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Really, Darkpaw could understand why standing at every border of every clan could be tedious, especially when you had a home to get back to. He liked long walks, sure, but that's a lot of long walks, and he'd rather sleep sometime soon. Seeing letters on the border doesn't bother him in the slightest, at least until that's the only way that a clan ever communicates. How are you supposed to have decent relationships with clans that don't even have the time to speak to you later on? Hopefully this place would be better than that. Cool grey eyes flit over the note easily, finding the cheery attitude vaguely disturbing, but there was hardly a day that he wasn't disturbed to some extent. "Hey guys, what's our opinion on Sunfall Village? They mean something to us?"
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Oh, right. Ha. Boss is blind. Darkpaw almost snickers at that, though it's not her blindness in itself that he finds amusing. No, it just makes things like this a little more interesting. The canine turns to look at her and offer a confirming hum, as he had never heard of them either, and it was always nice to see someone face to face. "I can go talk to them if you want, or at least tell them to come talk to you?" Hey, Dark actually liked running errands most of the time. He liked moving. "As for the note... It's basically saying they're the new leader. Old leader apparently didn't do too well with alliances or something, so they're reaching out for friends. Old or new." He huffs. There's nothing wrong with that, but saying it out loud is certainly strange. "If we're interested in an alliance, or simply buying or bartering, they would like us to 'stop by', in their words. Their name is Ophelia, and they would like to be our friend." The name sounded feminine, but he does his best not to make assumptions about things like that. "Whaddya think, boss?"
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He got it, really. He knew why Jester would be leaving, but — well, he kinda liked the guy. In a weird "can I actually trust you" way, sure, but he liked him nonetheless. One of the few people that spoke his mind and stood his ground. The canine's features twist to a bit of a frown. "Sorry to see you go, Jess. You headed back to the Cartel?" Even though the feline is already walking away, he feels like it's important to ask that, at least for... Future contact, or something like that. Maybe he'd see him there, eventually. There was no judgement in the way he spoke, no irritation or — or whatever, it didn't bother him that he could be heading back there. "Nice to have you here while you were."
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Darkpaw wasn't sure that he would consider himself an important person, at least not as much as Fayina was. While he held a high position, it was barely that, and espionage, of all things. It's not like he could really go public with that. The larger canine glances down at Rudy with an amused huff, smirking halfheartedly. "You meet someone, and you greet them. It ain't hard, shorty." It's not unkind, but the Vanguard turns back towards Acornkit with a smile. "Darkpaw. Vanguard. What about you? Don't think I've seen you around before."
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track with sub + thank you
i'll have wifi throughout the weekend now, i think.
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Was this a fucking joke? Darkpaw had been walking back to camp when he heard the RiverClanner's shout, and his spine straightens with something quite similar to hatred. Maybe it was just a bad habit of his, standing up for the small guys — quite literally in this case. When he turns and races back towards Edward's voice, it's with bared teeth and pinned ears. He doesn't see how there could possibly any advantage for them here; this is their territory, their home, and RiverClan's a speck of a place anyway. Fucking useless. He'd been there once, as a child. Just to visit — they'd been stronger, then. This didn't seem like much. "So I guess I shoulda let Sango beat the shit outta you, huh?" Maybe Edward wouldn't remember it, but the dog sure as hell did. His little adventure to the mountains.Whatever. They're past the use for words now. Darkpaw finds no shame in using his size to his advantage, and when he races towards Edward, it's with the intent to pin him down with his forepaws against the feline's shoulders, or at least put him on the defensive right away.
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long story short, this is a continuation of my previous activity notice(s). i don't really have the time to maintain a hp right now, and my motivation is down the drain with a lot of rl issues. so i'm sorry, but it's best that i just step down now instead of waiting for him to get demoted or something. i'll try to be around a bit, but i'm not sure how successful that would be.thank you everyone, i had a lot of fun here and it was a really great place. whenever i have more muse and time for him, i'll definitely be back.
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these aren't finished. he should be aged at least one month.
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OKAY HI I don't know how many people remember me, but Dark and I vanished in late October due to some irl things that needed to be dealt with. And now that I have more time, I'd like to bring him back. Could anyone catch me up on what's been happening as of late?? I read something about a territory plot a bit ago, is that still going on? Anyway, hello everyone, I'm Rev. It's nice to be back.
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This is not his sort of place. He enjoys something a little less miserable, though he supposes that it matches his personality right now. He'd seen the fireflies last night when he'd checked out the borders — that had been nice, he supposes. The rest of the swamp doesn't seem quite as pretty on its own, dark and foreboding, and kinda empty. At least it's not hot, right? Arkham had gotten tired of the jungle pretty quickly, when he'd been in ShadowClan. The place had been okay, he supposes. Enough so that he'd stayed long enough to get a position, climb up the ranks bit by bit. Still, he'd left in the end. Perhaps he would end up leaving this place too — actually, that wouldn't be a hell of a surprise. Still, he doesn't come into this expecting that. He's here to wait, he supposes. For Red, and Bellona. They promised that they'd meet up sometime here, after all. He misses them. He doesn't know if they're alright. But the canine just sits at the edge of the territory and watches with pale, flat eyes. "Anyone around?" He's not anxious anymore. It could be that it was due to his earlier presence here, though everything had changed. RiverClan's territory, his name, his appearance, his personality. All he remembers is another kid named Ivy-something, but Arkhampaw isn't the same that he'd been as Darkpup, and it's not like they'd been friends, anyway. He'd just complimented her name. "I'm hoping for efficient, here."
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/ late edit bc i forGOT TO SAY THIS BUT !! romans !! hello! and no worries skyWell they were... Something. Not at all unsure about rushing up to meet him, though he wouldn't call them all friendly. Dog, seal, dog, cat, dog — at least there are some more dogs here. He'd only had a few others in ShadowClan. It was downright pack here, though his pack would always be Red and Bell, he supposes. He smirks down at the puppy, too excited for his taste, eyes bored. But before he can answer that particular question, more voices wash over him. Why was he here? Is he joining? The typical comments, but at least one of the canines stands out. Arkham turns his attention to Kali first, smirk widening to a wolfish grin. Bitter and unkind; dangerous, but he does like her, he decides. "It may vary, but my expectations sure's'hell don't." She's tense, but it's not entirely because of him, right? Maybe she's as paranoid as he was. That would be nice, he supposes. Meeting someone like him. But he doesn't expect it; he doesn't look for it. In fact, Arkham doesn't look for much of anything. When he turns his attention to Draco, it's with a raised brow, his own smirk falling to obvious disdain.
"If you've got somewhere to be, cheerleader, feel free to go. You're the one talkin' to me, an' I sure don't want to hear it." He gives a look towards the other clanmates — you guys deal with this a lot? But he's tired of this interaction already, so he might as well just get the details out of the way, right? With a sharp nod towards the few that had remained silent (though if he'd known what Yukina was thinking, perhaps he would have responded otherwise), the canine starts back at the beginning. Hellhound and seal. "Yeah, I'm joining. Arkhampaw, but just call me Arkham. It's faster. Gotta questionnaire for me to fill out, or'm I good to go?"
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