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/throws in Gin

SODA! wrote:

nope I don't mind, let me see if I can find one :3

gah thank you so much!
/is too lazy to go to main account

bluuebells wrote:

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Oh yah, I absolutely loved both seasons. :3
I've rewatched them a couple times.

Its so great to see people that actually know about this series!

♥ POPSICLE ♥ wrote:

YOU ALREADY KNOW I DO.
I still need to find the time to watch the second series.

YES POPSICLE!

~Silvy~ wrote:

comes in from nowhere

YES, I LOVE THAT SERIE <3333

i have only watched the animes though, my favorite character was john <3

who is yours?

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SILVY YOU'VE SEEN IT TOO?! :O
THAT'S SO AWESOME!
And I guess you can see which one is my favorite xP

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Riverclan was slowly becoming his home, and he seemed to grow more and more attacked to it. He blinked his brown eyes as he was sitting on a rock in the middle of the clearing the rainforest. It was around early morning, so he wouldn't be surprised if some of his clanmates were sleeping in their dens. He raised his head to look at the sky, and there were no signs of clouds in the air for the time being at least. It wasn't like he would be able to see the sky once he got under the thick canopies of the trees anyway. What was causing him a little bit trouble though was the temperature. He still had his winter coat on, which was quite thick thanks to his species, which was the akita, which also had a double layered coat. They were perfect for snow like climates, but in Riverclan, it was pretty much the opposite for him in every aspect. Usually others would tell him to go swimming in the river. That was a problem though, since the pup didn't exactly know how to swim, and was too embarrassed to ask those around him how to. Besides, even if he learned how to swim with his current coat, he would probably end up sinking toward the bottom of the river, killing himself. He knew he would become a skilled swimmer later on, but he had to prove to himself that he had enough endurance to do regular task. He had been building up his stamina the past couple days, due to the fact that he would have to use the stamina in his next battle. Muscles were slowly beginning to develop across his bodies as he reached his limit each training session, and continued from there pushing it even further. He was only a pup, and yet he wanted to get so much done for him in the end. He flicked his curled tail behind him as his blue claws scratched the surface of the rock he was sitting on. It wasn't hard to see him against the green coloration of the Riverclan territory, especially since he was blue and everything. It was a wonder that he was one of the strange looking creatures in the clan. Counting Glitteringgold since the older male didn't exactly look normal in his eyes as far as he knew. And for now, it seemed like everyone now knew where his scars came from, and regarded him with bravery. He almost seemed to puff out his chest at that thought, since all he wanted to do was provide his best for the clan, and continue to become better as a creature as a whole. Finally deciding to get up onto his paws, the tiger striped akita stretched on the rock, arching his back, and letting the muscles strain, and his joints pop in response to the movements. Finally he casually leaped off of the rock, and was about to start his morning run, which usually went up and down the bank of the large river that was in the clan territory.

