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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]She should've known that wandering off was a terrible idea -- but you couldn't blame her. Being caged up in a tight and stuffy human cabin for months on end was bound to make a curious cat start to plan an escape. After all, she could definitely use a bit of spice in this otherwise ... spiceless life.

But, clearly, she had been totally unprepared for what was waiting for her beyond that door.

Tiny claws frantically scrabbling as they tried to get a grip on the slippery surface of the mountain, Piper somehow managed to heave herself up from the small ledge on which she had been standing to a flat surface nearing the top of the mountain. There, she collapsed into a small brown heap, both panting and shivering violently as her short coat failed to warm her in the cold climate. While the kitten would've made an attempt to pull herself to her feet and continue onward, she had been completely drained of whatever strength she had left, and so she was left with no other choice but to lie helplessly in the snow.

She was beginning to wish that she had never left.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]... Well, whatever she had been expecting, it certainly wasn't this.

As soon as she caught sight of the unfamiliar felines making their way towards her, she scrambled backwards in surprise, amber eyes on the verge of popping from their sockets as they frantically darted back and forth between the two newcomers. While she couldn't have run away with the little energy she had left anyway, she was frozen stiff, her paws seemingly rooting themselves into the soil.

However, the horrified expression on her face didn't last for much longer after the larger of the two tossed a scarf around her shoulders. While it wasn't much, it provided her with some comfort and therefore made her realize that maybe these two weren't as bad as they looked.

"I --" she swallowed a lump in her throat, "I'm okay. I think. Thank you, mister."

She eyed the smaller cat a short distance behind him, and a small frown crossed her features before she glanced downwards.

"Uh, I-I'm sorry, I just ... kinda wanted to see what was up here. I really didn't mean to bother you, if I did."

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Despite still being a little overwhelmed by the sudden arrival of these strangers, she was beginning to feel much less tense now that they had made it clear that they weren't a threat to her. While continuing to assure herself that she was alright, she managed to flash a small grin before responding to Clarke's question.

"I'm Piper. I live ... well, used to live down there --" she turned a little and pointed her tail behind her, "-- but, uh, I don't really think I want to go back. The humans weren't very nice. And -- and the food they gave me was really gross."

She turned back to them. Though she felt pretty safe in the company of these newcomers, there was still one little detail that caught her attention.

"SnowClan?" she repeated blankly, raising a brow a little. She vaguely recalled her mother speaking of such "clans" of animals before in the past, though she had never expected one to be so close to her. While she had been admittedly afraid of these things, having heard mostly negative information about them, she supposed that maybe clans weren't as big and bad as her mother had said if these individuals belonged to one.

"Holy moley," she whispered, "I've never seen a real clan before. Do you like, hunt and stuff? Are there more clans around here?"

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a persistent chatterbox, this young feline still has a lot of life left in her -- and it shows. optimistic and always willing to learn about the world beyond the mountains she lives in, she jumps at any opportunity to help out and is determined to make herself useful. however, having lived with a safety-obsessed mother before setting off into the wild, piper is quite soft-hearted and would much rather help out in a way that didn't involve having to lick blood off of her claws.

[b]NAME: piper
AGE: 8 months
GENDER: ♀
ALLIANCE: snowclan
RANK: medic apprentice (HP)
ABILITIES: possessions (undiscovered)
APPEARANCE: a slim, scruffy young feline standing on short legs. her pelt is a mixture of various striped reds and browns, along with large patches of white along her face, chest, and legs. she has large, bright orange eyes, and a tattered red scarf tied around her neck.
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[CENTER][size=15pt][font=courier][b]AS RESTLESS AS WE ARE

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Sure, Piper had seen some bizarre things before, but this was on a whole new level. Not that she was complaining or anything -- after all, the massive slide looked just like her definition of fun.

"Oh! Oh! I wanna try!" she exclaimed, scurrying over to the newly-constructed slide and scrambling up the stairs (with difficulty), an ear-to-ear grin stretched across her face. She hadn't exactly gone down one of these things before, so flying down the slope once she had reached the top and landing in the snow afterwards was a completely foreign -- and exciting -- experience for her. It beat batting some old balls of yarn around by a longshot.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Wait -- had they just invited her to stay with them? In the clan? Man, if she wasn't in awe already, she certainly was now.

"... Really?" she breathed, excitedly looking back and forth between the four strangers, "I can stay here? I really can?" It was almost too good to be true. With a bit of difficulty, the young feline managed to pull herself to her feet, her previously somber mood a thing of the past as a massive grin spread across her face.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed, "Thank you so much! I -- I'll be sure not to disappoint you!"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;](track B] )

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Piper wasn't used to seeing creatures like rabbits acting in such an ... affectionate way around the animals that typically hunted them down. It was pretty weird -- but in a good way, of course.

"Aw!" she exclaimed, a grin crossing her features as she bounded over to the small group. "Are you gonna keep it? What's its name gonna be?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Crouched beside one of the many igloos that dotted the territory, Piper had her attention focused on a small brown leaf lying in the snow a short distance ahead of her. Because she was not yet too experienced with life outside of a house, she figured that this was the least that her new clan would allow her to do until she got a hang of hunting and all of that good old "grown up" stuff.

