Maybe it was because she was alone. Maybe it was because she was potentially mute. Maybe it was because she wanted to be understood. Something had driven this lynx to this border. She sat, waiting patiently for any body to accept her. Sahleen yawned, showing her large canines. She flexed her claws, spreading her large paws about. But she remained sitting, waiting.
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The lynx dipped her head. She hated to talk but she would only this time. "I am Sahleen (Sa-leen). I wish to join your clan." She said. Her voice was gruff, deep for a feminine, husky as well. She narrowed her eyes and her muscles tensed as she was ready for any attack.
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She dipped her head. "Thank you." She said quietly, barely a whisper. She lifted her head, only for her grey eyes to studied the creature in front of her. She stood, her grey fur rippling with the muscles beneath it. Her ears moved about the tufts moving with them. It doesn't matter. Sahleen was friends with this creature, in an unknown way. She stepped into the border. Finally, safety and warmth for the 39 moon lynx.
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The lynx dipped her head again. "Sahleen." She said lowly. This talking wasn't that of her things to do often.
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The mute lynx stepped up. "I'll have one." She rasped. She hardly talked so that was it. She flicked her short tail and sat down.
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The female lynx padded up, muscles rippling beneath her pelt. She too had joined not too long ago. She dipped her head. "Sahleen." She rasped. This character was strange. She hardly ever talked.
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"I'm up for a fight!" The lynx growled. She then charged off towards the exiles.
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Sahleen appeared. The lynx growled, searching for a character who wanted to battle her. She was hard to beat, being more experienced. She stalked around the raid going on, waiting for one of the enemy to decide to fight her.
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Sahleen padded over in the last track post of all time.
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The lynx stood in the center of a flattened field, a big moss ball (the size of her paw) uner her left paw. That said it all. An awsome game of moss ball would start.
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¨Mossball! Its a great game. What you do is choose teams and on one side of the field would be one team´s goal and the other side, the other team´s! You have to get the ball in your goal. It will be guarded by the other team´s goalie.¨ The slightly mute lynx explained.
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Sahleen stood, bouncing paw to paw in the center of camp. ¨Work out session!" She called.
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Sahleen dipped her head. "Yup." She said. Finally she sat. The quiet lynx was waiting on others to arrive before they started.
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"Oh it wont. It's made if moss!" Sahleen said, rolling the ball to Reverse.
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Sahleen laughed. "It's soft. Go ahead and touch it." The older she-lynx said. This was entertaining.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 350px;][justify][font=arial]"Sahleen, it's time for you to become an apprentice(?) you have no mentor, but I'm sure you'll do fine!" Lucy cheered. "And Dogkeeper, uponrequest, your new name is Emeraldtheif."Actually elder. Sorry for confusion.
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Sahleen nimbly dipped her head before padding away.
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Sahleen padded up. The elder flicked her tail. "Hello." Her raspy voice could be hewrd.
//hey blacky its Feather!
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"Name's Sahleen." The lynx said, sitting down and pushing her tuft ears forward.