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The cinnamon calico was currently very pleased with her home. She could easily feel the wind in her pelt, and fresh air was constantly brushing past her whiskers. As of now, Jinora was seated in the middle of camp, just in front of the tunnels and caves, trying to get a better feel of the place.

Supposedly, she had to meet everyone here - which she wasn't very keen on doing. Sure, she wanted to get to know her clanmates, but she wasn't one for being the center of attention. Oh, well. "Meet and greet?" The feline called out, sweeping a white-tipped tail over alabaster paws.

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The girl tossed her ebony gaze towards Polarispride, and a small smile appeared on her features. "Hello," Jinora greeted. "I'm Jinora, Stolenpaw's sister." Supposedly, she would probably start introducing herself as Stolenpaw's sister because Stolen was obviously well-known around WindClan.

Glancing over the vice-leader, Jinora tilted her head. Polaris was Latin for...heavenly, right? That, and it was a star. The calico femme considered this as she watched him for a moment, before offering another grin and looking back down at her paws.

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Jinora found herself swarmed by WindClanners. It wasn't a bad thing necessarily, but Jinora liked her personal space, and found being crowded by all of these new faces a little claustrophobic.

Trying to remove the lump in her throat, Jinora cleared her voice and put on a smile. "Hi, Echelon." She greeted the serval, noting his somewhat moody tone. Was everyone around WindClan so put down? Jinora thought this would be a carefree, go-with-the-flow kind of place. Oh, well. She could make it work.

Shifting her focus to Alaska, Jinora felt some of her muscles relax. The southern accent made the words hard to make out, but they were warm, and kind. "Jinora." The cinnamon calico said, offering another fleeting smile to the southerner.

Watching Eternalpaw, her gray-brown gaze became troubled, as if she was picking up on the winged canine's mood. Jiinora was tempted for a single moment to ask what was the matter, but diminished it immediately. Eternalpaw obviously didn't care, and probably wouldn't tell. "Nice to meet you." She mumbled.

Jinora stiffened when her name was repeated in excitement, and looked down to find it coming from a bouncing little girl. Her small action might've given the impression that she did not want to be around someone so loquacious or bubbly, but that wasn't the case at all. Of course, Jinora could get annoyed rather quickly, but that didn't apply to the young kitten. Since Lita already knew her name, she didn't bother to repeat it. "Hello, Lita. I like your name." Jinora greeted, the faintest trace of an amused purr lacing her voice. Once that was said, Jinora's thoughts drifted again, and she realized Solitare was a human game. Something you could play alone, or with as many people as you'd like. She'd read about it in a book once.

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"And to you, too." Jinora added, flicking an ebony gaze over to Painkit. Such dark names - yet, Painkit didn't seem to reflect the prefix of his title. How strange.

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Jinora wasn't really sure of why someone would kill such a beautiful creature. The design on it's wings were inspiring, and...well, yeah. It was a pretty insect. Jinora would've never done something like that. Her features were simply disappointed and sad as she watched Abusedgrace tear apart the once lovely, delicate thing.

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even though they've hardly met xDD jinora?

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Jinora wandered over, keeping a slightly suspicious gaze on Pollux. The saying "Beware Greeks baring gifts," stuck in her mind like some sort of nagging voice. The gifts were probably safe, but the young girl was airing on the side of caution for this one. The cinnamon calico tilted her head and took a seat beside Polaris, drawing her tail over her paws.

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A tiger? Well, Jinora never thought a tiger could live at the base of a mountain. They usually lived in a more...hm, how to put it? A warmer place, such as India. 'Course, in the world of mutations and powers, the girl supposed tigers could live anywhere they pleased.

At the roar, Jinora wandered over, calico head tipped to the side. "Hello," She greeted Wingspan, dipping her head. "I'm Jinora."

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"Don't want them to do what? They can help you." Jinora said, trotting over at a relatively fast pace. She'd come as soon as she heard Riot's string of cuss words. The young cinnamon calico wasn't one for foul language, but Riot seemed like a fairly level-headed girl. She didn't seem like one to panic in the face of something normal, so...this might be worth looking into. And it was, as a matter of fact.

Watching panic flash on Rising's features, Jinora wondered what he feared about the medics. They weren't going to hurt him; they were going to help him. Jinora tried to recall what the herb was called - there was one that healed eyes, right? What was it? Celandine? Yes, that was it.

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Jinora had actually never met her sister one-on-one, which was...well, a little scary. Part of the girl was wondering if Stolenpaw would recognize her on spot, or if she would ask who she was. "Hello," Jinora greeted quietly, wandering over to the group.

