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[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Costume party! Prizes! Everything about the invitation appealed to Jasmineskies. A fan of all forms of creative expression, the idea of a party full of people in disguise was very exciting. She would definitely attend. Jasmineskies didn't have many friends in the Clan yet after her return though, so she hoped some of her siblings were going, as they were the only ones she really knew.

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]After having scared him and then realized he was completely innocent, Jasmineskies' expression softened and she folded her wings back. "Sorry if I scared you! I'm Jasmineskies, by the way. Pretty much, ditto what these guys said." the small feline said, her aqua gaze softer now that she had made sure the stranger was no threat. How strange it would be, Jasmine mused, to not know about the Clans. She'd been born here, and though she left for a little while, she couldn't imagine life without the place.

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies stood beside her brother, staring in confusion at the SunClanner. What news could SunClan possibly have for them? Nothing of great importance had really happened lately, at least to her knowledge. Maybe they needed help?

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies approached as well, and stared at the word written in the dirt. Morwyn. That was probably her name? But why would she write it? A light frown graced the lilac point's face, and Jasmine took a tiny step closer to the stranger and Driftedpaw. "Morwyn? That's your name? Can you, uh, talk?" the winged warrior asked, hoping she wasn't being too particularly rude.

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies, standing with the others, smiled slightly. Lost? Where was this guy from that he got lost and wound up in WindClan? "Lost? Where are you from?" the lilac point inquired, her aqua gaze never leaving the unfamiliar apprentice. He seemed rather cute and innocent, in a dorky sort of way. [b]"You're in WindClan right now. My name is Jasmineskies."

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies understood the head shake to mean no. "Oh, okay. Um, so you do want to join WindClan though, right? My name is Jasmineskies. We can take you back to camp, if you want?" Her every word was careful and soft, as Jasmine was unsure what the stranger intended. If she didn't want to join, it would be pretty embarrassing because that was all Jasmineskies had really gathered other than that her name was Morwyn.

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Though her presence was unneeded, Jasmineskies made an appearance anyway. Padding over slowly and taking a seat, the lilac point yawned and wrapped her tail around her paws. Who was this stranger they seemed to be interrogating? A girl, and she looked quite familiar. One of her siblings, though Jasmine was currently unaware of the fact. She had so many brothers and sisters that she only knew a handful of them personally, and only talked regularly to two or three. It seemed normal to her, but anyone with a normal sized family would argue it was strange to be distant with some family members that were bound to you by blood. It was Jasmineskies knew, though.

Aqua gaze narrowing, the lilac point tuned out everyone's 'name and business' speeches and tried to determine just who this stranger actually was. She swore to StarClan or whoever it was they were worshipping these days that this girl was someone she knew, but [i]who?

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies had officially rejoined her home clan less than a day ago, and in her opinion it was going well. Nothing had really changed drastically, and her family was all still here. But she hadn't made any friends yet, or really done anything besides tag along to greet joining members. The Clan was big, bigger than she had remembered, but perhaps it was always this large, she had just forgotten.

In her time away from WindClan, Jasmineskies had made a hobby of going for long walks, but she didn't want to do that here, at least not yet. She was so tired, and wanted some time to herself. Finally enjoying a moment alone, the winged lilac tabby was napping in camp, completely exhausted from a day of new faces and responsibilities. But her slumber unfortunately did not last long. A gentle rain began to fall, and since she was sleeping outdoors, the cold water woke her immediately.

Cold and alarmed, the disgruntled warrior groaned and slowly got to her paws. So much for that nap, she supposed.

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]"Me too?" Jasmineskies chimed in, trotting over and standing by Wingspan and Maelstrom. Weekly tasks sounded fun enough, and she could probably do it. She had time, after all.

[Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies jumped in alarm as more water splashed her face, soaking her fur. It was so cold and wet and uncomfortable and just ew. When she blinked the water from her eyes, the lilac femme squinted to see who had so rudely attacked her with puddle water. Haushinka? That was surprising. Or was it? Jasmineskies was unsure; she didn't know the femme well enough to know if she was being rude or just herself. "Thanks." she finally replied, water dripping from her face. "How is this nice out? It's all wet and it smells like... worms." Rainy smell had always disgusted Jasmineskies.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Levesque had traveled alone for a long time. She simply had never fit in among groups, really, repelling others with her fiery and unpredictable attitude. She had once had a home in the Tribe of Burning Eclipse, when she had been a mere child, but ran away before she was even six months of age. Perhaps she'd left to see the world, or maybe to find somewhere she really belonged. For moons upon moons, she walked alone, learning to survive. She tried her hand at joining several groups, but each one she left in distaste. So what exactly made her believe she was going to fit in around here? Even Levesque was not certain, but she felt oddly drawn to the Tribe, perhaps simply because it was a tribe. The vixen was out of touch with the odd ways of Clans, as it was.

Stepping up to the border, Levesque stared about, wondering if anyone actually lived here. She remembered her Tribe fighting this one when she was very young, but perhaps everyone here was dead now...? Even if that were the case, the vixen reckoned she would stay. She could live in ruins, what fun!

