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"speaking", actions, thinking
For a child, Kendokit held herself with great pride. The cub- no more than three months of age- slunk toward the border of Colouredclan on quiet and careful feet. Hanging over her shoulder and in a sheath was a shinai- a bamboo sword, in other words. Perhaps it was something the cub carried to give herself comfort, or perhaps she carried it with her for protection. Then again, perhaps it was both. She, in her own regard, was a rather strange looking creature. She was a snow leopard and clearly one when her anatomy was examined. However, her pelt was much different.
It was a stark white. The spots that lined her body were hardly visible unless one looked closely. Her eyes were a startling and deep shade of red that usually sported a serious and stoic attitude. For a child, she held herself with a great sense of dignity and pride. The child slowly lowered herself to a seated position and waited patiently at the border, her expression completely deadpanned. She slowly lifted her head and shifted her gaze in the direction of approaching members.
"I am Kendokit. I am looking to join." She explained, her voice monotonous and rather well-projected for a child of her size. Already, she showed signs of acting like an adult.
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attack in indianred
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