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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - JOINING HAWKCLAN - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]The sand and rocks crunched almost willingly under the midnight black feline's paws as she stumbled through the undergrowth. Her legs on the verge of buckling, she veered to the side and leaned against the trunk of a rough tree, sinking down around its stump as she composed herself. The run had been long and brutal, more than she had bothered to work up to in at least a few moons. Running; that's really all that the juvenile could remember since that awful night. Could that really have been just the night before? All that she could really remember were the yowls of her "mother" as she sent her entourage after her, and all of the running from which resulted... She wasn't even sure why she was in trouble, to be perfectly honest. Her father had died not two months ago, and ever since then (now that she thought of it, even longer so), her adoptive mother had built her walls up and eyed the ebony-pelted adolescent with a new sort of glare, one of hatred. Talk had recently gone around that Ebony was a killer, having murdered her own father, but just as she was about to object her mother had set almost the whole of the loner band against her, forcing them to chase her out. Now she was on the run, most likely on her own for good. But that didn't have to be so. No, she'd just have to blend in. Somehow. The tabby stumbled to her feet, blinking out the tire in her eyes as she took in the scene. From what she could tell, she was in the thick of some woods, surrounded by tropical trees in a small sanded clearing. But just as she started making assumptions, she noted an odd shape peeking out just from the top of one of the shorter trees. Her eyes narrowing, the she-cat stalked quietly trough the sparse grasses, following the strange form until she beheld a remarkable sight: sharply cornered figures skyrocketed to stand high in the sky. Among these peculiarly-colored but still noticeably tan structures stood many more fascinating shapes, dwarfed by the sizes of the giant constructs. And her features lit up as she noticed the minuscule, moving silhouettes of more cats! If only she could slip into this habitat, she could hang low until her mother's lackeys ceased in their search for her. Her lips curved into the first smile she had sustained in days as she sat back on her haunches on the apparent border of the territory, figuring out just how to approach the other felines. ooc; Sorry, I haven't roleplayed in months. I just wanted to get something on here before I went to bed. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - JOINING HAWKCLAN - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ebonypaw sat up, her pupils constricting as she took in the sight of a small grouping of cats heading towards her. She got to her paws, brushing them on the sand as she glanced up at the inhabitants of this new place. Just how far had she run? Last she had noticed, she had been in the forest; though she had visited an island once before, her family had lived primarily in the same cluster of trees for years. But she snapped out of her thoughts just as she heard one of the cats speak, asking her of her business. And another seemed to follow just suit, this new, softer one asking of her condition. "Me? Yeah, I'm fine." She shifted her eyes down to her form, taking in the couple of bruises she had sustained on the run. It wasn't that bad, compared to some of the things she had heard about from big battles. "And my business, good sir," she replied slightly more bitingly than it had sounded in her head (the tom before her seemed more than depressed; she immediately regretted her tone as the words tumbled out), "is this civilization you've got set up here. I'd like to join this Clan. If I can, that is." She truly wasn't sure if this one was one of those auto-accept groups like she had heard about, though she was unaware that her mun knew it was. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - JOINING HAWKCLAN - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]The apprentice finally recovered her breath fully as she took in the greetings of the islanders carefully. She nodded to them respectfully, her mouth turned appropriately into a small smile. She payed more attention, though, to this one cat's reply, Marco's. The former heiress noted a new cat, a heavily battle-scarred tabby, pad up beside him and try to comfort him. Though she was regretful of her harsh greeting (of course, she wouldn't let anyone else hear that) he hadn't seemed too kindly himself. She didn't look at the pair long, though, glancing down at her paws before jolting back up. "I'm sorry, I suppose that's my cue. Name's Ebony. Or at least, that's what I was called back at home." She offered a grin at the other cats, hoping to lighten the atmosphere a bit. The last two to have arrived, other than the grey she-cat by Marco, seemed happy as it was. So she thought it'd be fitting to try and be chipper as well. "So, I haven't heard much about these Clans..." She stepped over the border cautiously but with a swish of her tail, not trying to push her luck just yet. "But how exactly does this work? Because I don't want to waste your time; I can probably find most of this on my own, but I'll be needing a few pointers first." [/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - 10 MOONS - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]The long-legged newcomer padded around the camp with an open mind. Trying to fit into an organization so peculiar would take some time, but what better way to start than getting used to the scene? ...Or even meeting fellow "Clanmates?" The striped juvenile realized this just as she spotted a small group of cats in a loose huddle. She could hear some of their greetings, even from her vantage point yards away. A meet-and-greet, huh? She nodded her head a bit in a self-centered 'considering' gesture before deciding in favor of going to meet some of her new others. Might as well get used to them, anyway. Well, mostly for two reasons. For one, if she wanted to keep on good tabs in this band, she'd have to rally friends and acquaintances to back her up. And two, there were so many cats here (more than in her old kingdom), so what would be the point in sulking around all day? There are many ways to go about such an arrangement as being in hiding, but the wisest would probably be one in which she would be more involved than not... The heiress shrugged and strode over to the other cats casually, her tail swishing. "Hi," she started, but noticed some familiar faces from her welcoming committee present as well. "I believe some of us have met before, but in case you haven't seen me yet, I'm Ebony. Well, I'm really Ebonypaw, but it just doesn't sound right, you know...?" [/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - 10 MOONS - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ebonypaw stalked over to the group, taking in the sight of all of these cats sitting around. Oh, wait - this is one of those Clan meetings I'd heard about, she realized, her eyes darting among the spectators before she looked up at the leader, whom she hadn't even seen before now. Shrugging, the tabby padded into the fray, sitting just in the heart of it, her white-tipped tail curling out of curiosity. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - 10 MOONS - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ebonypaw's ears homed in on the leader's words, most of which she had yet to memorize and understand. The positions in her old kingdom were so very different, and this all seemed so confusing... She knew what a sergeant and a shaman were, and even a leader and deputy, but what of these other odd terms? And Anti Clan? What? The apprentice, an expression of pure frustration and confusion upon her features, watched the leader carefully and with eyes narrowed, her tail whipping behind her. She had so much to learn... Hopefully there was a willing or kind Clanmate here who could lend her a paw with all of this foreign knowledge later. But for now, she just nodded to Oldglory, though she was mostly distracted as it was. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - 10 MOONS - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]The tabby, her claws working in the sand for lack of a better activity, noticed one of the promoted warriors lost deep in thought over to the side of the clearing. Though Ebony could be blunt without realizing it, she wasn't one to intrude on other felines, potentially provoking them, and of course that wasn't needed, if it could be avoided. But she was still curious; the leopardess seemed that, while mostly contemplating, she was distraught somehow. The new apprentice padded over gingerly, glancing up at the fellow HawkClanner before speaking. "Is something wrong?" [/fancypost]

