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how are you?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Bluepaw had been standing at the entrance of the apprentice den for what seemed to be hours, although in actuality it had only been a few minutes. He wanted to go outside of camp, just to get some fresh air in the forest, yet he was well-aware of the threat of twolegs and therefore was hesitant in his decision. The apprentice seemed to always be hesitant in his decisions, so it wasn't like this type of behavior was new. It was a result of his overthinking. He had a tendency to think about everything that might happen if he made a certain decision, all of the paths that could open up as soon as he preformed that action. That being said, he got hung up on those possibilities and failed to get anything done despite his original goal. It was a merciless process that Bluepaw was always victim to. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He didn't know why he couldn't just force himself to do whatever was on his mind and think about the consequences later. Those who did that seemed to be way more successful than he was.

The light gray feline suppressed a frustrated sigh and tilted his attention towards the fresh-kill pile. It was pathetically bare but who could expect anything more in leafbare? Many clans dreaded the season and it was for this reason, or at least most of the time it was. Unfortunately, Bluepaw had no way to contribute to their cause, as he didn't know how to hunt. Even if he did, other attributes of himself would get in the way.

The cave was beginning to feel suffocating. Bluepaw needed some fresh air — he wouldn't stray very far. He got to his paws and made his way over to the entrance of camp, which would eventually lead to the forest. At least there, he might be able to feel a bit more relaxed, even if it was a bit overcast outside. The less sunlight there was, the more Bluepaw enjoyed being outside. He was going to take advantage of this weather while he had the chance. That being said, others were free to join him, even if he didn't have many friends here as of yet.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Bluepaw wasn't a huge fan of the sun. He didn't have much against it, as he knew that some enjoyed the sun's presence especially in such a cold time period, but it gave him headaches and made him feel tired. Therefore, whenever the sun wasn't out, Bluepaw was mostly outside, enjoying the overcast sky for as long as possible. Now, however, it was barely possible considering the fact that apprentices had to go with a warrior whenever they went out of the tunnels. That was what Bluepaw heard, at least. He could be wrong. Anyways, as cautious as the light gray feline was, he also didn't enjoy spending his time cooped up in the tunnels. He needed to be outside every now and then — plus, there weren't many warriors that he felt comfortable asking to go with him. Plus, Bluepaw didn't plan to be out for a long time, only just a couple of minutes. No one would notice...hopefully.

Of course, that would be if he actually had to sneak out for a breather. Now he just joined a patrol despite having little to no hunting skills and broke away from them. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of them, after all. As he made his way through the area, trying to ignore the sunlight, Bluepaw accidentally stumbled across a warrior on a stone. The young male froze, his eyes widening as he realized that he would be caught alone. However, Weaselheart was also alone, so they were in similar situations. Bluepaw had a little more to worry about since his warrior ceremony could be affected by this.

Perhaps Bluepaw would be able to save both of their furs? They wouldn't technically be alone if they were to start interacting. Taking a breath, the light gray feline made his way over to the warrior, giving him a small smile of greeting. "Um, hey." Bluepaw greeted, a little awkward and hesitant in his words yet remaining friendly. "You're alone and not on a patrol or anything? I'm not going to tell, I'm just...wondering. I mean, I don't blame you. Many like the sun." He gave a small laugh at the end of his statement, sitting down a couple of tail-lengths away from him yet close enough so they would be able to hear each other. Perhaps they could help each other out this way.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Bluepaw's smile wavered for a couple of seconds as the conversation continued and he shrugged his shoulders at the last question, almost as if it didn't matter. "I don't really have a mentor." He responded casually. In all honesty, he didn't mind that he didn't have one. It was only an inconvenience in moments like these, when he was asked where his mentor was. He could always figure out how to hunt by himself, although he didn't have many chances now with the issue with twolegs. Still, did it really matter that he was behind as an apprentice? Normally, Bluepaw thought otherwise, but now he was beginning to feel the weight of the question rest upon his shoulders. Perhaps it was shameful that he didn't have a mentor? Perhaps that meant that he just wasn't good enough for one?

