[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]aand here's her sub!!
i'll post on the birthing thread as soon as i get the chance!
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]The first thing Bangla felt was hunger.
Her stomach rumbled beneath her, demanding to be filled with something, anything. It was agonizing, and the fluffy pup could only cry helplessly until she felt a soft nudge. With it came warmth and the sweet scent of milk, but it also brought loud wailing and a multitude of paws as her littermates clambered over one another in a haste. She too squirmed about, though it wasn't long before Sans' paw guided her to a teat. Had she been able to, Bangla would have felt quite grateful. But alas, such feelings were alien to the newborn so she simply proceeded to drink her fill in a contented manner.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]lmao i have no idea what i wanna do with bangla
& is anyone else's kid going to skyclan?? i dont want her to be alone but i already roleplay in shadowclan :'^) -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]i haven't, so that would be awesome! :^)
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]The young canine drew in a tense breath as she sat down in the heart of the camp. Her glowing optics flickered nervously about, taking in her surroundings. This place wasn't bad at all, Bangla decided, though she did wish more of her siblings had come with them. At least she had Segoe. She smiled softly at said littermate before raising her head. Time to get this over with. "Meet an– and… meet and greet…!" She cringed inwardly at her stutter, knowing how foolish she must have sounded.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]https://feralfront.com/index.p…2.msg86250778#msg86250778
here you go! sorry i took so long rip
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]As others arrived, the freckled mutt took a deep breath. She could do this. Talking to strangers wasn't that bad, and it definitely wasn't anywhere near as frightful as calling out to get everyone's attention. "Hey there," she greeted the two with a smile, taking comfort in the kitsune's cheery attitude. "My name's, uh, Bangla. My sister and I just joined. You… you wouldn't, um, you wouldn't happen to know anyone named Dragonfly, would you?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]She looked up suddenly at Fadingdaylight, tilting her head. Her glowing eyes held a slightly nervous expression, but after a moment she spoke semi-confidently. "He's our father," Bangla informed her with a firm nod. "Our other father, Sans, dropped us off a little while ago and we were… we were hoping to, um, meet Dragonfly."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]"May I please have one?" murmured the pup as she padded over.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]The stocky pup nodded as she padded over, though she didn't say anything. The mention of Dragonfly certainly caught her attention, however, and with pricked ears Bangla sat down to listen to whatever else their leader had to say.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;] The young pup's heavy-lidded eyes glowed softly as she plodded through the grass, illuminating the path before her in place of the sun; it had set a while ago, though she couldn't remember exactly when it had been swallowed by the horizon. She moved sluggishly, and it was quite clear that she was exhausted. To be completely honest, the fact that she hadn't yet fallen surprised even herself.
Her dark jaws parted as a yawn broke free, but Bangla was determined to push on. She didn't know where she was going, but all she wanted was somewhere she could feel safe and welcome – Skyclan had been a bust, for without Dragonfly and Segoe she had no one to call her family or even a friend. Nobody had really liked the idea of her being a child of the enemy.
All at once a strong odor assaulted her senses, and she quickly recognized it as a border, for it carried the scent of many creatures. She couldn't place it, however, and while its prominence filled her with relief it also brought a bit of fear. Scratch that, a lot. What if this clan was enemies with her former home and mistook her to be a foe? What if she were captured, tortured? Bangla bit her lip as she furrowed her brow, sucking in a sharp breath.
As much as she wanted to back away, she knew that if she did it could quite easily be a missed opportunity. And besides, she was just so tired. Appearing to be on the verge of tears, the freckled canine took a seat and waited tensely to discover what lied ahead.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]Despite the genial tone of the approaching feline, her sudden appearance instantly set Bangla on edge. As soon as she heard the voice she jumped to her paws, feeling the mocha-colored fur along her spine rise defensively. The dull green glow of her tired eyes intensified as well, and though she supposed trying to appear intimidating would have been wiser, she found herself cowering instead.
It took a few moments for her to fully process Daisypaw's words, to recognize the note of concern and realize that this lady genuinely seemed worried about her. Though she stood a bit taller upon coming to said realization, the young female couldn't help but feel afraid still.
"I'm Ban… Bangla," she murmured shakily, squinting up at Daisypaw despite the light her own luminous optics provided. Her stocky form stiffened when another stranger arrived, causing her to pause as she tried to organize her scattered thoughts. "Ti… I'm just, uh, tire – tired." And lost, and scared, and lonely. But she was hesitant to voice her grievances, though by the look on her youthful face it was clear that fatigue wasn't her only worry. "I… I don't have, uh, have…" Bangla trailed off, looking a bit frustrated by her own stuttering. "No home." she finished simply.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]Daisypaw's gentle air certainly helped to comfort the anxious child, and she began to relax further as she listened to her speak, giving in to her enervation. Her shoulders slumped, her ears drooped, but Bangla perked up visibly at the apprentice's offer. "Yes, please," she replied, nodding eagerly yet… almost sluggishly. The mention of food only made her realize how hungry she was after walking so far, and even if she wasn't dying of thirst there was no way she was going to pass up a drink.
She looked upward, startled, when Poe arrived, but she couldn't bring herself to react any more than that. Bangla simply nodded again, exhaling a breath of relief. "I'm not… not hurt." Thankfully; had she been injured, Bangla wasn't sure she would have managed to come this far.
Another yawn forced itself from her maw, and with a huff she sat down to rub an eye with her forepaw. Upon hearing Poe's inquiry, the stocky pup tilted her head, staring into his eyes uncomprehendingly. "I… what? No, I… I don't think so." Frankly, she wasn't sure who these Blackheart Rogues were, nor did she know the meaning of "affiliation". Hopefully she'd answered correctly. "What's that?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]At this point she didn't even start when Oliver showed up, partially because she was too tired to care, but also due to the kindness in his voice and everyone else's. Nobody here seemed mean or even the slightest bit suspicious of her, and the realization sent a wave of relief through the antlered puppy. "Nice to, uh, meet you," she murmured, offering Oliver a weak smile. She nodded at his offer, once again feeling grateful. "That would… that would be nice."
Then she glanced back at Poe and pricked her ears upon noticing the visual solace at her denial. Before she could ask why he seemed so reassured, he mentioned… a war?! Bangla's emerald visionaries widened fretfully. "Is it… safe here?"
Quietly she awaited a response before trudging after Daisypaw with a nod.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]Well, that was certainly a relief. Bangla nodded slowly, allowing herself a tiny smile as she replayed his words in her mind. She had nothing to worry about. Everyone was kind. She would be safe here. "That's good to hear," hummed the freckled canine, and surprisingly she didn't stammer. Granted, her voice was still soft and a bit shaky, but it was definitely something. A look of satisfaction crept onto her face at the thought. "You're, you're all really… really nice." And there it was again. But this time it didn't bother her as much. "I don't th–think… think people liked me in Sky… Skyclan."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:350px; text-align:justify;]A frown crept onto her dark maw as she pondered Oliver's disbelieving question. For a moment she was silent, brows scrunched up in thought, and then she shrugged. "I don't… I d–don't know…" Bangla responded eventually, looking rather distressed. "When… when I told people my… my daddy's name… they st–st–stared acting fun… funny…" Her speech became worse and worse as the puppy began to cry.