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]I love the idea of a religion!! maybe a god/ess to represent each season or each element...?

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]My, my, what a ghost town this was! Levesque sat, alone for the time being, and stared at the bird making the announcements. It was a wonder the place hadn't been raided for all its supplies, Lev marveled, with the little members and defenses it had. Was there even a healer around here...? The vixen didn't think so. It reminded her a little bit of her birthplace, so silent and somber. Levesque thought of suggested burning members who did not perform their duties, but that was likely uncalled for, seeing as she had only very recently moved here.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Levesque had not yet met this girl, so the vixen approached her with a frown. "What are you laying about for? It's nearly noon." the fox demanded, sitting down adjacent to the cheetah. Levesque herself loved to lie about and be lazy when she had the time, but couldn't stand to see others wasting time. She was quite the hypocrite, and was aware of it too, but didn't really care. She did whatever she wanted, that was how she'd always lived.

Happening to notice Springpaw was very pregnant, Levesque scoffed once again. "Oh, forgive me, I didn't see you were pregnant. Big waste of time, kids are, if you ask me." the female grumbled, not bothering to ask any further about the unborn children.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]track :0

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Painting? Levesque wrinkled her nose in disgust. Maybe something so pointless would have interested her when she was a tiny child, but now, it seemed beyond useless to her. "Painting? Painting what? I'm only interested if we're talking about warpaint." the vixen grumbled dismissively, turning her head as if ignoring the serval. What was the point of such stupidity? There was no time to be painting pretty pictures in a place like this; the harsh sun would eat the colors alive anyway. The bad natured vixen turned back to Amaryllis finally, casting her an intense yellow glare.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Levesque couldn't say she'd ever really had a migraine, and thus did not know Macabrepaw's pain. Likely, she would not have been any more sympathetic had she actually experienced one, but still. Casting the male an annoyed glare, the vixen approached and scoffed. "Have you tried banging your head against a wall?" the red furred female asked rather rudely, taking a seat by herself a small distance away. The vicious remarks came naturally to her, and she found it more and more difficult to stop her horrible remarks as time went on. Perhaps she'd lost all faith in the world, or maybe she was just a genuinely terrible living being.

"For a more serious suggestion, I would try eating all of these." Levesque conjured an entire heap of poppy seeds from her bag and let them drop to the ground before Macabrepaw. She had a lot of herbs in her possession still from her traveling days, and didn't see a point in hoarding them like some sort of hermit dragon. Would the poppy seeds help? In that amount, they would probably knock him out, so yes. Levesque had little to no medical knowledge, so that solution seemed quite good enough to her.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]It seemed someone did live in this absolute hellhole of a desert. Levesque actually quite liked the place, the heat suited her and her thin coat. "Levesque Spectrus. You live here, stripes? Is there a tribe?" she demanded, tilting her head to the side. She wasn't about that name and business crap, she would say whatever she damn well pleased. The feeling of authority dictating what someone could say or do grossed Levesque out; the whole system of bureaucracy, civil leaders, and diplomatic language was a bore. Levesque wasn't exactly a bigger fan of anti-clans and tribes, but she certainly didn't like these pro and neutral systems either. Hence, her lack of home until now.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]So she had come to the right place. That was a relief. Levesque had begun to wonder if she was actually wandering towards BloodClan at this point, and that wasn't really where she hoped to end up. She was a savage, surely, but not the breed of savage that belonged in BloodClan. "Well then, it seems I'm in luck! I'd like to join your tribe, if you'll have me." the vixen smiled slightly at that; she couldn't imagine why she'd be rejected, so the whole process of admittance was such a waste of time. [b]"I'd ask to be shown around, but I'm guessing this place is just sand for miles, yeah?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]The Tribe of Anceint Stones had an air to it that Levesque could not quite describe, but knew it felt like home. She herself had always been a tribe animal, having been born in the Tribe of Burning Eclipse to a pair of council members. Why she hadn't gone home to her birth tribe rather than coming here, however, was complicated, and thus she was happy to have a place that was familiar in some ways to her without going back to that accursed land. Levesque had fled ToBE at the young age of five months, following the death of her mother and soon after death of her other parent as well. She would have stayed, had the place not quickly fallen to ruin after the departure of Annie, who was in Levesque's opinion the tribe's last great leader. Whatever that place was up to now, she didn't care to know.

The many months following her leave, Levesque had mostly traveled alone, learning to survive as a loner. Occasionally succumbing to loneliness, the vixen had thrice attempted to join various Clans, only to leave because she couldn't seem to fit in anywhere. Levesque hoped the Tribe of Ancient Stones would work out for her, but if it didn't, she had already decided she would have to be content with wandering again. She didn't have the highest of hopes.

Sitting in the hot sand, Levesque squinted and looked around for any source of shade. She didn't really want to go to camp and sit down, since she was still eager to explore the territory, but at this point it was so excruciatingly hot she was beginning to consider throwing away that hope. Perhaps this desert wasn't as fun as she had thought it would be after all. Sighing, Levesque decided to turn back and see what there was to do in camp, which was likely silent as usual.