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Dan had asked so many people how to get to riverclan. God, so many he'd lost count. And none of them understood him. Not very well, at least. Danny didn't know very much English. He was a native Russian speaker, and as young as he was, he hadn't really gotten taught how to speak anything else but Russian, which was posing to be a problem.

However, finally he had been able to get out 'exiles' and someone managed to point him in the general direction. So now, he was here. Surprisingly. The Russian husky pup came sauntering over, tail wagging and waving high as the silver and white harness wearing pup came to a skidding stop, realizing he had crossed over the pint where he was supposed to wait. With a slightly worried look, he backed himself up, retracing his pawsteps before he got where he was supposed to be. The canine smiled, and sat where he was, bright eyes searching for anyone nearbye. Granite, he probabaly wouldn't be able to talk to them very well, he wanted to see somebody. No one in particular...just somebody.

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Watching as the two came over, the canine tilted his head to the side as the much bigger male had spoken. Name and business? That was like Меня зовут (my name) and бизнес (business), right? Oh geez. Suddenly in a fluster of trying to figure out what he was the other was saying, his cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment and he looked to the ground in shame, shuffling his paws nervously.

'cmon dude, English!' his brother had said. His brother was taught English because he was older...but Danny didn't know very much. And it was stupid of him to leave them...but there was no going back now.

"мой (my) нет (no), I mean......Moy name.....I-Is Dawny, no, Danny?" the heavily accented canine would say, obviously flustered. However he was now more frustrated than anything. Why couldn't he just speak English? That would have been much, much easier. The struggle was not understanding it, but speaking it.....and getting all the accents right. The accents were the hardest part if no one could tell. His 'my' sounded like 'moy' and his 'is' sounded like 'ees' and his name? He screwed up on the American accent on that as well and made it sound like 'dawny'.

Quivering his bottom lip slightly, the canine was no regretting what he was doing. He was scared no one would understand him. That was the worst feeling ever. You tried to communicate and have fun but...you couldn't? It was hard.

The canine still not confident in his English, shifted his paws in shame, keeping his eyes locked into the ground and letting his tail fall still. Maybe this wasn't a good idea...maybe he should leave and go back ho- no. No going home. It wasn't safe for him there.

He shook his small head, the pup taking a small gulp in as emotion started to overwhelm him. He was scared, sad, nervous, embarrassed. Now what was he supposed to do. "I....I Прости (sorry) I do not.....K-now what a 'Bizznis' is." he would attempt to apologize, once again butchering the pronunciations.

Only glancing up, the pup felt bis throat tighten with the threat of crying. He didn't know why he wanted to.....but it was so embarrassing once again to not know how to speak fluent English. "E-English....not fast...." he'd stammer out, raising a paw and rubbing his neck gently in embarrassment. Putting his paw back down, he gave a small huff, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from bawling like a little baby.

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Dan had asked so many people how to get to Sunclan. God, so many he'd lost count. And none of them understood him. Not very well, at least. Danny didn't know very much English. He was a native Russian speaker, and as young as he was, he hadn't really gotten taught how to speak anything else but Russian, which was posing to be a problem.

However, finally he had been able to get out 'sunclan' and someone managed to point him in the general direction. So now, he was here. Surprisingly. The Russian husky pup came sauntering over, tail wagging and waving high as the silver and white harness wearing pup came to a skidding stop, realizing he had crossed over the pint where he was supposed to wait. With a slightly worried look, he backed himself up, retracing his pawsteps before he got where he was supposed to be. The canine smiled, and sat where he was, bright eyes searching for anyone nearbye. Granite, he probabaly wouldn't be able to talk to them very well, he wanted to see somebody. No one in particular...just somebody.

[copied and pasted Bc I'm trying out different clans with him c:]
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The husky puppy's eyes widened when the other, however larger puppy came sauntering over to him. His tail continued to wag, and he held a cheerful grin. The grin lasted a while until the wolf pup began to speak, and with a rush he was reminded once again that he couldn't necessarily communicate as wanted. Or, if the other couldn't understand him, they wouldn't be able to communicate except for body language, and Dan didn't like, nor want that.

