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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] A blistering breeze fallling from the mountains battered the tiny female, making her small frame shutter. Her large ivory wings parted from her sides ever so slightly keep herself balanced as she waited.
Shotgunpaw was once a member of WindClan many moons ago, just after Benedict disippeared. But now she was back, in a new body but still blind. Her familiar grey blindfold was carefully placed over her useless oculars, ears perked and nose alert.
She solemly wondered if there where any clanners here that remembered her short time here. The apprentice would soon find out.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;] Look who's back... :)

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] "Shotgunpaw. Im here to join WindClan." The winged tabby replied softly, head inclinded in the speakers direction. Two of the scents that wafted around her where unfamiliar, but Paragonfolds... That rang a couple of bells. When Shotgunpaw knew the Advisor, he was a small, rather grumpy apprentice. Now he was a large canine Advisor. Curious. Though Shotgun could not quite place a name to scent, she could just tell that she had met him some way or another.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] "No thank you, im afraid I know my way around. Thank you for the offer though!" The winged feline replied, rising from her chilly seat and giving her ivory feathered appendages a stretch.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] "Previous moons ago yes—just after the rise of Alaskanstar." The female replied.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] It was rather like a gathering of all the sightless in WindClan. Shotgunpaw slowly picked her way over to the other three, two in which she had not met before. Shuffling her oversized ivory wings, the tabby apprentice cleared her throat awkwardly. "Greetings."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] "Name n' Business please?" Inquired the small tabby as she approached the stranger, head focused in the canines estimated direction. Shotgunpaw shuffled her large wings folded at her sides, brow raised from behind her grey blindfold.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] Gliding over with childlike elegance, Shotgunpaw unfurled her oversized ivory wings and dipped her blindfolded head. "Greetings." The sightless femme whispered softly, straightening and returning her wings to her sides.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] A quiet giggle escaped the apprentice as she padded softly over, taking a seat and relaxing her ivory wings. Shotgunpaw could use a little bit of fun—take a chance—mingle.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] "Screaming helps. Ranting to someone. Just get it out of your system." The short femme stated simply, walking over with a bored shrug.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] "Who's the creep following you?" Inquired the tabby as the two passed by. She did not need her sight to know that the male was foreign, and rather disliked by the apprentice.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] A amused snort came from Shotgunpaw. Both times she had joined WindClan, Benedict shortly disappeared soon after. Though it was not funny that the hatchling was missing, she found the occurrence rather curious.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] Shotgunpaw is a dark brown tabby with a grey blindfold and large white wings. ^~^

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] If you can't find any ideas, Shotgunpaw can kill him—which will lead into a possession plot for her.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] Shotgunpaw inclined her head over to who happened to be siting next to her, though she could not see—she could tell that they where male. "Hi." The apprentice whispered awkwardly to Pit.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] --tracks cause Shotgunpaw has no ships. T.T

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] "Your retaliation will only get you into deeper sh-t than you already are. Just leave."Groaned the sightless femme, shuffling her oversized wings with impatience.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] Her large wings fanned across the endless sky, the gentle wind whistling through get feathers and swirling the snow around her small frame. It would sound of to some for a blind cat to be flying when she could hardly walk on her own, but up here where it was quiet, it was comforting to Shotgunpaw. The peace of it helped her get things off her mind. It was lovely.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ]remembers the ever so non existent ship of shotgunstag...

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 200px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow:auto; ] Shotgunpaw jumped when the voice of Deerflight reached her ears, snapping out of her thoughts and falling back into the present. "Oh, hello." Greeted the femme, blinking behind her grey blindfold.