That of course was until he heard yowling and hissing, coming from the east, and instantly his fur began to bristle. Could it be the same bears that had attacked them recently? He had made sure to drive them off quite ways, but they were still alive so that meant they could still be doing harm to his clanmates. Why did the stupid bears have to follow him in the first place. A low growl began to escape the bear hounds jaws as he turned his body to the left, and began sprinting toward the direction of the terrible sounds. His blue claws dug into the rich soil that covered the ground, his pointed ears pinned against his skull. His brow was furrowed angrily as he prepared to see the scene before him. Popping out of the bushes, he found out what was making all that noise. A timber wolf, one that was slightly mutated with horns and everything, had the leg of an NPC clanmate in his jaws. In the distance, Gin could also hear some howling, so that meant this creature in front of him wasn't alone either. Slowly, the lips of the pup began to curl angrily as his blood began to boil with rage. He would protect his clanmate, no matter the cost. Without saying anything, the pup leaped into the air toward the large wolf with horns, and opened his jaws. Gin didn't know why he targetted certain regions of the body, it just seemed natural for him to do this. The muzzle as an extremely sensitive part, and an easier place for any smaller animal to attack a large animal, as long as they weren't flexible. Gin's fangs pierced into the wolf's muzzle, making it yelp in pain and let go the NPC, who in turn ran away from the scene, spraying crimson fluid around the area since the NPC had been seriously injured. Gin continued to shake his head violently back and forth, ripping more flesh as he did so, making the wound larger. It was then that he noticed that the wolf was raising a paw, getting ready to knock him off. Opening his jaws, the bear hound kicked off the creatures muscle, and landed on the ground a tail length away from him. As soon as he landed, the pup let out another snarl, daring for the creature to come at him. Blood dripped from the creatures muzzle, and it was obvious the wolf was pissed due to being injured by a mere pup. Snarling, the wolf lunged forward again, and Gin was standing in front of a tree. The Akita watched closely at the creatures fangs that seemed the glint in the suns rays, before leaping out of the way. He listened as the creatures fangs sank into the bark of the tree, and his brown eyes widened as he turned to look and see the creature was tearing away the bark where he had bitten. One bite and he'll crush my leg! Gin though to himself, but he didn't show signs of any gear, and continued to circle around his enemy, narrowing his brown eyes. His blood was burning with rage for his injured clanmate, and he wasn't going to stop till he beat the male to a pulp. The horned timber wolf was incredibly angry, its eyes flashing to a black color, which probably wasn't good to him. The creature lunged, but Gin was small in size, which meant that he was able to have more speed than such a large creature. Leaping up into the air, he opened his jaws again, leaping slightly over the creatures head. But that wasn't it. He ended up clamping his jaws around the timber wolf's ear, and within a second, he would twist his head violent, and pull using his momentum. A second later, a scream came from the timber wolf's jaws as it no longer had a left ear. The appendage was now in the pups jaws, blood slightly dripping from them. Gin quickly spit it out though, and watched as the red liquid began to drip from the males ear, around the side of its face. The wolf said something in a language that the pup didn't understand, and turned to face the puppy again, obviously not wanting to play around anymore. The creature lunged toward the blue creature, and Gin tried to leap away. He had made the mistake though, as he had landed on a slick piece of moss. His gaze widened in surprise but not fear as he slipped, and watched as the creature wrap his jaws around his right back leg. That was when the pain began. His neck didn't break, but he would hear the wolf chuckling as he raised Gin's small body, and slammed it against the ground. A chocking sound escaped his jaws as his back slammed into the earth, knocking the air out of him. The wolf continued slamming him back and forth, back and forth, his body landing harder than the first time before. A pup can only take to much damage, and he listened as something cracked in his body. One of his ribs was now broken. Finally, the horned wolf began to swing its head around, before finally throwing Gin, and the pup ended up slamming into the side of a rock. CRUNCH. A yelp escaped his jaws as his shoulder became dislocated, and he cringed in agony. He wasn't going to die here, he wasn't going to lose. He couldn't possibly die here! Who was going to protect his clanmates?! Gin forced himself up onto his paws, panting heavily and with effort. He was bleeding from a scratch on his shoulder, and he had a large cut on his back now that was beginning to seep blood and go down his leg. Gins back right leg hadn't been crushed after all so that was a good thing, although it was sore to stand on. The pup turned to face the timber wolf, and lowered itself and stared at it, his eyes almost burning with the determination not to lose. He lowered his body in almost a crouch as he prepared for the creatures next attack. When Gin had been recovering, the canine had been laughing its head off, but that soon turned into a snarl of annoyance as he watched that the pup was still able to move. Gin was a might bear hound, meaning that he no longer felt fears, and was bred to take down bears. "If your gonna come at me do it now! I'll show you the strength of a bear hound!" The Riverclanner snarled angrily at the horned wolf. That obvious pissed off the other canine, and it lunged again. Gin reared up onto his back legs and moved slightly to the left to avoid the jaws of the creature again. However, the kid had forgotten that the creature almost seemed to have the horns of a ram, and so the tip of the horn came out a little bit. Pain erupted on his side as it was slightly gouged by the horn, causing the pup to stumble in the process. A groan escaped his jaws as he turned around to face the timber wolf again. He wasn't going to die. He wasn't going to pass out. Slowly, his blue fur was becoming coated in his bodies crimson fluid. The timber wolf let out a final snarl as it rushed forward.