Anyways, he had to figure out what this other kid was saying. Hiya wasn't an actual word but it was like Hi. Theo was a Name....at least he thought it was. And the 'I' before that meant the speaker....so 'hi I theo' is what he got out of that part. Name and business? That was like Мое имя (my name) and бизнес (business), right? He hoped he was getting these translations correct.

He held his breath for a moment, the happiness from his face gone as he looked down at his paws, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as a frown took the smiles place. He shuffled his paws nervously, biting gently into his lip. What if he got the translation incorrect? What if he spoke incorrectly or the other couldn't understand him? The smaller canine flattened his ears, a worried expression upon his face.

'English! No one will understand you if you don't speak it!" his brother had practically yelled at him. The memory caused him to suddenly give a small whine, and he hadn't realized he had done it out loud. He shook his head, and narrowed his eyes, trying to focus. "You can do this, Danny." the husky pup would tell himself in an attempt to calm his nerves.

"H-e-ll-o, T-Theo?" the canine would say, trying to sound out the hello. And he wasn't quite sure if Theo was the others name or not so he posed it as a question. Was that even ok? Like was that even socially acceptable? A new kind of fear come over him, and he felt his lip quivering slightly with that new fear. "имя (name), нет (no), uh..." he stammered, struggling to find the English words for what he was to say. "I-I am....Dawny, нет (no), Danny! Danny." the husky pup struggled, but offered a friendly paw for the other pup to shake, despite feeling utterly and completely horrible. "I....sorry, do не (not) k-no what a...'B-Bizznis' is." the harness wearing pup would struggle, his eyes avoiding the other as he raised a small paw to rub his neck. God, he was making a fool out of himself, wasn't he?

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Dan watched as some others came up, all speaking english fluent and well. It almost made him shrink further into himself, however he then perked up a little bit. If they spoke it so well....they'd be able to teach him, right? Feeling just a little bit better, the pup gave a small smile, and just a small wag of his tail.

Nutmegmocha seemed to be very nice, motherly in a way and he liked that. He needed a mother figure in his life because well, his mother didn't necessarily like him. However, her words were almost a blur to him. He got her name, and what business was. Sooo.....it was why he was here? He could answer that! His mother had made him practice just those few words. "ой! Я знаю это (oh! I know this!)!" he'd chime. Ok. They couldn't understand that he guessed that didn't matter. "I am here to join!" he'd say, full of excitement that he would get to speak the only sentence he knew fluently. Like man....he spoke that perfectly! he gave himself an excited little fist-pump, the frown from earlier a embarrassment gone.

Danny paused as he tried to interpret what everyone else was saying. Ok. So, this was Seoul. It sounded like a weird form of seal. He knew Theo, and the others were Sixte, and Suga. He could understand that much. He looked back to Theo, and he was about to answer however Sixte beat him to it, and all Danny could do was nod and give an even bigger grin. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad?? He hoped it wouldn't be.

He had to say, the fact that another pup was here was quite comforting. Maybe the winged Theo would be patient enough to help him? Be friend with him? Hopeful. He doubted that the other puppy would leave him to sulk in a corner by himself but he'd been surprised by friends he'd had in the last. All he hoped was that he didn't have to work hard to become friends like he did in his last home...everyone else made friends pretty easy but he didn't have the same success....which was frustrating. But, hopefully everyone here was different.

His ears perked and he looked to Suga, and he tilted his head slightly. A translator. Someone to fix his mess ups and help him get his words across in English correctly. That would have been a good idea....but where did he find one? And was it a living being or some device? It sounded like a device....but he didn't know. "I-uh.....не (don't) h-have один (one)." he'd answer a bit solemnly, giving a sheepish shrug of his shoulder. Uhg. More words they'd have to figure out. He almost felt bad...what if he was a burden for them? They'd have to try and figure out every little thing he was saying....and what if something important was happening and he couldn't say it? Oooooohhh no. With that thought, he gave a nervous shuffle of his paws.