Well, now wasn't the time for a pity party. The light gray feline swallowed hard and wondered if he should point out the fact that Weaselheart was alone, too. It would be ideal since it would help get himself out of trouble but in all honesty, Bluepaw wasn't in the mood for arguments and the like. "You shouldn't be out here by yourself either...but you're not by yourself anymore." Bluepaw pointed out, phrasing his words carefully. He glanced behind him as a precautionary measure — in a time like this, it was difficult to not be too cautious, before returning his light blue gaze to the warrior, praying to StarClan that he wouldn't rat Bluepaw out for being by himself. The apprentice was just trying to help, after all. Keyword: trying. He didn't know if he was successful or not.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]_{do you still need these? i can make a couple if you want but that's only if you still need them.
are these for avatars or something else?}

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hi i'm here to join your squad
just kidding, anyways what's up

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]thread with j.j.? she'll probably find him entertaining tbh

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Jennifer only approached the strange city because it reminded her of where she used to live and who she used to constantly interact with. Ever since her team disbanded, she had been on her own for quite a long time and it was getting unnerving. She was used to seeing her team way too much, mainly because murderers barely slept, and now she was all alone. The change was too much for her to handle and it often caused her to wake up at night multiple times believing that she was kidnapped or somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. She walked with constant glances behind her back, she barely spoke to anyone that she didn't deem safe, and she always stayed on guard. If there was anything that spending time with her team taught her, it was that nobody was ever safe, especially those who were alone. She was an easy target. Hell, Jennifer was surprised that she even got this far without much trouble from anyone.

A strong sense of nostalgia washed over the cream-colored feline and she had to try her best not to give into it. She couldn't go down memory lane now, the sense of abandonment was still fresh in her and she wanted to avoid a mental breakdown. She had to keep strong in order to keep alive. Therefore, that left the question. Should she risk going through the city and perhaps finding something to eat or should she go back the way she came and take another route? At this point, Jennifer doubted that it mattered what she did. She just had to get somewhere.

With that mindset, the girl sucked in a deep breath and made her way towards the city, trying to ignore how dark it was getting outside. Jennifer needed to find a place to stay and quite quickly, as most serial killers and the like tended to strike at dark. She'd rather not be reduced to a mere victim of chance, which was quite hypocritical considering the fact that she had done that to the bodies that her team examined. They were all victims of chance, or at least the majority.

Okay, J.J. Don't think about murder for now, alright? It's not a good idea when you're alone in the dark. A voice inside her head pointed out, causing Jennifer to attempt to mentally change the subject. She couldn't be really alone out here, could she?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]ya i decided to make one for her since she's a little new here. anyways, j.j. is a character that is a little based off of another character in a t.v. series called criminal minds (which is a crime show that focuses on a small team in the FBI that catches killers, rapists, terrorists, etc. based on psychology and the like). that being said, j.j. is extremely morally correct and doesn't hold much sympathy for those that fall into said categories.

anyways, she's open to friendships, rivalries, enemies, saving your character, profiling your character, investigating crime scenes with your character, human aus, etc. just ask!

she's also open to love plots (girls only), although i have a couple of plot ideas in mind so it's not gonna be an easy thing.

she's closed to adoptive family, litters, rape, death, and permanent injuries.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Bluepaw hadn't been around to witness their little game, or training session, as he had been off doing other things, specifically eating. He unfortunately forgot to eat breakfast in the morning, which was a result of his overthinking once again, and found himself to be unusually hungry during a patrol. Thankfully there was a small bird left on the pile that Bluepaw was able to snag for himself. He finished it rather quickly, deciding to eat it before he got second thoughts, and right afterwards he noticed Weaselheart, Poppykit, and Cherrystar. Arching an invisible eyebrow, the light gray feline watched the small group for a couple of seconds, wondering if he should approach them and check out what they were doing. Of course, it was absolutely none of his business and it might even be a private training session, although Bluepaw doubted it considering the fact that she was a kitten. StarClan knew that Bluepaw didn't know how to do any of that even though he was an apprentice.

