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The rather large fawn made his way up to the HawkClan border, his brown eyes traced with a traumatized and weary look, though he tried to hide it by puffing out his chest and narrowing his gaze. The male looked around, his nose twitching as he took in the scents that were laced in the air around him. It wouldn't be hard for anyone, unless, of course, you had been deprived of the ability to smell, to detect the thick traces of various creatures in the area. The deer scuffed the ground underneath him with his blunt hoof as he awaited the arrival of some individual that thrived in this certain community, but other options did happen to race in his mind. Sure, he could just waltz along into the territory, but he wasn't an idiot, completely unaware of what might happen to him. No, he had obviously experienced this type of waiting at a border before. Flicking his ears constantly, he would remain standing at the edge of the invisible marker, breathing quite audibly.
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His gaze danced over to who had spoken, a small eerie smile forming on his lips as he made a small nod with his head. "I am Brokenfawn, Miss. My business on your borders is that I request my joining here." He said rather formally, tilting his head to the side as he pulled back his cranium for effect. His attention glanced over to the large feline for a moment or two, feeling his insides crack with intimidation, though his outer shell still remained its proud posture.
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"Much thanks, Oberyn Redpaw," He said, rolling back his shoulders before continuing, "Brokenfawn." The child repeated. If he had known, the child would have felt unnecessarily praised, but still overall glad that someone were to recognize the hardships of sometimes being mistaken for game by other large and arrogant creatures that lived in the world. But then again, when he had lived in his old Herd, the thought of such danger was on every deer's mind, for their own safety and others as they traveled. Everyone had the same chance of being struck by death each day, unless, of course, you happened to be the Lord of the Herd, related to the Lord, or the Heir to the throne, in which he was conflicted with. Some might think him ungrateful for his recent actions, but that was a whole other story. Blinking thoughtfully, he would turn his head to look at the other feline, heavily wrapped up in protective gear. "Much obliged." He would state, shifting his weight from one leg to another.
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Brokenfawn watched Cordelia with narrowed brown eyes as she played about in the snow, throwing it up everywhere, the flakes coating anything about her range. He, unfortunately, was standing in that circumference. He shook himself out bitterly as the powder landed on his pelt, the tiny crystals seeping through his brown fur and touching his skin with an icy touch, its fingers gripping on to him like a cold child clinging to their mothers chest. "You seem excited about this." He stated, sniffing the air gently after he was finished ridding himself of the spray that had just been clinging to him.
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This is just a thread to keep track of each open thread I have created for THIS c:

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Brokenfawn lay near to the edge of the camp walls, his legs tucked underneath his body, his blunt hooves painlessly digging into his flesh as he rest there. He had joined recently, and on his trek back to HawkClan's main area, a light snow had begun to descend from the heavens. A few white specks still dotted his back, though the flakes were melting quickly, dripping down into his brown fur before landing upon his skin, each cold drop making him shiver before relaxing once more. Upon his arrival at the edge of the territory, it had seemed that large predators had come to greet him. He had almost felt dread, fear, intimidation, and a new form of emptiness try to crack him, to break his pride as he stood before his now clanmates. It was strange to think that such animals could take down some of the stags back at his old Herd, and that at any time any one of them could turn on some of the members here and snap their tiny necks with a small amount of pressure, even though he highly doubted that anyone here would commit such a terrible act.
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Brokenfawn gave a grateful nod towards Kurosaki, his expression returned to its bleak state, though brown eyes still flashed with a new lighting. Leaving his home had been rough, but he knew that he had no other choice, and that he could make a new life at this new group. Inhaling deeply, his gaze would shift as the much smaller feline began to bound about his form, causing his head to move on his shoulders as he watched the female go around and around, lightly amused by this action. Some days he wished for the joy to release his thoughts and just act like a normal child, but he supposed it had just been the way he was raised, or how he was impacted on being shown how cruel reality can be, that he could not experience happiness or the innocence that these kids held. "I have never made plans on leaving." He said. Perhaps when he was much older, though, he might leave, but then again, only time would tell what was to come for the young stag.
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Brokenfawn's brown eyes glanced over to the sudden appearance of the group right in front of him and quickly got to his feet, clearing his throat silently as he comforted himself with his stance. He looked down at Winterscub and chuckled at himself inwardly. Sir had a funny and ironic meaning, in his opinion. Looking at it back at the Herd, at least. He offered the hatchling a light nod of greeting. Shifting his gaze to the feline, completely unaware of the rankings that she held currently. "Hello." He would simply greet, his nose lightly twitching as he momentarily scented the atmosphere. "Pleasure, Bugatti. Heatherkit. Besides this meet, nothing, really, on my agenda." He added as a response to the king cheetah's inquiry. He'd turn and dip his head in greeting to the leopardess, flicking his ears forward a bit as she spoke. There had seemed to be a pattern here. The only types of creatures he had come across, besides Winterscub, were felines. Large ones and small ones, and no other, again, besides Winterscub. It was strange to think once more how such powerful animals could turn, turn on him, seeing that he was such an easy and breakable target. But he knew his way around being on someone's mind and having someone want to take you out. He knew the struggle like the back of his hoof. But then came along one of his own kind, a fawn, just as him, but a bit bigger hence her stating herself as a trainee. But then again, looks deceived, for he was much larger than any of his other friends. His father had told him that it was 'in our bloodline'. "Sakurapaw, nice to meet you." He stated, a form of a smile creeping back on his lips, though it was a strange, eerie, sort of expression, looking unnatural on the child's features. "Ah, I'm Brokenfawn." He quickly said, feeling a bit idiotic not having introduced himself earlier and half forgetting with the rush.