From that instance, the world seemed to move in slow motion. Gin was able to see all the muscles working in his opponents body, and the rage that was pulsating from him. Gin knew this would be his only chance, and rushed forward, his body moving faster while the creature in front of him was moving slower. The pup had timed it right to just miss the creatures jaws, and quickly moved his jaws upward. The neck was a delicate part of any creatures body, and it was the only thing Gin could do at this point, or he would risk being ripped to pieces. His jaws wrapped around the soft flesh of the wolf, which caught the creature by surprise, making it scream out as it reared up on its front paws. Gin knew exactly what to do once he hit his mark, and he began to twist his head violently back in forth, almost in a circular motion in fact. This meant that he would be tearing up more and flesh as he forced his muzzle deeper into the creatures throat. Of course no pup could be that powerful, but a pup could have a certain amount of determination to get it through the worst experiences. The timber wolf ended up falling onto its back gasping as the flesh around his neck was being ripped. But it wasn't deep enough to cause a large amount of damage. Raising its paws, it grabbed the sides of Gins face, and began to pull. The timber wolf was thinking that he could just pull Gin off, and everything would be fine. Gin's soul burned with the power to fight, as he continued hang onto the creature, along his side was bleeding pretty badly now. The wolf said something angrily in another language as it continued to struggle with Gin, trying to get him off. The wolf obviously wasn't that smart, and used the rest of its power to rip Gin off, which meant that Gin took a piece of flesh with him. A yowl escaped the wolf's jaws, and the blue canine now had a piece of brown flesh in his jaws. The wound in the creatures throat wasn't deep enough to kill him, but it would hurt like hell for quite a long time. The wolf threw the pup against the ground, and decided it wasn't worth the trouble to stay, as all the noise they caused would probably attract attention. Gin hadn't even intended on trying to kill the wolf, as he didn't believe in murder. One of his eyes were closed as he grunted with effort. Although he couldn't stand up anymore, he was panting heavily as he held the piece of his opponents flesh in his jaws. He did it. He was able to drive the creature away.

[INJURIES: Gash on side, cuts on back, dislocated shoulder, broken rib, cut on shoulder]

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Gin looked at the kit with a dumbfounded look almost. The kid wanted to become a canine. Yeah, there were powers such as that one to be able to do it, but he doubted someone so young had that opportunity to acquire something like that. He flicked his tail across his back as he opened his jaws prepared to burst the kids bubble when an unfamiliar calico cat came up and began to talk to child. Gin blinked his brown eyes not really sure what to do at this point. Hearing the kids comment though made the canine grunt in response. This child was so immature. Yeah, he was a child himself, but he considered himself to be quite mature in many ways. He decided to ignore the kid for now as another creature came up ask him a question. She... called him pup. He didn't really like being referred to something as that, which made him twitch one of his pointed blue ears. "My name is Gin, not pup Miss." Yeah, he was correcting her, but at least he was being nice about it and all. At her question though, he thought for a couple moments on how to answer something like that. "I left Tidalclan because I didn't feel like I belonged there. No one seemed to pay real attention." The scarred canine stated calmly.

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Winter was the weather that was probably best for him it seemed. He was an Akita after all, meaning that he was capable of being in such a climate like that one. The rainforest though was becoming a slight problem for him since it seemed like it was getting hotter by each day. Gin was usually there to welcome newcomers, and his brown eyes watched the kit in front of him. The scarred canine didn't really say anything so since it didn't seem she had introduced herself just yet. The blue canine settled himself down next to Tino, raising a back leg and scratching the brown leather collar that was attached to him. Yeah, he used to live with humans, but no one seemed to really care to ask, and he was glad for that. His past didn't really hold anything, but it wasn't an incredibly terrible either.

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Domestic cats seemed to be everywhere. But that was okay with the canine it seemed. He flicked one of his pointed blue ears as he padded up next to Marco, and stared at the black and white female. She was obviously older than he was it seemed, and she seemed to be the kind that was also high spirited. He flicked his curled tail across his back as he wondered how she was when it came to battling and such. A yawn escaped his jaws before he finally shook his pelt and began to talk, a neutral expression spreading across his face. "Nice to meet you Miss Sydney. My name is Gin." The collared canine introduced himself, and used a very formal tone as he lowered his head in almost a submissive manner toward the other cat. It was also nice to have new clanmates, as he would rather see them alive than dead anyway. He wouldn't raise his head again until she addressed him, since that was just the way he ended up greeting others at the border. Especially if he didn't know them personally.

