Posts by Lividkit

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[justify]Whimpering at the loud sound, Rabbit bolted forwards, green eyes wide and he crashed over a stray tree root, and ended up in a small, scruffy curled up ball at Electras paws, ears pinned to the top of his head.
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[justify]Peyton didn't feel too great. She knew where her brother was, Yakona. He was in Shadowclan, but she couldn't join Shadowclan. Shadowclan was.. not her place. She remembered Yakona as the one who always wanted to be the one to play with the sword sticks. He was different. Maybe he remembered her. Maybe he didn't. She didn't know, but she would visit him, she defenitely would. The corgia waddled forwards, her bushy tail swinging from side to side as she comes to halt on the grainy sand beach. Her paw pads feel so nice against the golden, hot sand and she releases a yip of pleasure, her dark brown eyes alight. She liked this! No. She loved this!

"I'm Peyton. Here to join, but i've brought some gifts just to liven up the place." The corgi reckoned that bringing gifts had been a great idea, because that way, maybe the Sunclanners would be more accepting of her. She had put several daggers, cakes and flowers in the brown gift basket which was woven in flax. Sometimes, Peyton missed her Mum, even though she had never met her. Her Mum had abandoned her and her brother and her other siblings at birth. She had dropped them all at different clans. But Peyton didn't want to stay in the clan her mother had chosen for her, so she left and choose Sunclan.
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[justify]Oh, she stunk highly of Sunclan! Oh well, it didn't really matter did it? She could evade most attacks, if the situation lead to that, which she highly doubted. A corgi like her, with stumpy legs and chocolate eyes and a calm nature didn't provoke anything or anyone. So as she padded over, her bushy tail wagging, she remained standing right on the edge of the border, showing respect because she did not pass it and instead waited for someone to appear, though it was most preferred that this person was her big brother, Yakona. "I am Peyton of Sunclan, and i am here on a visit to see my brother, Yakona." She announced, her nose twitching a little once she caught a strong scent of old rubbish and glanced around to abandoned amusement park to see old twoleg litter that lay there. She wasn't disgusted, but a little bit disappointed that they had not bothered to clean it up to keep a good outer reputation for visitors such as herself.
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[justify]Glancing downwards at the feline that arrived, her brows raise ever so slightly, chocolate eyes looking thoughtful. Peyton could be just as sassy, but not an angry kind of sassy. She was calm when she was sassy. But then again, Peyton was famous for being calm. The corgi offers a kind of smile that meant 'hello. i'm not smiling because i want to, but because i'm patient. anyways, nice to meet you.' And then she spoke, "Who are you, may i ask?" Peyton questioned, her bushy tail wagging a little, indicating her curiosity.
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[justify]Tilting her head to the side at the now named Kissingkit, the corgi simply smiled pleasantly and let her chocolate eyes remain only interested, giving no hint to her thoughts or actual feelings. "That's a good name." She spoke truthfully, before she heard a voice, one that was not yet properly familiar to her ears, and her dark brown eyes swiveled only to land on her brother. She had yearned for him to make his appearance, and save her from the efforts of lying and making good conversation with other Shadowclanners, and here he was. Yakona. Listening to his questions, the canine tilts her head to the side, the calm facade remaining. "I was about the place, Yakona. I didn't have time to visit you, and for that, i am sorry." Her words were true enough, but she didn't exactly specify where she had been, and that was doing work for her Boss, killing and assassinating. Yes, his sister whom had once been but a mere pup had grown and had blood on her name. Mother? Now that stirred some emotion into her normally calm eyes, but she regained her composure after a few seconds. "Yakona, we haven't seen her since birth. For all we know, she could be at the ends of the earth." She spoke with her voice lowered so the others couldn't hear her, ears flickering as she studied her brother intently, bearing a smile as if she was speaking of good news but that was only so the others didn't grow suspicious. Casting a glance at the barn owl, her looks are quite interested, before she nods kindly, tail wagging a little. "Hello. Is there any reason behind your sadness, if i may ask?"
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[justify]At the first person upon arrival, Peyton let her tail swing as a sign of friendliness, her calm face studious, dark chocolate orbs scanning Bran, a hint of interest glimmering in her eyes before she nods, not moving forwards as she watches him glance at the gift basket, her ears pricked. The assassin for hire then hears his name and her head cocks to the side, but otherwise nods. "Bran is a nice name." She commented kindly, a smile appearing on her lips but her eyes remain thoughtful as she studies him. His distant facials do not deter her as she studies him. She can be just as aloof to others, but for today, Peyton knows that first impressions do mean a lot, and being pleasant was something that she could easily get used to and that was in her nature. She had planned this out beforehand. The ones she liked and didn't like, they'd all receive the same Peyton. A kind one that likes to give. They'd never find she was really an assassin who had blood on her name.

"It's not a problem, Bran." The corgi spoke softly, looking off into the distance, the sun shining down on her pelt and making her movements more slow as the warmth easily made her tired. Peyton was used to the cold, used to seeing her breath unfurl into the freezing air, but here it was warm and sunny, hence the clan name. She noticed the back legs and her gaze lingered on them before flickering back up to Brans face. "I hope you don't mind me asking, what happened to your back legs?"
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[justify]"That is good to hear." She said, and after his second question, the canine properly lifts her head and offers a kind smile. "I don't like seeing people upset." Peyton spoke softly once more, and then turned back to Yakona, waiting for her brother to respond because as she said before, she hated lying and speaking to people she did not know well. At least she didn't come off as awkward.
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[justify]Looking at the barn owl once more, she nods in agreement, tail twitching a little. Sadness always lasted, even though it seemed like it was gone. She looked sympathetic before glancing back to her brother and seeing the anger, she lets her steady gaze reside on him. "Sunclan." She muttered her response, chocolate eyes unblinking.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Yes, Linx Greyjoy was quite small. Maybe a bit scrawny. Okay, maybe a bit weak, and there was certainly no attractive muscle around his stick-thin limbs, but he didn't mind. So as long as no one bothered him, he didn't care. Although Linx realized he'd eventually have to meet his Dad's clanmates, he didn't exactly want to. He was still feeling everything out. He was still getting used to this new world, for Christs sake! At least he could properly form a couple of sentences. More. A lot. At least, more then most at his age should. He was smart, but it meant he wasn't good looking.

Scowling a little, Linx was sitting against the base of a tree, his olive optics narrowing. He wasn't being rude, not necessarily, he just preferred to be alone and seeing all these npcs walking around made Linx feel uncomfortable. He knew about first impressions at lest. The cub pokes out his chest, releasing a little sigh. "I'm Linx Greyjoy." His voice is high pitched, and he feels a heat creeping up his cheeks but it disappears. "Nice to meet you guys, i guess." Truly, he hadn't 'met' anyone yet.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]People. He could sense a person, at least. This one was alone, like he. And the serval cub paused, his ebony tipped paw hovering in mid air before it planted firmly on the ground and he stepped out, olive optics narrowing as they landed on this doe, tail flickering. The slender serval certainly thought she looked interesting, with her colors and the fact that she was a deer, an animal normally hunted, but she looked like she was.. heading for something. Pausing another moment, Linx finally took a seat, though he remained wary as he knew he should with strangers. "Who are you? And what do you want?" The male said bluntly, though a glimmer of interest had appeared in his eyes, it had disappeared almost as quickly as it had arrived.

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