"C'mon Danny, get yourself together!" he'd scold himself gently inside his head. He stilled his paws, took a breath in, and continued to smile. He would be fine. now, to answer suga's question. "Oh-uh. Да (yes)." he'd answer with a small nod of confirmation. Да was simply yes...that shouldn't be too hard for them, right?

[ahhh thank you so much for the welcomes!
And thanks for the compliments on Danny! <3
He's my smol babe haha]

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Well, Danny knew very well he wasn't the right person for this job, but he wanted to see people! He wanted to talk! But....he couldn't very well....at least not hat anyone would be able to understand. However, the husky pup came bounding over at a voice. He didn't understand half of what he said, but the Russian pup understood 'hello', 'guest', and 'waiting' and that was enough.

When the puppy arrived, Danny was panting slightly and he came to a skidding halt, a smile on his maw despite some nerves sparking within him about how he was going to speak. "hellllo. I am d-daaaanny." the puppy would test out the words on his tongue, which were a little reluctant to come out, thus creating a small stutter as he tried to figure out his English. "You находятся (are) waiting.....for......?" he let his sentence trail on, posing it as a question.

That was understandable, right?

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Danny didn't know much as young as he was, but what he did live was building things and then taking them apart and building them once again! It was very fun.

Danny had found some things in the sand. A bottle, a pen, two beaded bracelets, two sticks, and a small flag. The little puppy sat on the beach, his blue eyes narrowed in concentration. He examined his findings, before he finally got an idea. Gasping with excitement, he immediately grabbed the bottle, the plastic thing crinkling underneath his paws. He took the pen, poked three holes. One in the cap, two on the sides. He took the fla and stick it on top, then took the two sticks and stuck them in the side hole, struggling a little bit since the sticks were slightly bigger than the hole he had originally poked. However, he managed. Around the bottle cap and the neck of the bottle, he put the brackets.

Once he was done, it would look like a mini stick-figure with a bottle body, and he could be found playing with it, a wide smile on his face.

This was why he liked guiding hinge...you didn't need to talk to do it....you just did it.

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The Russian kid was quite busy moving his little creation through the sands before he realized that suga was there. Immediately, the husky pup beamed with excitement and his tail began to wag and he waved his paw in greeting, deciding that was a much easier way than trying to say hello or hi at the moment. It took him a moment to figure out what suga had said. He didn't know the first word...he knew 'is' and he knew 'that'. And it was posed as a question? Yeah? So....Suga was asking about his creation? It was a decent guess. "его (its) a.....t-thing?" the canine gave a small shake of his head, deciding that wasn't the right word. "нет нет (no, no), Is a....F.....Figure?" he tried again. He wasn't sure that was right either. And if it wasn't? Well, he didn't know what he was gonna do.

Danny watched as someone else came up, and he couldn't help be twist his head to the side curiously. He hadn't ever met her. The Russian canine gave her a smile, and waved his paw in greeting. "uh.....Здра (he-).....no....H-hello!" the canine stammered at first, however quickly regained himself as he remembered the English word for hello. That was a good greeting, right?

Next to come up was Sixte, who seemed to be quite confused like the rest of them as to what he had made. But that was ok! He hardly knew himself. It was just something to mess around with...and that was about it. But that's compliment was what made him give a happy, sheepish grin and he shrugged his shoulders to his neck, closing his eyes briefly with a smile before relaxing once more and opening his eyes again. "Спасибо! (Thanks!)" he'd choke, before remembering once again, they wouldn't understand. He raised a small paw, and gently face-pawed and gave out a small sigh, frustrated with himself. Why was English so hard?

However he quickly gave up on trying to figure out what 'thanks' was supposed to sound like whenever partyanimal came over. A nervous look came over him. Cool. What was cool? Was it like холодно (cold)? Or was it something else. And looks....that's seeing, right? So it looks cold? That didn't make sense....oh god. "try it again? ..... no....it'll take too long! Just say something English!" oh gosh. "It is.....Warm?" ohhhh no. That wasn't right. And he didn't even know if they said his creation was cold! He moved his toes around the toy nervously, glancing away and gently biting into his bottom lip in thought. Cool. Cold? Warm? What?