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xxxxxSo, my only OC for the moment, Ebony(paw) needs some relationships. Pretty much any can apply: friends, enemies, on-the-fence, crushes... Hover her sig picture for more info on her. c;

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - 10 MOONS - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]The long-legged newcomer padded around the camp with an open mind. Trying to fit into an organization so peculiar would take some time, but what better way to start than getting used to the scene? ...Or even meeting fellow "Clanmates?" The striped juvenile realized this just as she spotted a small group of cats in a loose huddle. She could hear some of their greetings, even from her vantage point yards away. A meet-and-greet, huh? She nodded her head a bit in a self-centered 'considering' gesture before deciding in favor of going to meet some of her new others. Might as well get used to them, anyway. Well, mostly for two reasons. For one, if she wanted to keep on good tabs in this band, she'd have to rally friends and acquaintances to back her up. And two, there were so many cats here (more than in her old kingdom), so what would be the point in sulking around all day? There are many ways to go about such an arrangement as being in hiding, but the wisest would probably be one in which she would be more involved than not... The heiress shrugged and strode over to the other cats casually, her tail swishing. "Hi," she started, but noticed some familiar faces from her welcoming committee present as well. "I believe some of us have met before, but in case you haven't seen me yet, I'm Ebony. Well, I'm really Ebonypaw, but it just doesn't sound right, you know...?" [ stolen from other almost dead meet&greet ] [/fancypost]

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xxxxxBump!

[size=7pt]Name: Ebony (She doesn't prefer Ebonypaw very much; she just went by Ellie and Ebony back at home.)
Age: 10 moons
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[size=7pt]xxxxxSure! Thread? I can whip one up real quick, but my intro can't be too long, because I'm in a rush ATM.[/size]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - 10 MOONS - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ebony, her tail swishing, padded up to the fellow "apprentice" with peaked interest. "Sure, I could help," she mewed, pondering. Helping around the camp would help her gain a good reputation among her new Clanmates, and would therefore make her more favorable and help her blend in. So a little manual labor would be worth it. "Ok, chief, where are we starting?" [ rushed ] [/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - 10 MOONS - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ebony trailed around camp, her pastel hazel optics gracing over the night sky. The bonfires on the shore sparked flames in her eyes as she padded up to the water's edge, leaning back on her haunches and playing with the sand in her paws distractedly. Though so much had been going on lately, she hadn't been able to absorb it all, and what it all meant. And the cats... apparently one of the hardest things about starting over is getting used to new creatures. Everyone here already had their groups and fire-forged friendships, and what did she have? Isolation. Yes, she had conversed with a few, but the small conversations, combined with her roleplayer's inactivity due to overflowing IRL problems and her general newness to the Clan only made the experience worse. She wasn't saying that she'd rather be at home right now: anything but that. If she so much as turned back in the direction of her old kingdom, of which she had formally been destined sovereignty of, her malicious step-mother would have her head on a spike. All of her subjects were turned against her, and she hadn't done anything wrong! The tabby sighed, gazing out onto the navy blue waves with her thoughts still lingering. [/fancypost]

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[size=7pt]xxxxxOkay, here you are! Can't wait to get started! uwu[/size]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 327px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]EBONYPAW - REF - 10 MOONS - [ no interrogation or capture ] - [ battle in bold #341812 ] [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Ebony dipped her paw in the water, shaking off the droplets as the liquid seeped into her skin. Just as she was setting her paw back down on the sand and feeling the little shards stick to her fur, she heard steady pawsteps that sounded through the ground, nevermind the fact that it was so sound-absorbent. The midnight black apprentice, her pelt almost indistinguishable in the dark, had it not been for the fire nearby, whipped around just in time to see a fellow apprentice pad up to her. Chipper as can be, the lighter-toned feline introduced herself, holding out a paw, and for a moment Ebony didn't know what to say. "Hi," she finally mewed, eyeing the newcomer with curiosity taking over the light in her eyes. "Um, the name's Ebony. Well, it's really Ebonypaw, but it just doesn't click right..." [/fancypost]

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