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[THAT WAS THE LONGEST POST I'VE EVER MADE WITH HIM XD]

Gin heard pawsteps. Was the timber wolf coming to have his friends deal with him or something. His muscles tensed, although he couldn't exactly move his left leg due to the dislocated shoulder, which he had never had a injury like that before. The only injuries he ever had was the ones fighting Bloodclan, and fighting he bears. But that was a long time ago. The taste of blood was starting to getting annoying to him to the point of him opening his jaws and spitting out the piece of flesh. He could already think about the questions there were going to give to him at this point in time. However, he was too stubborn to even think about dying. Blood dripped out of his jaws, but it wasn't his but his opponents. The battle field definitely had a lot of broken things around it. Especially the ear that was just a couple steps away from where Gin was laying. His brown eyes seemed to stare at the severed ear in front of him, and his expression continued to remain neutral as he moved his eyes too look at the creature that was in front of him. Brook. He remembered her name not to long ago, and offered her a soft smile. "Don't worry. I won't be defeated by the wounds like these." The bear hound stated proudly as he let a groan of pain escape his jaws. The pain in his side was probably his worst injury, as he couldn't exactly feel his shoulder at this point thanks to the fact that it was dislocated, and simply felt uncomfortable. Blinking his brown eyes, he heard more pawsteps and turned his head to look at who it was. Tino. Gin didn't say anything though as he was completely out of stamina, and just kept his jaws parted as he laid there, sucking in air.

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Gin?

/stumbles in and waves
I like the idea that Icey came up with

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The blue canine simply flicked one of his ears as he turned to look at the full grown calico. He was only a pup, but because of his species, he was already the size of an apprentice. Although, the full grown female was obviously larger than he was at this very moment. He flicked his curled tail behind him as he wore a look of confusion. Did he end up sounding rude? He never intended to come off as someone like that, and turned back to Brook. "Sorry Miss if I came off as rude. That wasn't what I intended." It was obvious that Gin was very particular when it came to what others thought of him. He was incredibly respectful, and would continue being that way until something changed him. Then he turned back to the calico that was speaking to him, and his neutral expression didn't seem to change all that much as she introduced herself. He did though lower his head submissively toward the cat, which he usually did with everyone that was older than him. It was like what a wolf would do around its Alpha, except he didn't tuck his tail in between his legs. "Nice to meet you Koifeather." The blue colored akita stated calmly before raising his head. He noticed her suspicion quite easily, and it confused the male. Was he that intimidating? He was only a pup after all, although the scars that were on his pelt said otherwise. "Why wouldn't I treat felines the same? We are all trying to do the same thing, and that is to survive, so everyone deserves respect for doing what they can in the first place. It's just the way my instincts are Ma'am. And I was able to get to Riverclan by asking my former clanmates in Tidalclan for directions." The canine stated in a calm tone, not being rude in any way as he talked.

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Body language was used a lot in the canine species. It was used somewhat in the feline species too, but that mostly dealt with noises and flicks of an ear. The slight twitch of a lip could mean anything in the canine language, and that was important to keep on learning about anything that could happen. he flicked his tail as he watched the other canine direct his attention toward something else. A dead mouse carcass. It seemed like all of the meat had been stripped off of the bones, and he wondered who had eaten that. Could the pup have eaten that, he wasn't exactly sure. But just by looking at her eyes, he could tell what she was asking. Getting up from his paws, the canine moved over toward the mouse carcass, and looked at it for a couple moments. "Sorry, but this isn't mine. Would you like me to help you bury it?" Yeah, Gin was a nice guy, and he held respect for everything that was around him to say the least. He was prideful like any other canine was, but who wasn't? He blinked his brown eyes, and he kept the grin played across his lips. He wondered where her mother was, and of course nearly forgot that she was an apprentice, so she was probably out hunting or something. On the topic of hunting, he debated whether or not he should try hunting today, especially with the fact that he was extremely terrible at it anyway. The last time he had tried to hunt was in Tidalclan, and there had been a flock of wood pigeons on the ground. When he had tried to catch one, well, all he ever got was a mouthful of feathers in the end. After that, he had been extremely disappointed in himself, as there didn't seem to be other creatures like himself anyway. His body was small, but he had speed that would help in battle, and also a little bit of power to back it all up.