The Russian kid was about to panick but he wasn't given the chance thanks to the leaders next question. If he would have been given time he probabaly would have looked like a big bawling baby. So, he was grateful there wasn't time. Anyways. 'Name', talked before' something like that? That sounded like a correct sentence, right? Ok. She was along for his name. "you can do this, Danny! You've done it a lot so far!"
"я (I) am-uh.....Daw-Danny.....Danny." he'd said, embarrassment taking over once again as he forgot how to say his name with an American accent once again. How embarrassing! It was more embrassibg than liking a girl!

Quickly, he flashed her an apologetic look, and he looked to the ground. "I не (do not) speak....English....uh....well?" that was correct, wasn't it?

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Holaaaaa
And guys
Someone will have to hold poor dan in the haunted house event lmao

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Ok, the child was probabaly making a really bad decision but.....everyone else was over there...so why couldn't he go?

As he entered, he already felt himself becoming scared of everything around him. He tip-toed as quickly as possibly, pausing each step as he glanced around, watching for anything. As he crept down with the others, he looked at the doorways...both seemingly as creepy as each other. Smoke or spiders? He was gonna have to go with smoke.

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Heyyy lucid!! C:
And I can draw but I haven't been able to draw anything decent in a while and iTS SO FRUSTRATING!

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Hes basically open to everything but capture and torture, but to make it easier I'll give his personality so we can think up a plot!!

So basically he's this happy ball of fluff until it comes to talking because (for those don't know) he can't speak English very well, and feels embarrassed and/or nervous whenever it comes to talking. And while it is difficult for him to communicate, and often results in him being an embarrassed wreck, he loves to socialize. He is very good with his paws, and is great at building things as well as creating things. So he loves to make lots little trinkets and such.

So basically
He's a small babe that is embarrassed he can't speak well, but loves to socialize anyways. He loves to create things, and loves to build things.
And yeah!

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Could you do Danny??

He's a black and white husky puppy with blue eyes (reference is in avatar) and he usually wears a blue scarf, however if not wearing that, he's wearing a harness. He's kind of shy, but also happy, but since he can't speak English very well most of the time hes a nervous and embrassed mess, so if he could be blushing and/or looking worried that'd be great! C:

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Maybe mentally abuse Dan??

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Danny often got frustrated with his existence, the way he was, and basically everything about himself. He couldn't understand or speak English that well, and he was often misunderstood. But he hated that he couldn't talk like everyone else. And when he tried to talk to was hard for anyone to understand what he was saying. So, like Valére, he didn't have a sense of belonging quite yet either.

The husky puppy had been messing around in the sand once more, playing around the shoreline when he came upon someone paying upon the sand. His ears perked and he wagged his tail, the puppy almost taking a bee-like towards the other however he quickly stopped himself. They appeared to be....sleeping? Resting? Would disturbing them be a bad idea. He flattened his ears and narrowed his eyes in thought. And if he was to disturb them....what would he say? Hi? Uhg. This was difficult.

With much less excitement than before, and more a nervous demeneor, he finally decided to approach the other, a rather nervous look on him as he tip-toed his way to the front of the other male. Sitting down, he opened his mouth to speak, before shutting it. What was he going to say again? Too late to remeber now. "uh.....хорошего дня? (good day?)" crap! No! That wasn't English....ummm. "S-Sorry!" he was quick to apologize for his mess up, and he rubbed the back of his neck in shame. "Hi." he finally decided to go ahead and just say hi. He had nothing else to say, honestly.

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Oooo yes Danny would like that!
Do you have any specific plots for a thread you'd like?

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Of course!
I was planning on making an open thread soon anyways so I'll be sure to link there when I'm done! C:

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Danny wanted to do something, so he had gone and done something. Walking through the forest was cool and all...but what he found was even better! The canine had found the mossy abyss. While it wasn't safe for him to be there....it was so very pretty! It was so big and green and lush and....pretty! He couldn't find any other words to describe it other than that. Giant? Well, there was another one that could fit. Anyways. This place was huge.

