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chaoticpaw has been renamed serpentpaw

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An abandoned amusement park. Lovely.

The black tom would snort as he came across the scene, flicking an ear back. This place was rather creepy and it looked trashy. Why would they make their home here, out of all places? These Elitists had no class, he would think to himself.

The wizard-in-training would stand on the borderline, glancing his green eyes around for any sign of anybody. Perhaps he had just missed a patrol. Great, would he have to wait now? For StarClan knows how long? He huffed and plopped onto his bottom, tapping his paw impatiently. Typical of these clanners.
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// pretty museless atm...should improve throughout roleplaying him ^^'

Serpentpaw twitched a whisker, giving a sharp glance to the female. She was cheerful, and the very tone hurt his ears like nails on a chalkboard. He didn't understand how anyone could just be happy all the damn time. Wasn't there things to be concerned about? Family? Relationships? War? Death? He wondered if everyone in this clan was just like this one.

Well, he didn't get her name and that didn't bother him, honestly. As long as, at the end of the day, he got somewhere to rest his head. He was not gonna spend his days in the wilderness where he could get mauled by savage animals.

Straightening his posture and fluffing out his black fur, Serpentpaw would huff, "Serpentpaw. Serpentpaw Muzikant." He carried the name with pride. His father was the very head of the family, and he was hoping to earn the position of heir. Who else could possibly do it? His incapable siblings? One day, he would be a powerful wizard. Was that not criteria enough for being the heir? "Joining." Maybe temporarily, maybe permanently. There was a slim chance of the latter, as he tended not to stay in one place for too long If this place exceeded his expectations, which would be very surprising, he would stay. This clan seemed a bit iffy at the moment, however.
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Again, another member that was just as polite as the last one had been. Serpentpaw gave a look of distaste to Luca, glancing up and down over their figure. He wasn't "checking him out" in that way, but just analyzing him. He was nothing to fear; just a fox. He could set him aflame with one swish of his wand. "Serpentpaw." The tom blinked as Arachnophobia arrived as well, introducing herself. Nothing impressive, though he did want to get out of here as quickly as possible. "A pleasure." His tone was emphasized, though you could sense sarcasm if you listened hard enough. He was always one to be sarcastic and snide and every disgusting trait you could think of. He was a bratty boy, that was no secret.

With a quick swipe of his pink tongue over his black fur, wanting to keep it neat-looking, he would give them a bat of his eyes before padding past them. His head was held high, not bothering to stop for any further interaction.
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tracking

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Ugh, it was insufferable here.

Blackpaw sat on the side of the sandy hollow, running his rough tongue over his black pelt. When another gust of wind blew through, he growled and patted his recently groomed fur down. He was one to keep everything about him neat and thoroughly cleaned, and when the wind messed up his fur, he grew frustrated. Being the rather spoiled kit he was, everything seemed to come easy to him. He had two prestigious parents in the clan and he had a strong bloodline within the clan. He could've sworn that one of his grandparents was one of the leaders before Otterstar and even Stonestar. That's too bad, I never got to meet them. Blackpaw thought to himself once the thought came to mind.

The black-furred tom fluffed out his fur before running his claws gently through it, as if brushing it. He then sat up straightened and confident as he examined his claws. Hm, they needed sharpening. Everything needed to be perfect, didn't it?

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//super rushed

Of course another apprentice had to come along and either a) ask what he was doing b) tell him to go hunt or something or c) just say hello. It seemed that Speckledpaw had just greeted him, so Blackpaw would blink and mutter, "...Hey." Not that he was antisocial or anything but he didn't really like talking with his clanmates...nor even really like them.

Oh boy, here came the leader. Blackpaw would clear his throat before saying, "Oh, nothing." Otterstar. How pathetic, his leadership was. He was a medicine cat, not a leader. StarClan should've just made up their minds before making him a medicine cat. It was just all so confusing.

He only blinked when the kit jumped out and attempted to scare them. "Scary." Blackpaw snorted with the flick of his tail. "You may want try sounding a bit more intimidating." It was pure sarcasm.
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"Intruding in the nursery, are we?" Blackpaw snorted to Ravenpaw, not noticing that his leader was watching from afar. He lashed his tail, an irritated look in his eyes. This was just crossing the line. He didn't very much care for the other clans. "Not enough cats in your own clan to get with?" Blackpaw's British accent was thick. "You're lucky that Otterstar allowed your clan to stay, cave-dweller, or else I would've shredded your fur off in a second. I suggest that you figure out where your loyalty lies." And I sure hope that it isn't here.
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Blackpaw raised a brow slightly, giving a frown. "Yes, if you haven't figured it out, I'm an apprentice and so are you." You shouldn't even be having kits at this age. What a mousebrain. He didn't care that he wasn't the leader, either. Everyone knew that having a relationship outside of the clan was forbidden.

"Your loyalties lie in DarkClan...hm. And I suppose that's why you knocked up my clanmate?" Blackpaw sneered. Why do I even bother? "Maybe you should high-tail back to your caves and never show your face here again. Just maybe." In his opinion, the kits would be well-off not knowing that they were half-clan, the children of two traitors. What a pity.