Sucking in a breath, Bluepaw swiped his tongue around his jaws in order to look more presentable and got to his paws, making his way over to them. He then stood near the group, not standing physically close to anyone. He gave a nod to both Cherrystar and Weaselheart before his light blue eyes rested upon the mossball. "I've never actually played with this." Bluepaw commented; he never had enough friends to play with and as a result, he didn't see the appeal in playing by himself. Plus, he had always been busy doing other types of kit activities. He then glanced at Poppykit with a gentle smile, "Can you teach me how to play? I'm...um...sure you know it better than I do. Do you know any fun group games we could all play?"

Then, realizing that he was pretty much intruding, Bluepaw's eyes widened and he cast Weaselheart a sheepish grin. "Sorry...am I intruding?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]yeah, i can see that! and omg that sounds really cute! do you want the feelings to be reciprocated or not? i'm fine with either
and would you like them to have a thread together? if so, who makes it? c:

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Jennifer didn't expect someone to approach her and speak to her, which caused her to suddenly flinch and tense up. She knew that it wasn't likely the female who approached her was a threat but ever since the accident, Jennifer had been on edge with anyone she didn't trust or fully know. However, she eventually forced herself to relax, her pale blue eyes resting upon Victoire. She scanned her for a couple of seconds, trying to quickly figure out some attributes about her. What could she say? Jennifer could profile someone in her sleep at this point. "Oh...I'm on your territory, right? Sorry, I didn't mean to trespass." Jennifer apologized with a small smile. Then came the question of her business here and if she had to be honest, she wasn't fully sure what she was looking for. A place to rest? Some food? Perhaps even some water? "I'm not here to intrude on RadicalClan, I'm just looking for a place to stay. Temporary."

Then, realizing that she hadn't yet introduced herself, Jennifer quickly added, "My name's Jennifer, by the way. Most call me J.J., though, so you're more than welcome to call me that, too. Nice to meet you, Victoire." Once she was done, the cream feline tilted her attention to Kate, giving her a nod and smile of greeting. Jennifer was a little surprised to see someone else, as she spent quite a bit of time, but she was confident that she would quickly get adjusted.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]that's fine with me and they can be after!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Jennifer had just joined, as well, and she would be lying if she said that she was settling in nicely. If she had to be honest, she was pretty bad at adapting to change, worse than she thought she was. Perhaps it was because she no longer had the constant aid of her team or perhaps it was because she had never been good with change in the first place. Either way, Jennifer wasn't coping that well and a distraction was in order. Therefore, when the cream feline first heard the announcement of exploring the mall, she found herself getting to her paws in record time. She was willing to do anything at this point if it meant that she could clear her thoughts.

"Hey, have room for one more?" Jennifer asked as she made her way over, the multiple gold tags on her collar jingling as she moved. She only recognized two people out of the group, which was a bit of a problem but understandable considering the fact that Jennifer was very much new to RadicalClan. She offered a brief nod of greeting to Selfdestruction since she had been speaking at the time before glancing at everyone else, offering them a smile. God, she felt so awkward, but Jennifer wanted to stretch her legs and she supposed that tagging along with the group would be the best way to do so.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]omg i like the idea
i'm totally down for darkclan going corrupt

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]_{i deal with insomnia (i have ever since i was a kid)
but there were points in my life when i experienced symptoms of hypersomnia? it's normally after long periods of insomnia, then i sleep way too much for like a month or so
it's a mess}

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]_{pastelkisses is such a great character omg!
i'm not sure if you remember me because it's been an extremely long time but i definitely remember pastel lmao}

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]_{it's ya boi niall dropping in from fucking nowhere to wish everyone a happy new year!
at least for those who have an eastern timezone}