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Brokenfawn was out about the territory, his hooves dragging lightly in the thin sheet of white that coated the ground. His stomach constantly turned with his mixed emotions, his head buzzing as he continuously thought about the Herd and events that led up to his joining of HawkClan. Clutter littered his mind, and it was taking forever to just get clear of it and think about the now and the future. But no, his mind was still being haunted by his past, his history done, and the actions he regretted. As he continued his lonely walk, a small snap was heard in front of him. He raised his head, ears pulling forward as he began to sniff the air, trying to detect what, or who, was out there making such a noise. Little did the fawn know, in the human world, today was opening day, the day that people were able to go out and hunt as they pleased, trigger happy to see anything and bring it back home as a prize. He saw the faint reflection of a man's face in the bare branches, a long gun held in his arms. He stay still, watching the hunter move about, but suddenly watched in dread as the human's cold and empty eyes flashed at him. It was just like back home, now, the waiting, the staring at the predator, knowing they had the upper-hand in this type of situation, stalking you and awaiting to make its move, taunting you with each mighty step it took. But the hunter just grumbled, turned, and walked away. Brokenfawn let out a mighty huff, breathing heavily afterwards. Shaking himself out, he turned sharply and began his way on a new trail, new thoughts ending up in his mind and pressing out any more space he had left in his brain.
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Brokenfawn would know all about the hardships of being hunted down any day and thought of as ordinary game. Whether it was worse being a mouse, he didn't know, for pros and cons could be heavily listed for the two creatures. But as the young stag came forward, his brown eyes narrowed as he gazed at the bottle, twitching his muzzle thoughtfully. "How do you play?" He asked, looking towards its finder.
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Brokenfawn looked over at Larkflight, swinging his ears forward to hear out what he was saying. He'd admit, he admired how the male was straight forward with him, informing him what was really running through these human's minds. No one had really told him why some deer had disappeared some days from the Herd, shielding the child from what he would have to face once his rack had grown out. He nodded quietly at what the feline was saying, absorbing the information, holding tight to it, not wanting it to leave his already stored mind for later times. Glancing over to Heatherkit, he felt his throat tighten. He found it difficult explaining this new feeling he had recently experienced, being faced off with someone who could kill you right on the spot. It only mattered on how malicious they were. Not to mention he was just a child, trying to tell another, what it was like having a person holding your life in their hands. "I-I suppose. But maybe it is just for a trophy. Each day someone dies for no purpose." He shrugged. Sure, he had faced death before, but something about this experience was more dreadful and haunting.
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Brokenfawn grumbled quietly to himself, his head low and brown eyes narrowed. His stomach rumbled lightly with hunger as he walked along, and his gaze flashed bitterly. The young deer had not been successful in his hunting of food. As the winter closed in on them, food for the vegetarian had been very difficult for him to find, all traces of healthy vegetation disappearing. And when he was able to find a few mouthfuls, the grass tasted dry, and berries were small and mushy. Without much guidance, he worried about finding anything this cold season that could keep him going. The male stopped as he approached a small bush, all leaves gone, but a few black berries still clung to the bare branches. Bending down further, he pushed through the twigs to reach the fruit. Licking up a few, he pushed the berries about his mouth, squashing the delicate items between his flat teeth. He shuddered at how disgusting they tasted, but swallowed them down roughly, just thankful that he had found something edible to help push out his hunger that was driving him now. Breathing heavily, he continued the process of eating up a few, grinding them to a pulp, then choking them down.
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"Anything I can do to help?" Brokenfawn said as he approached. He glanced around the people that had already gathered, realizing that all were older than him, though he was actually large for his age, so perhaps he could put that into use and show them that he was not just prey. Besides, it would feel good contributing. Normally he would be turned away at the calling for help, but perhaps HawkClan would be different.
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Brokenfawn could relate to how Heatherkit was feeling. Every time he stepped outside of camp, it seemed like the whole world wanted to take his life for various purposes. After all, earlier this day he had been confronted by a hunter, sparring his life due to him not having a rack upon his small head. Though he still dreamed of the day where he had the mighty antlers towering above all. Standing next to the feline, he watched the stranger with curious brown eyes, shifting his weight from leg to leg.
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The large fawn raised his head sharply to look at Sakurapaw, swallowing down the last revolting bits of berries he had just chewed, re-positioning his hooves on the ground, seeing that the shaman apprentice didn't seem all too comfortable in her current state. "Hello." He would greet, clearing his throat and beginning to twitch his nose at her scent. "What brings you out here today?" Brokenfawn added, doing his best to start a conversation with the other deer.
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"Oh, yes. You're a, um, a shaman they call it? Nifty." Brokenfawn stated, giving a small bob of his head as he tried to figure out HawkClan's word for 'doctor'. "I'm out here just trying to find something to eat. Sometimes it's hard finding food with the oncoming winter and not being able to eat anything due to the cold." He muttered with a frustrated tone. He scraped the hardening ground with his blunt hoof out of his own anger, hating the feeling that he might end up sick, or even worse, since he would most likely find it more troubling to get a meal than others about the group.
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The young stag was glad that Bistre had assigned him to a task of finding food, especially since he would need to find a proper place with healthy vegetation for any other vegetarian in HawkClan as well as himself. Spotting his partner waiting for him, he quickly trotted over to where the male stood. "Hello, there. I don't think we've properly met; I'm Brokenfawn." He said upon his arrival, his nose twitching gently. "Where would you like to start first?"
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Brokenfawn nodded quietly, his brows pulling together, brown eyes laced with concern. He hadn't known of Cambrian's death, but the reason for that was most likely because his roleplayer was gone all last night and didn't check the board before dealing with other threads. But the young deer had known the fellow, and though he wasn't the guy's greatest acquaintance, it was still disappointing. Though at the message of a new alliance somewhat perked him up, and an event might be a way to help get people's spirits up.
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