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Surprise, much? Not. Jinora flicked an ear, slightly hurt that her own sister didn't recognize her. Only the faint recognition stopped the girl from doing anything rash. Jinora took a deep breath, trying to tell herself that Stolenpaw shouldn't know her. She'd been absent from WindClan for most of her life - no wonder she didn't recognize her.

"Jinora, your sister." The calico introduced herself, a small smile tickling her lips.

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Jinora wasn't one for wearing jewelry, to be honest. Sure, she was a bit of a free spirit and might wear the occasional flower crown, but heavy sterling silver pieces were just out of the question. And as the young cinnamon calico wandered over on ivory paws, she looked at all the fine pieces of metal and whatnot.

"Seems overly complicated," The girl commented quietly.

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More gifts? Seemed it was Christmas in the middle of spring, almost. Goodness. Of course, before Jinora even managed to see the lion, she could smell him from several yards away. ThunderClan, was it? Their territory had been trashed by humans. Jinora wrinkled her nose at the thought. It wasn't Leo's fault he smelled bad, so why take it out on him? Those nasty, polluting humans did the damage.

"Thank you," Jinora said, her voice laced with its usual quiet tone.

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Jinora wasn't sure about hunting - in fact, she only ate meat when she had to. The girl was currently trying to become vegetarian, since the thought of innocent creatures becoming food was very disturbing. Maybe that was why she looked so skinny some of the time.

Having noticed Discord come back with a rabbit, Jinora cringed. Rabbits were cute and fluffy; the icon of Easter itself. Poor bunny. But it wasn't Discord's fault. It was just instinct, which made it...sort of okay. Not really. Jinora decided to forget that, and instead wandered over to the deputy and Sebastian, a small smile playing on her lips. "Hello," Jinora greeted. "Successful hunt?" Okay, it wasn't much of a conversation starter, but it was the best she could come up with.

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"What bombs? When?" Jinora's mouth appeared to be faster than her head. She knew what bombs were - big metal shells humans made that could explode when they hit something. Like land mines, except...well, not really like land mines. Bombs were dropped from overhead, supposedly.

The cinnamon calico made her way over at a quick pace, though she tried not to get in the way. Her questions probably didn't help - and realizing that a little late, Jinora winced. Oops. The thin girl wondered if anyone would in fact apply a response; it seemed slightly important. Hearing Rhy, too, Jinora wondered what the two terrified WindClanners were seeing. Obviously, something terrifying and disturbing, based on their actions.

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Jinora appeared next, glancing at the Covenant member with an unwavering ebony gaze. The Covenant and WindClan were definitely allies, right? Jinora had become confused with the other two goodie baskets, as one was someone from the Militia and another from ThunderClan. Her clanmates had seemed both hesitant and disgusted, which put Jinora in an awkward position.

"Thanks," She said, watching Honeykit attempt to browse through some of the goodies. Jinora didn't care for any possessions - they would just become a burden to carry around.

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"Name and business, please?" Jinora asked, wandering over to the border. It was a random act, and the cliché intro was a bore, but it was required - rather unfortunately. Jinora wondered how many joiners WindClan usually received per day: two? five? Hm, the first seemed a little more appropriate than the latter. The cinnamon calico flicked her tail tip as she halted a foot or so away from the border, awaiting the female's response.

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Avoid becoming possessed? Huh, that was new. Of course, she knew what it was, she'd just never witnessed it before. The word itself was enough to tell her that this was pretty serious - and so, the cinnamon calico joined the rest of the group, pulling up short on the other side of her sister.

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Jinora would never fear the air, nor the sky. The sky was a wondrous, vast place, which the young, spiritual girl enjoyed very much. She hadn't stopped to reconsider her love for the atmosphere when Beowulf and Rhy had their panic attacks. No, not at all. The only thing that had frightened Jinora at that time was the thought of being blown to bits by human explosives.

Briefing over all of this as she wandered around, Jinora soon happened to come across Riot. In her opinion, she quite liked the general; she was carefree and confident, the latter of which Jinora might never achieve. "Hello, Riot. Cloud-watching?" The calico asked in a light tone, glancing up at the puffy clouds. All sorts of information began popping into her head, such as how clouds were made out of water, and how they weren't actually solid, and how crucial they were to the water cycle. It was a very nerdy point of view, but Jinora didn't mind. She loved all the information she could get her mind around.

Glancing at Sebastian as Jinora joined them, she wondered what he was seeing, because it obviously wasn't what she was. "It's...it's the middle of the day," The girl pointed out, rather bemused by his observation.