the tall and lanky trees. She felt enraptured for being accepted into the clan. She finally had a place to protect, a place to love.

She perked her ears as she heard a faint rustling, and she sharply turned around, muscles tensed. There was a part of her that was always at war.

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She buried her nose deeply in the patch of moist grass and frantically sniffed. A lot of creatures had been there. Some scents were slowly fading away and others were extremely strong and sharp, as if other animals had passed by recently. She sneezed from the clusters of scents that strained her brain and she lifted her head, floppy ears swinging slightly above her shoulder blades. Her tail was slowly, but anxiously wagging and she could smell other animals approaching, but she paid it no attention.

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Slim and muscular, Aurore's body swayed as she cautiously approached the situation. Four other animals had already arrived, and they appeared somewhat baffled, not at all paying attention to the hound that recently stalked nearby. The scents were all a jumble, but there was one specific smell that stood out from the others. It gave quite an intimidating smell that made Aurore feel a bit more curious. As she inched closer to the feline who was obviously the center of attention, she cocked her head and raised her tail in an alert manner. "Are you... supposed to be here, sir?" She asked the calico tom, although she obviously knew the answer. He wasn't. The stench that lingered on his milky white, black, and chocolate pelt smelled significantly different from her clanmates.

With his frantic movements and confused expression, Aurore didn't want to perplex the feline more than he already was, so she decided to say no more. She flicked her paw as she fiddled with a small stone, awaiting an answer from the foreign tom.
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Quite startled, Aurore lifted her head, lips flopping as she did with her round ebony eyes wide. "Ah, just sniffing." She replied to Finnishwar's simple question. It was quite obvious what Aurore was doing, but to one she would look quite silly sniffing one blade of grass. It was quite interesting to be a dog, and even Aurore couldn't explain why she was so interested in this small patch of grass. "A lot of animals have been there." She felt the need to add on to the conversation, just so the situation wouldn't be so awkward.

The hound lowered her muzzle into the grass once again, frantically sniffing as if she was desperate to find something, and her eyes traveled up, coming to find more felines surrounding her. Oh, lord! Aurore was quite anxious and tremulous, but instead of continuing to sniff the ground, she instead proceeded to greet the strangers. "Hello."

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The brown and white hound silently approached the feline. Her round, fawn eyes had a settled gaze in them as she glanced at the femme with her head rested on her small paws. With her tail sedately wagging, she dipped her head in a respectful manner, noticeably not making eye contact. "Hello, m'am." Aurore said softly, cautiously lowering onto her chest. She stayed quite a distance away from the stranger, sure not to startle her with any sudden movements. She rested her head on her paws as well, lying in a position almost identical to the feline's.
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"Oh, nothing much. Just... enjoying nature. What about you, m'am?" Aurore said to the feline in a calm manner. Her tail slowly wagged, and she dipped her head in respect.

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"Greetings to you as well." Aurore replied, her tail beginning to wag a little faster. She licked her maw and rose to her paws, glancing at the feline.

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"Ah. I'm sure a job like that is hard. But I would feel quite honored. Protecting a clan is an important job." Aurore said with her tail wagging. A small smile stretched across her muzzle, and she licked the pink scar on the left side of her face. It had came from the war. Bomb explosion. Burned the entire fur on the left side of her face, leaving nothing but pink flesh visible.

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Aurore hurriedly swiveled her face in the other direction, making sure the feline wouldn't notice her hideous scar once again. A small sigh emerged from her throat, and she just very lightly shrugged. "An accident..." She murmured.

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Aurore approached.

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Aurore silently approached, her nose gently sniffing the batch of red, ripe apples. They weren't amazing to her, nor unique. They were simply... apples. A meal she had to eat as a human when her family was too poor to afford a real meal. "Apples." She said aloud, for no particular reason at all. Perhaps she said it to inform those who crowded around the fruits, staring in awe as if they were some... magical objects that that they've never once saw in their lives. Or... maybe they haven't seen them before. And they were magical objects... in a way. They were something to eat when you were hungry, a food that could possibly save your life.

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"They look like homes... for humans." Aurore cleared her throat. "Excuse me." She added. As she swiveled through the few tall, humongous trees that separated her from the rest of the crew, she sat quietly near a shrub, and deeply sighed from near exhaustion. She had been browsing the entire camp, observing her surroundings. And she had stumbled across the multiple felines that stared at the tents that appeared quite dowdy to Aurore herself, for she was used to more futuristic objects. She was born in 2032 afterall, and she lived on earth as a human for sixteen years. She sat quietly and intensely watched the tents, as if something would leap out suddenly.

She glanced at Finnishwars, who appeared to be a bit more curious about the tents. He was the one who entered the tents to discover sleeping bags, and he also appeared to be quite bold. But she was a bit more cautious, and she, herself, entered as well. Anything could go wrong, of course, but there were obviously no humans in sight, or in scent. The atmosphere was filled with the familiar aromas of cats and a few other animals. She didn't smell any sweat glands of any humans nearby and her floppy ears that swung above her shoulders didn't hear the heavy snaps of twigs or the crunch of leaves, indicating the monstrous weight of two-legs.

So Aurore, quite cautious, tilted her muzzle forward. She allowed her wet, twitching nose to inhale the smells ahead of her. It wouldn't hurt to double check if any dangers were nearby. She had noticed how others were reluctant to approach the tents as if they were somewhat pernicious, although they were not. She began to stalk forward, letting her head peep through the entrance of the tent. It was surprisingly open. These humans must have been very stupid to leave their "homes" open in the middle of the wild. Especially if they had food inside, which they did. An open can of Vienna sausages. Gah, so dumb. The smell hadn't hit her until her head was all the way inside. She licked her lips hungrily and she went towards the can of sausages.

