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  • IT HURTS BUT I WON'T FIGHT YOU • joining

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    Thee kittypet could still remember her old human home. Her mother had been a loner who'd abandoned her at her father's owner's doorstep. Her father was a bit tough on her, but had loved her all the same. If she concentrated, she could still smell his strong scent. But she had left her home to live in the forest, with the wild animals that she had heard about. She wanted to serve, not to lay around in a house all day. So after saying goodbye to her dad, she'd left. The young cat wasn't too trained in scenting, but she knew something was up by the very strong smell of something in front of her paws. That something happened to be the ShadowClan border.


    Levana hadn't been doing too good. She had only managed to hunt down a mouse, and she was very tired from walking. She paced by the border, anxiety gripping the clumsy female. What if she came off as too awkward and shy? What if she made a fool of herself? The silver lynx point continued her pacing, walking in a tight line, back and forth, back and forth. "Is anyone out there?" She finally decided to call out.
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  • IT HURTS BUT I WON'T FIGHT YOU • joining

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    "Oh, uh, hi!" She greeted, giving a slightly awkward smile. "My name's Levana, or Levana Chancellor if you want a full name. Uh," The domestic feline trailed off for a second, her mind going blank for a second. "I'd like to join, please."
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  • IT HURTS BUT I WON'T FIGHT YOU • joining

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    Despite her awkward and clumsy appearance, Levana felt ready. Something snapped in her mind; determination to become one of them, hope that maybe this really was the start of her new life. She flicked her tail in nervousness at Flintpaw, but then Thor showed up. She let out a slight sigh of relief. "Thanks, it's nice to meet you. And that'd be cool." The adolescent rambled.
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  • SHADOWCLAN DISNEY WEEK

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    who would Levana be?


    She's super socially awkward (but she tries) and she can be really happy and quirky
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  • IT HURTS BUT I WON'T FIGHT YOU • joining

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    Levana struggled for a quick moment to memorize names with faces. Alaska, Candlelights, Blacklight, Stolencub, and Logan. She was ever so slightly unnerved by such larger animals; though she was a bit tall for her age, she'd be no more than a snack for a large tiger. "It's very nice to meet you all," The lynx point began. "I hate to be so blunt, but do you have any food? I'm starving." The icy blue eyed female asked a bit timidly.


    She found it quite obvious that they ate wild prey, not like some other former pets. It was illogical to assume that they just had huge bags of cat food and dog food stored someplace. But what the young feline didn't know was how scarce food actually was. She thought that maybe she was just a bad hunter, not that food was actually scarce.
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  • don't get too close - open

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    "W-What's going on? Is he dead?" Levana asked, eyes widening in concern. She didn't know anything about spiritual stuff; she beloved in it, but her father had always said it was just a myth. What was wrong with this guy?
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  • MY STAR HAS LEFT ME -- open | joining -- TO TAKE THE BITTER PILL

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    Aww, well wasn't this kid cute? The quiet feline cast her soft icy blue gaze down to the pup, before giving an uncertain glance at her Clanmates. They were going to invite him to join, right? She guessed she would, but she didn't want to make a fool of herself. "Do you wanna join ShadowClan, then?" The former kittypet quietly prompted.
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  • MY SWEET FIREBALL > open

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    Levana was just awkwardly trying to groom herself in the corner of camp. The silver lynx point looked a bit self-conscious, glancing around every now and then to see if someone was watching her. She noticed Arnie, and decided to go make an effort to socialize with some others. "Hey, I don't think we've met. I'm Levana." She greeted with a slightly anxious flick of her tail.
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  • Drεαm ση α sταr ☆ Open; song singing ☆

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    Levana was actually a surprisingly good singer. Neither of her parents were, so she wasn't sure where she got it from. "I-I'm not a bad singer, but you're way better than me." She stammered, not wanting to intrude and just start singing out loud and stealing the spotlight.
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  • YOU SAY I'M CRAZY • private + raven

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    The feline knew this was only a temporary home; but she still didn't like the cramped, damp tunnels. It was a far cry from her former owner's soft couch where she would curl up with her dad. She was making her way outside, a shiver running down her pelt. It was a bit breezy, which wasn't odd this time of year. Levana breathed in the icy winter air, watching as her exhaled breath spiraled into the air must before vanishing. She gazed at her paws, simply deciding to sit outside for now.
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  • IT HURTS BUT I WON'T FIGHT YOU • joining

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    Levana didn't mind foul language, but Logan used so much of it that she began to wonder if he was just doing that to tease her. "Cool. Why don't we go, then?" She prompted, managing a very slight smile.
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  • SHITPOST // open

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    That guy... he looked a bit sad. Levana cold see it in the tiger's eyes from where she watched him from a distance. The young female felt the need to introduce herself, though part of her was a bit scared. "Uh... hi." She awkwardly greeted, stalking out of a bush that she had been sitting under. She eyed the boar with a slightly hungry expression. "Where'd you catch that?"
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