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Gin turned to look at Brook, and easily noticed her smile. He easily returned it with a grin of his own and dipped his head again toward the older wildcat. He wondered what she was able to do in a battle, as he hadn't exactly seen that species around a lot, especially in Riverclan to say the least. Well, he was the only canine of his kind in the clan, which he didn't mind all that much. "Thank you Miss Brook. Your words mean a lot to me." The canine stated somewhat happily, as even his curled tail began to wage behind him. He then turned to look at the creature that had looked at him suspiciously, but that almost seemed completely gone now. He listened to her words, and didn't seem to mind them all that much. Although, her sudden excitement caught him a little bit by surprise as he was practically glaring at him a couple seconds ago. He really didn't get how females worked, which was understandable considering he was just a pup. "Thank you." Gin stated yet again as he dipped his head toward the older creature. She was sure an interesting character, but what he didn't get was what she said in the middle of her sentence. "What is the 'red string of fate'?" The bear hound questioned with a confused blink of his brown eyes.

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[ABATTOIR THAT MUSE IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I'M NOT SURE IF I'LL BE ABLE TO MATCH YOUR MUSE NOW THOUGH]

Everyone was so concerned about him. It almost made him want to chuckle just thinking about how pitiful he must look like right now. Although, it may seem like he lost, he felt that he won, going up against a creature several times his size, and being able to inflict some damage onto the larger canine. He heard heavy pawsteps heading toward him, and he used his eyes to be able to see the female that he knew somewhat well. The lion cub. The one that had been injured when she had first joined. Were the tables turned now? It almost seemed like it, and at her question, he let out a small huff. "I promise I'll be fine." Gin stated, although his voice sounded weak and rough. He was exhausted, and just wanted to sleep, although that would be a pretty bad idea for him to do something like that anyway. Instead, he just continued to stare at the ear that he had managed to tear off. He heard paws going back and forth from deeper into the forest, to where he was now. If he was incredibly stubborn, he probably would have said that he would be fine, and only needed a couple herbs. His muscles contracted around his wounds though when the herb mixtures were put on them. A small yelp escaped his jaws at the stinging sensation that he was beginning to feel across his body. Yeah, it was painful, but it was his own fault for getting hurt in the first place. He needed more training as far as he could tell. The canine then noticed that Brook had placed a couple leaves in front of him. Gin knew little to nothing about herbs, and wondered what they would be able to do. All he was tasting right now was the metallic flavor of blood, since he couldn't exactly spit it out at the moment. He slid out his salmon colored tongue and lapped up the leaves and began to chew them. A sickening expression passed across his face at the bitter taste of them. No wonder predators didn't eat leaves all that often. They tasted territory. It was then that an expression of confusion passed across his jaws at the rest of the words Brook said. "Brace? Brace for wh-" Gin's voice was cut off with a howl of pain as there was popping sound as his shoulder was moved back into place. Yeah, the feline had given him a warning, but if he had tensed up in the process of putting his shoulder back in place, it probably would have made it only worse. Once that was done, the bleeding canine relaxed a little, although he continued to grimace. Having his shoulder put back into its socket was probably the worst feeling he ever had. It was then that the creature remembered that something else was broken. "I think... he broke one of my ribs." The bear hound rasped.

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Adeℓe wrote:

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Gin wants one!

Tino ❄ wrote:

threads w/tino?

He can teach Gin how to be not grumpy XD

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The canine sure seemed to be attracting a crowd from what he could gather. He blinked his brown eyes as he had enough strength to look around, although he did not dare move his body just yet. He didn't think there was any possible way of fixing a broken rib, or even if it was a broken rib for that matter. Either way, as long as it didn't make it hard for him to fight, he wouldn't worry about it all that much. Especially since he was incredibly stubborn and most likely not going to let anything get in his way. What surprised him though was that Driftingpup was next to come toward him. But unlike the rest that simply stared with frowns spread across their faces, she came running up to him, and he could feel her muzzle place on his fur. A small frown spread across his jaws as he noticed she was crying. "Drifting... Please don't cry. I'll be alright. Don't worry. Please... I don't like it when others cry." His voice seemed pained because he couldn't exactly move and be able to comfort the female who was around his age. He pinned his ears against his skull as he aimed to use his tail to try his best and take away one of her tears if possible. Now though, his strength was beginning to fade, and he laid his head on the ground, and starred off into the distance. It was interesting how some things just seemed to happen, and how quickly they happened as well. Hearing the lion cubs voice though, he twitched one of his pointed ears. He didn't have enough strength to turn his head anymore, but would speak in somewhat of a whisper, since he was so exhausted. "I know. I believe in Brook. I'll be fine after a rest." The canine stated in a rasp, although he wasn't about to sleep just yet. He could already feel his pelt becoming sticky from the blood, and he could only imagine how much of a wreck he looked.