Though, she wasn't too sure if she was too keen on the idea of hunting anyway; the whole idea licking blood off her claws -- even if it was only that of a mere fish -- wasn't exactly her cup of tea. Not to mention that she couldn't even begin to picture herself in combat -- while she could safely say she had the wits, the whole "physical strength" part was out of the picture. It left a nauseous feeling in her gut. While it was already a peaceful clan, she was nervous that she'd come across as weak or useless, and as a result she'd be kicked out. She wanted to help out as much as she could, but if only there was some other way to do so.

From her position in the snow, Piper launched herself forward with the intention of landing on the aforementioned leaf. However, instead of succeeding, she landed face-first in the snow only inches before it. Figures. A sour look crossing her features, she pulled herself to her feet and spat a mouthful of snow back onto the ground before preparing to try again.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Her train of thought was broken by the sound of the tiger's question. Embarrassment surging through her as she whipped around to face the ambassador and, to her surprise and further embarrassment, the leader, she grinned nervously as she stamped the leaf into the snow with her paw. How long had they been watching her? Hopefully not long enough to have seen her face-plant instead of successfully pounce on her inanimate target.

"Uh, nothing at all, really," she said quickly, clearing her throat and plopping down in the snow behind her. She was silent for only a moment before slowly continuing, "Uh ... are either of you good at hunting? 'Cause I'm not. At all. But, I-I wanna make you guys proud, and I'm afraid I'll look silly 'cause I can't really ... catch anything."

Aw, geez, why did she have to word it like that? She grit her teeth -- if she already didn't look dumb, she certainly did now.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]"I can help, if ya want!" the young feline exclaimed enthusiastically as she bounded over to the leader. Sure, she wasn't exactly the most experienced individual around, but she was eager to learn about neighboring clans as well as the the world in general that lay beyond these mountains. Plus, it certainly beat staying cooped up in the camp all day, so why not give it a shot?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]The sharp, metallic stench of blood had caught the young apprentice's attention, causing her to immediately spin around and race after it. While she didn't know a whole bunch when it came to medical procedures, she did have a small amount of knowledge, thanks to her safety-crazy mother. She had no flying clue if she was even allowed to help out in such a way, but she supposed she would worry about that when the time came.

Once she sped onto the scene, she quickly realized that she wouldn't even have to bother worrying about medicine, for the source of the wretched smell was in fact a tattered, lifeless body. A gruesome sight, to say the least -- it was definitely not something fit for the eyes of a feline as young as herself. Orange eyes widening in disbelief, the small feline took a step backwards.

"Oh no ..." was all that she could manage to say. She wasn't sure what to say.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]The Havoc and the Marshland Tribe -- she had only heard those names tossed around a few times in her short time here, but she was certain she had a rough idea of where each of them might be. Her maw stretched into an obnoxiously wide grin.

"Sure thing, Clarke!"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Taking slow, cautious steps through the soggy marshland, the young apprentice dragged a large sack of various gifts and goods along with her, heading in the direction of the crumbling factory that lay ahead. She assumed she was in the correct place, though she was admittedly a bit surprised, having expected this tribe to look a little less ... dark? Gloomy? She couldn't really pick a word that suited it best.

Nevertheless, Piper still pulled the sack along before dropping it at the border, plopping down beside it. Still a new member to SnowClan, she was fairly unfamiliar with the surrounding clans and tribes, as well as their behavior. Was this one friendly? Well, she supposed it wasn't going to be too long before she found out.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Piper, in response to the leader's words, gave a small nod, before expressing her congratulations to Seironsyndrome. She was quite happy for the tiger -- she was certain he'd do really well at his new job!

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Hearing the curious questions of her clanmates, Piper quickly trotted over to Dipperpaw and Clarke, who were both gathered around Sei. Raising a brow, the young feline was unsure of what all of the commotion was about -- that was, until she saw the recently-sprouted gills on the tiger's neck.

"Woah," she gasped, "That's so cool ... does that mean you can breathe underwater now? Like a fish? Holy moley, I wish I could do that."

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Trotting a short distance behind Dipperpaw, the young feline awaited the newcomers' answers to the question. They both carried the stench of fish -- similar to the members of her own clan, though it was much stronger than anything she was used to. She was curious as to where they had come from.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]She had to admit that the lack of members made her small clan a little less lively, and so she very much liked the idea of hosting activities that would draw more attention, and perhaps interest, to them. The young apprentice trotted onto the scene, brown ears pricked in curiosity.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]A snowball fight? An ear-to-ear grin spread across the young feline's maw instantaneously -- now that was her definition of a good time. Plus, it was an event she would be more than happy to host.

"Sure thing, Clarke!"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; border:0px solid #494949; background:#; padding:0px; text-align:justify; width:405px; height:; overflow:;]Participating in these sorts of events was not a new thing to Piper. In fact, she considered herself to be rather skilled at snowball fights, seeing how she'd spent a lot of her time flinging a few at her siblings outside -- that was, before she joined the ranks of SnowClan. That being said, when Clarke had ordered her to host one of these fights, the young feline had not complained in the least.

After nudging a few more freshly-created snowballs (or shapeless blobs, rather) into the large pile in the camp's center, the apprentice turned to face the open, sucked in a breath, and yowled, "SNOWBALL FIGHT!" She then grabbed one of the snowballs into her jaws before aiming to hurl it in the direction of ... well, whichever unfortunate individual happened to be in her way.