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She'll be great.
Heck yeah I actually did it. I just hope my muse stays up for her.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]She did not know how to speak like the others did for the only people she had ever been with was with other cattle and occasionally humans. Branded for slaughter, she was sent to the slaughter house, but managed to get out. She could only speak cow, but she could, sometimes, pronounce a few common words, yet she was none too bright. That would all change with time and learning, but for now, she was just a cow. Trotting to the border, the Hereford looked about, tail swishing to and fro. "Moo!" exclaimed the heifer with a stamp of her front left hoof.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He was still rather foreign to the laws and tradition of the clans, the mane-less lion had watched some of the other new members and how they hosted a 'meet and greet'. The idea seemed rather bland that died quickly, so he acquired another idea. Gravitypaw was not sure how well he was on a social scale, but he assumed it was time to find out. Heading back from the border, he had nearly gotten lost and began to regret his choice of turning down being led to camp.

It took him two hours to figure it out, following scents and trails, he managed to find his way through. "Meet and greet, I guess." Gravitypaw rumbled, tufted tail flicking to and fro. "I'm Gravitypaw. This can be a question and answer thing too, so, fire away with the questions."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][Batcow for days]

Well this was rather frustrating. Remember the not-to-bright part? Batcow had the intelligence of a two year-old human; Everything fascinated her and she wanted to put her mouth on nearly everything. Tossing her horned head to and fro, she watched them both through her dark brown eyes, mooing contentedly. Giving a swish of her tail, she passed over the border without a second thought before a long, pink tongue escaped her parted mouth. Closing in on Wolfsbane, Batcow aimed to lick the tiger across the face, ultimately leaving him covered in her saliva. "Name! Name!" the cow suddenly chanted, rearing up and down.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]hello

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]ISN'T SHE GREAT?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]She watched as more appeared, excitement welling up within the child. This was so exciting! She could not understand what they were saying, of course, so she would just repeat things that seemed great. "Bat! Bat! Cow is bat!" pawing at the ground, she eyed Cottonfawn, tongue seeping back out of her mouth for another round. Rushing forward, she sniffed the domestic cat. but her eyes darted back to Wolfsbane as he spoke once more. "*ing Christ! *ing Christ! *ing Christ!" Batcow echoed, bobbing her head up and down. Turning to Faustus, tongue still hanging out of her mouth, the bi-colored bovine moved toward the larger tiger, aiming to lick the paradigm across his face as she had done with Wolfsbane. "Cow *ing Christ! *ing Christ cow! Cow is bat, *ing Christ!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]lmao that works
she needs to be taught how to speak
and pretty how much to do everything
except lick people

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]What was this thing? Batcow had never seen such an odd creature, thus fueled her desire to lick it even more. Having been out grazing, the Hereford calf spotted the canine at the border, curiosity suddenly overcoming her. Finishing up the grass she had been chewing on, the bi-colored creature bounded forward, tail swishing to and fro. "*ing Christ cow is bat!" the words did not make sense, yes, but that was all her vocabulary was limited to. Tongue slowly creeping out of her mouth in a weird and creepy way, the child suddenly shot forward, aiming to lick the wild dog across the face, saliva and all.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]YOU SHOULD SEE HERE IN SCARCLAN
her vocabulary is limited to cow, bat, christ, and *ing

and she licks everyone

This is exactly how Batcow looks before licking someone:

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][ Lmao this is great. ]

Eyeing Wolfsbane as he spoke, the calf tilted her head to the side, bell chiming once more as she did so. Giving a flick of her ear, she bobbed her head up and down as they deciphered her name. As for the verbal disciplining part, she had no idea what they were saying. "Bad *ing Christ!" shifting her visionaries to the others, mainly Cottonfawn. Staring at him with a rather vacant gaze, the only response she gave was a sneeze. Stamping her hooves as the large cat approached and grabbed a hold of her neck, the calf made no attempt to flee or even fight back. Knowing when danger was about was an innate behavior, but sensing none here, she saw reason for that.

Mooing in response to Breakdance, Batcow then looked to Kaden, and at his inquiry, she stuck her tongue out even more. She could not be made to exactly go anywhere, but the odds of her following them were quite high. She was like a baby duck, imprinting itself on nearly everything it saw.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Joining ShadowClan," rumbled the ebony lion as he strode forward, orange visionaries gazing at the ignorant stranger. Even with himself never having been born in nor around clans, he was able to collect information about his surroundings before going into them head on. That type of tactic had saved his hid more times than he cared to count. "ShadowClan is a group, or an organization, made up of its members and a hierarchy ranking. Intruders are not permitted unless given a good reason. As for this, you're an intruder. If you have no intentions of joining, needing help, or are here on business, I would think about turning back." blunt and aloof, that was how he came off. It may not be the most favorable approach, but it got the job done.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Gravitypaw." meowed the maneless lion in the act of approaching the scene. He had felt that he was off to a good start with this clan, but he still had his defenses up, a natural behavior that he had embedded into himself. Overtime, however, he would become more kind and open, but for now, he was who he was. "It's a pleasure." this was his second meet and greet, his first being his own. While he found them to be excruciatingly boring, they were slightly beneficially, emphasis on the slightly part.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Orion was a constellation. It was most commonly found on the celestial equator and the most recognizable constellations out there. He had read that somewhere, but he could not quite recall where. Giving a flick of his tufted tail, the lion gave a curt nod of his head. "Very well," he said, "Welcome to ShadowClan. The name's Gravitypaw, nice to meet you."

did somebody say....
BATCOW

when she learns to talk she'll come up with a little jingle to sing before kicking names and taking ass

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Watching as the wild dog ducked under her, the Hereford gave a disappointing shake of her horned head. What a shame that she had missed. Giving a snort, she turned on her back legs and bounded back over to the others and stood beside Breakdance, tail swishing to and fro. Perking her ears forward, she listened to everyone saying these odd words, words she had yet to figure out. Processing this through her immature mind, she tried to sound out the words in her mind before parting her mouth to test this out. Of course she decided to try this rather quickly, thus making it come out not too pleasant, but it was an attempt. "Please ScarClan!" she exclaimed, pawing at the ground. "Cow bat!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]She was not like the others in any shape or form. Meat was not apart of her diet as for most animals, her kind was their source of meat. So far, no one had tried to eat her, which was a good thing. Batcow was like a stray dog, you feed it and it sticks around, no longer being a stray, but now a pet. She was the stray dog who found protection, food, and shelter, therefore, she stuck around. The bi-colored heifer had wandered away from the camp, nose to the ground as she traveled slowly through the ticket. Soon emerging from it, she discovered a rather open and grassy meadow and proceeded a few feet out into it. Lifting her head, the cow looked about before dropping her head back down and beginning to graze.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]batcow is hell bent to accomplish licking him
therefore, they should have a thread.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Gravitypaw first comes off as a blunt and complete asswipe who does not care about anyone but himself. Once someone gets to know him, he is actually pretty sweet and shy and uses his aloof personality to shield himself from getting stepped on or hurt. He is a g1 character and is very, very loosely based off Marvel's Winter Soldier. Gravitypaw is open to everything except litters, capture, and death.