However, he made it his goal to run around the entire thing. With determination, the husky pup took off. He had made it about three fourths of the way, tongue lolling out and his eyes brightened with happiness. However, after he had hit that mark, he snagged his toe on an upcoming stick, which unbalanced him and startled him, causing him to yelp with fear and go tumbling forwards. At first, his biggest fear was he'd go tumbling over the edge and to his death, however, thankfully that's not what happened. Instead, he landed himself....well, his head, into a small hole in the ground. Yes. He face planted into a hole and got his head stuck. The sudden stop made him yelp in pain as the rest of his body was thrown forwards. After eventually righting himself, the realization that he was stuck came slowly as he jerked his head back once, twice, three times....and nothing. While falling was already embrassing...getting yourself stuck where someone had to help you after you fell was even worse.

With anxiety rising up, the pup started putting his entire body weight into trying to yank his head out. He pulled and pulled until eventually he gave up, his breath labored and whines coming from him almost as fast as his rapids breaths came. He plopped his butt down, the Russian pup feeling his threat tighten with the threat of crying. And eventually, it came. He sat there, whimpering and crying with his head stick in a hole.

Within the anxiety of it all, there was anger. Anger at himself. Slowly, he pushed his head against the dark wall of his engagement, his lips twisting up into disgust at himself as he cried. "почему я так глупо ?! (why am I so stupid?!)" he'd shout at himself in the hole. He gave a growl mixed with a while, tugg d only once more before he laid the rest of his body down, placing his paws on the back of his neck as if he was going to hide whatever part of his head that was visible.

It was only moments after that that he had started to feel anger for other things starts to come. He was far too small....a runt. He couldn't speak English very well. He always stuttered when he did get his words right....he was a mess. "почему, почему, почему, почему! (why why why why!)" he'd growl.

He sat where he was, not like he was given any other option.

"Talking" — Anything put in parentheses is what the Russian word says! Danny does not speak anything in parentheses! — Narrative[/justify][size=3pt]spacehere[/fancypost]

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The young canine had a home. Had being the key word. In his last home he had kind of...sort of....caught some things on fire by accidentally knocking over a torch and completely ruined a party. So, he really didn't want to face the consequences of being the clumsy dog he was. So, he ran away. In a ball of tears, of course. He never meant any harm but he destroyed a party that had lots of great food he could have eaten. But the main reason he was crying in the first place was because he was scared. Well, he was scared of a lot but this time he was scared...like really scared. The crying canine high-tailed it into shadowclan. He knew where he was, and that was about it.

He then slowed down, before finally plopping his butt down, the emotional canine sniffling. He raised his paws and pulled his paws over in shame. He curled himself into a smaller ball, and attempted to disappear, the husky pup trying to control his breathing from his run.

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While he did technically enjoy being around others, in this condition, he really didn't want to be bothered by people he didn't know. But he had just technically waltzed onto shadowclan territory to curl in a ball and try to stop crying so....obviously someone was going to show up. Wait a minute. He was here to...join, right. Yeah, so why in the world would he...? uhg. He needed to get himself together.

Seeing a small glow, he lifted a paw above his bloodshot eyes and gave a small sniffle. She seemed...nice enough. He flushed with embarrassment, and quickly jumped to his paws, placing a fake smile and taking a shaky breath. "hi-uh......hi! Me? oh, yeah I'm-uh......" he paused, glancing to the ground, 'a freaking chicken that can't take responsibility for his actions?' he cringed inwardly at the truth, before piping up and continuing "I'm fine....just got into a little......trouble." there....that was...good enough right? He felt his bottom lip quaver slightly and he let his eyes drag to the ground a moment. 'c'mon dan-man. people skills! this is what you're good at!' he hesitated a bit more.

He raised a paw and tapped a claw to his chin, before suddenly extending it for a handshake a wide, friendly grin on his maw. "Let's forget that happened. Hi. I'm Danny!" he introduce. Ok. Yes. Forget. He would forget what just happened. He was quite good at that. "Who-slash-how are you?" the canine would question.

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