He would then huff and leave. He was glad that it wasn't his problem to deal with.
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Blackpaw had watched the "new member" give their oath to stay loyal to the clan. "Are you serious?" He hissed under his breath to Otterstar, folding his ears and bristling his black fur. "He'll eat us as a snack." This one wasn't a normal cat. He was a...he had no idea what he was.
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Blackpaw gave a roll of his eyes to Wasppaw. "No one asked for your opinion." Filthy ShadowClanner. Why in StarClan did Otterstar even let her in? He turned to the kit and snorted, "And no, I did not flinch. Kits aren't scary, not at all." They were just big balls of fluff. It was just as intimidating as his tail.
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"Make sure not to drop any debris in my nest." Blackpaw would snort as he watched the apprentice clear out her nest. Maybe he should do that sometime soon, or get a kit to do it for him.
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"Why does it matter, anyways?" Blackpaw huffed as he cleaned his pelt. He paused for a moment to look up. "She's probably off on her own." It's not like she was a kit that had to be watched all the time. Maybe she was making dirt. What if they stalked her and followed her to the dirtplace? People just needed to mind their own business.

He, too, scented the metallic smell and he shrugged it off. It was probably the blood of fresh-kill.
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A cloud of ferocious winds touched down upon the mountain peaks, as if a tornado was spawning on top. A flurry of raging wings, debris, and lightning whirled and crackled loudly and went on for nearly two minutes before a figure appeared in the middle of it all. It's blue eyes glowed as the power within him surged, and he snarled and flexed his claws into the earth as the winds and lightning appeared to evaporate into his body.

He huffed and snorted, looking around. He had arrived in the mortal world. The demigod gave a crack of his neck before running and jumping off of the edge of the cliff, diving down hundreds of feet. He twisted as he neared the flat ground and skidded his paws onto the gravel, slowing his fall. He landed on his paws with a thud, dust kicking up around him.

Haldor narrowed his blue eyes and glanced around, the smell of animals overwhelming. A group must've lived here; perfect. He stepped forward, large paws stepping across the earthy soil.
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Haldor perked his rounded ears and whipped around to see a serval running towards him in the distance. In fact, there was another serval coming from behind them. "Mortals." The male muttered. Though their size wasn't intimidating, they still posed a thread, especially since the male was calling at him and showing no signs of stopping.

Out of instinct, the lion would bare his teeth, muzzle wrinkling, and he would let out a booming roar in their direction. Haldor conjured his sword and kept it under his paw, just in case he couldn't handle them with tooth and claw. "Do not come any further." He warned them. He hadn't an idea that they were apart of the so-called tribe living here and he simply thought that they were rogues, ready to fight him for being in their territory. They were both servals, after all. They could've been a wild pack of servals for all he knew. "Lest you feel the wrath of my sword." Haldor was raised to be kind to strangers, at least strangers that didn't appear threatening, after all. Otherwise, he was brutal as could be.
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When the other spoke of a tribe, he came to a realization. So this wasn't a ragtag group of rogues. It was one of the clans, or tribes in this case, and he had arrived right in the middle of their territory. He should've recalculated his landing so he was on neutral territory. Well, there was no turning back now.

Haldor looked to Breeze, and from his actions, he appeared as a high rank. Still, the lion showed no sign of submission. How could he let these mortals show dominance over him, a demigod? Besides, none of them had proved themselves worthy of his respect. So, Haldor relaxed, now not looking aggressive. He padded forward, carrying himself with dignity. He looked down upon the leader, icy blue eyes glinting. "My apologies." Was he sorry? Not really. Why should he have to apologize? He was preparing to defend himself. "When a threat presents itself to me, I usually... deal with it." Haldor's voice, accompanied by a Scandinavian accent, was calm. He gave a glance to the two servals, giving a swipe of his tongue across his fangs.

He turned back to Breeze, flicking an ear. "I was intending to find a group like yours. I'd like to join your ranks." He had chosen to leave Valhalla on his own after shifting into a new animal body. He wasn't on very good terms with his father, so he decided a break from that world would serve him well.
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// rushed

Haldor debated on saying his name. It was only proper, as his father always told him, but the other side of him said that they would learn his name in time and he would give it when he wanted to. The lynx said his name, though (why was it so long, he wondered). The lion would grunt, "Haldor Odinson."
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yoooooo cx

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Haldor did not know all of the members of the tribe yet, which was why he was spying intently on Lessa. The lion ducked down into a hunting stance, silently and swiftly creeping forward. Since he was considered royalty in Asgard, he was often served food, but he'd take to going on hunting trips just for the thrill of it. You had to get down low, take careful steps, and then....

Pounce!

The white lion leaped up and landed in front of the fallen pine marten. He raised his claws, wanting to claw his "prey" next, but as he observed her he stopped. She was decorated unnaturally with flowers, she had an unnatural symbol on her chest, and she had unnatural robotic legs. It was obvious that she was not just a normal, clueless piece of prey. He gave a sniff and he could smell the scent of the tribe on her, along with other scents.

Haldor lowered his paw, feeling slightly disappointed that he couldn't catch her. He stood straight, turning away from Lessa. "It's a little dangerous for a little scrap to be out here alone, hm?" He didn't think that he was being mean, he was just naturally vulgar. Where he came from, everyone was a strong warrior and there was no going soft. Everyone was drunk half of the time anyways, and then people were loud and just said what they wanted.
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