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Hearing the quite distant voice of Finnishwars, Aurore woofed in response. "I found some sausages in a can! There's a lot of smells in here, though, sir!" Aurore continued to frantically snoop around the camp in a rush, as if humans would approach any minute. Why was she so concerned about humans? She was one herself before. Was it because she knew some humans were not fond of dogs, especially ones that lived in the wild and snooped around their tents? Maybe so. Aurore exhaled sharply, for the smells seemed to overwhelm her. Disgusting smells, pleasuring smells, delicious smells. The hound dog grabbed one of the sausages in her maw in a benign manner, careful not to puncture any holes in the delicious, cold food. The juices from inside of the can absorbed in the sausage, and when she held them in between her dull canines, they dripped onto her tongue, sending a chill down her spine. Oh, how she wanted to gobble them up and let them digest into her tummy. But she wouldn't do such a thing. She wanted to share. It was the polite thing to do.

As she turned her body around in the spacious, tattered tent, she calmly exited into the open clearing. She glanced at the felines that sat nearby, and she released the sausage from her snout, allowing it to fall her her dirt-covered paws. "I found these. Vienna sausages. I had them before." She said nonchalantly. She swiveled her head to lick the pink, fleshy scar on her face, and almost immediately she frantically looked around for Finnishwar, whom discovered the tents in the first place. "Have you found anything yet, sir!?" She howled, more than sure the feline would know who she was talking to.

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[ Lol, she does look like a Beagle, but she's a Liederlaufhund Schwyzer. That's why I call her a hound and not all of that! ^u^ ]

"Ah, alright, si-" Aurore stopped herself before calling the feline 'sir' again. Finnishwar obviously didn't like it, or approve of it, so she decided she should probably stop. Her round, ebony eyes glanced at the pile of belongings, including food and weapons. Knives. She looked at Finnish as he explained knives and its relationship with BloodClan and BloodClanners. What he explained sounded quite interesting and something she would like to know more about, but not at this exact moment. Not now.

But when Finnish asked her if the tattered tents would be useful, she was a bit hesitant to respond. Well, would they? They would certainly be quite helpful when it began to rain. The smaller animals of WindClan could use those tents as shelter. Or even in extreme heat. It could possibly block away the heat. Unless, the heat would seep through the small tears and holes in the tents. "Yes, we certainly can. During rainy days, maybe even hot days, if sunlight and rain wont pour through the holes. Er, we can use them for... gatherings, maybe? If... that's what clans have, if they have gatherings and other things like that. And... we, uh... we could use them as dens, possibly? A spot to hang around? If you need to talk to somebody in private, these things will be the place to go!" Aurore chuckled, for this got her mind going. Thinking of creative ways to use these tents made her happy. It occupied her brain. And that's what she enjoyed.

"Do you have any other ideas?" She asked politely. But she snapped her neck in the direction of the feline that recently approached. She had strongly agreed with what he had said. "Eh, I agree. W-What if these humans come back and find that we're here? They might even... do something bad, possibly. Tear this place down because they know a lot of animals live here? Humans can do bad things out of spite, ya' know."

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From a distance, the tan and white hound had been watching the leopardess. Her gloomy attitude, her cowering body language, she appeared to be exhausted and... overwhelmed. As if she wanted to give up. Aurore couldn't stand watching the feline as she plopped down onto her back nonchalantly. She lied there was if she was lifeless and unable to move. Aurore's nose twitched, as well as her muscles, and she felt the strong urge to approach the leopard, but she couldn't. She noticed something unusual and odd about her, but she couldn't put her paw on it. It was the way she swiveled her head and looked blankly at her surroundings that was strange. She seemed expressionless, as if there were nothing but wire hidden beneath the splotched fur and flesh. The hound that leaned weakly against the trunk of a towering oak tree intensely stared at the feline, but she hadn't caught a glimpse of her eyes, so she was unaware of Elexus's blindness.

And then she felt it. The need to stand to her paws and approach the big cat that could steal her life with a swipe of the paw in the blink of an eye. But she decided to do it. The cat appeared quite meek and passive anyways. She didn't look like the type to steal the life of an innocent dog...

"Hello," Aurore tilted her muzzle forward to inhale the aroma of the feline's rump. It wouldn't hurt to double check, but she was right. The leopard was a female. "M'am."

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Aurore, whom just happened to be roaming WindClan territory, spotted the dark feline. His fur was dirty and quite a mess, and he appeared to be emaciated. He smelled of something other than WindClan, Aurore knew that. But why was he eating a rabbit... from WindClan territory!?

"Hey! You! What are you doing!?" The hound woofed while charging towards the feline.

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Aurore slowly approached the gorilla, her nose frantically twitching. The male smelled... unusual. Unfamiliar. "Excuse me?" She asked politely.

//rushed

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"Yes, m'am." Aurore nodded her head with respect and she headed off to find a medic. She knew she wouldn't be able to. But it wouldn't hurt to try.

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"Hello." Aurore politely dipped her head in respect as she slowly approached the feline. Her tail slowly wagged. Her black nose rapidly twitched as her nostrils deeply inhaled the scent of the femme.

/gah, no muse

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