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Ceremony: Pup to Apprentice
Name: Gin
New Name: Stays the same
Mentor: Gunstar

The tiger striped akita slowly made his way over toward the area where everyone was gathering. He wondered why clan creatures did some things like this, but he didn't really seem to mind that much. He had already come of age, and was ready to continue his training, although being a moon older didn't really seem to change him all that much. He would still be a puppy

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He probably should be resting. But he was an age of an apprentice now, although he was still the size of pup. He blinked his brown eyes as he only recognized one other creature. Sweaterpaw. It seemed she had been promoted recently. He would make a mental note to congratulate her later, but his attention turned toward the feline that had decided to hold a meet and greet. The canine limped over slightly, no real emotion spread across his jaws. He had some herbs around his shoulder, back, and leg. He remembered the pain he had to go through when they had put his shoulder back in place when it was dislocated. That was probably the most ever something had ever hurt for him, and he didn't seem to mind it all that much. He was able to stop his clanmate from getting killed, and forcing a larger canine than himself away from the clan. Hell, he had even been able to do some damage in the process, which was a good thing. The canine sat himself down, wincing slightly as he felt all the bruises across his body as he did so. Yeah, others seemed to stare at the scars that he just had on his skull, but almost everyone knew where they came from now. Bloodclan. It was interesting especially since he knew that Bloodclan and Riverclan didn't seem to get along. His most recent wounds though wouldn't leave scars, which was probably a good thing. He lowered his head toward the female slowly, almost as if it was submitting to her, which was exactly what he was doing. Anyone that was older than him he gave large amounts of respect toward. While he bowed his head toward her, his brown eyes closed in the process. "Nice to meet you Miss Crypticsoul. My name is Gin." The canine stated calmly as he flicked his curled tail behind him. He wouldn't be surprised if she looked at him funny, especially with the fact that he was... blue.

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Gin didn't know a lot about clan life. But one thing he was becoming quite obvious about were captures. It was interesting to see how someone was easily brought into the camp without another thought in the world. The apprenticed age canine probably should have been resting in the den, but he was already walking around, trying to gather his strength again. He was able to win in a fight that was a lot larger than he was, and he was still only a pup, especially for a canine at least. He was only the size of a medium sized apprentice, although he had a couple scars that made him look like a full grown warrior should have them. Gin looked from a distance and watched the creatures gather around the domestic cat. As long as the creature wasn't tortured, the canine didn't really mind it all that much. There didn't seem to be many captures in Riverclan, he was glad for that. Flicking one of his blue ears, the canine watched Sweaterpaw's reaction, and lugged himself up onto his paws, and flinched at the feeling of pain that went through his body. Although he was in pain, it was obvious by his facial expressions even a little bit, as he began to limp his way toward them. He decided to settle himself next to Sweaterpaw, and use his blue muzzle to gently nuzzle her as he sat beside her. She was probably scared, but if needed, he would be there to comfort her no matter what. He never liked watching others around him sad anyway. Gin raised his gaze to look at Oceantide, and didn't say anything. Instead, he would simply watch.

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The cream tabby with different colored eyes didn't seem to understand the process of having a creature join them. The still healing canine made his way over, limping slightly as he did so. He could already hear those around him nagging him to stay in the medicine cat den, but he wouldn't do such a thing. After fighting off a wolf that was much larger than himself, the pup was more cautious since there were still NPC enemies in the area. The scarred pup turned his head to look at the domestic cat that called herself Safepaw. "Riverclan will welcome anyone that joins as long as they are not aggressive. As long as the creature does nothing to harm the clan in a whole, or even a member, no action should be taken in such a way as it is too judgemental. Don't judge a book by its cover I could say, as that only brings distrust into the minds of those that are around you. If this member does become dangerous, we will take care of it, as everyone deserves a chance to belong and not be isolated." He was only a pup. And yet, he was capable of such mature words. There didn't seem to be any emotion spread across his face, although there was some fire burning in his brown eyes as he sat down next to Sweaterkit, flinching slightly due to the fact that he had bruises all around his body. He looked toward the joiner, and dipper his head submissively to the much older male in front of him. Being a canine meant that he used his body language quite a lot, and he had already been told by a couple members not to address them so formerly. "Welcome to Hawkclan Sir. My name is Gin." The tiger striped akita introduced himself in a calm tone, but wouldn't lift his head until he was addressed again by the new member of the clan.

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