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heyo! I'll have this kids joining thread up as soon as possible c:

Duudee, I wish Crowley was here that'd be bloody awesome

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tragicpaw had been alone for so long - too long. ever since she could hunt for herself she'd been left to fend for herself, she only had a vague idea of who her father was and, hell, she couldn't even remember her mother. after having been alone for so long tragicpaw had decided that she needed to be around people - she needed to be around people who'd be there for her if she needed it. people she could rely on and call her family. a clan. that's what she needed. a loner had told her about them - hey they were like a tight-knit family that always had each other's backs. she'd never had that before, never had someone take care of her as they would family. it'd always been her against the world, she'd had her own back from a young age - maybe now this was what she needed to finally relax and be happy. maybe this is what she'd been wanting her entire life, a clan.

hues of all varieties littered the calico's pelt, from black to white and from brown to orange - the variety was never ending, she looked much like an artist's canvas. delicate and beautiful with a variety of colours brushed across it. her gaze contrasted greatly against the rest of her body. with a light, lilac right eye and a left, emerald green eye - it made her stand out. it was the little factor that made tragicpaw's body her body, it made her unique and memorable. she liked it, in fact, she loved her oddly coloured gaze. but, with each beautiful feature, there was always something not so nice. Just upon the girl's shoulder an ugly mark had been burnt into her skin - bad memories followed along with that thing, memories tragicpaw would rather block out.

when the domestic feline finally came to a stop at Darkclan's border, she was exhausted. her pads were worn down and her posture was loose and sloppy. she was tired, and rightfully so - she'd been walking for at least fifty-two hours now, it was a surprise that she hadn't passed out yet. allowing her gaze to sweep across the place she would now, hopefully, call home, tragicpaw took a tired seat, allowing her body to hunch over. for a long while it appeared as if she were asleep on her feet, the normally enthusiastic gal was now reduced to a figure only interested in finding the nearest bed.

a slight twitch of something beside her had the girl alert again, tragicpaw's ears shooting up and her eyes widening briefly before she let out a tired exhale of air. she was beginning to believe she would never leave this place simply because of the long walk - she didn't have the energy to do that again, at least not anytime in the near future. finally managing to, kind of, pull herself together, tragicpaw cleared her throat and bit back another yawn.

"Tragicpaw arc..." She trailed off into tired mumbles for a moment before shaking herself out of it, "Tragicpaw Arcangelo, you guys got anywhere I can cra- I mean, here to join."

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i might watch it
it looks interesting tbh

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[ oh,, I probably should've said I didn't expect anyone to have to match it <3 ]

Tragicpaw's gaze curiously roamed the black domestic feline whom had appeared before her. To her observations the girl was quite close to her own age, maybe two or three months apart from eachother - potential friend, perhaps? Her blunt introduction was surprising but it wasn't enough to draw Tragicpaw away. She was certain that perhaps this girl was just as tired as herself and had probably welcomed way too many joiners into this clan for her to be enthusiastic each time it occurred. "Liutenant? That sounds interesting," Tragic complimented before glancing down at the gum offered to her. "Yeah, thanks!" Her voice lightened up a bit, brief enthusiasm flashing through her gaze as she took the offered gum and dropped it into her mouth.

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Tragicpaw had always been ridiculously proud, if she were in Zed's situation, she would've done the same thing. She'd been on her own for so long simply for that reason, because she didn't wish to appear as if she needed others to lean on. Such a prideful life was lonely though, with no friends to call her own and a family who could care less she was left with no choice but to get herself out there. If she ever died she didn't want to be forgotten, she didn't want to be someone who simply blew away along with the times. Someone who constantly blended in with the crowd and never made an effort to stand out. That had never been the sort of person Tragicpaw intended to be and when she'd figured out that, that was exactly who she was becoming, she'd made the decision to join Darkclan. Maybe now she'd be able to meet some nice people - people who cared.

Padding toward the border the calico's heterochromatic gaze lingered on the pair of Darkclanners that she was unable to recognize. It seemed she would have wait for them to introduce themselves to the figure on the border in order for her to learn of their names - they did seem to be friendly towards each other though. Allowing her paws to carry her forwards across the ground, Tragicpaw stopped beside Scott and glanced curiously toward the wolf on the border. To her his posture screamed snobby but she knew better than to act on her first assumptions. "Hey!" She greeted with a wide, friendly smile.

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More curious figures who happened to be members of this clan as well, most of which she hadn't seen up until now. The jumpy guy caught her attention, no matter how you looked at it he must've had some form of social anxiety - why else would he be so... frightened? For a moment she only watched curiously as the interaction played out, Righthook awkwardly remaining silent before another figure, one whom seemed to tease Righthook approached and took over the situation. At least now she wouldn't have to be the first one to open her mouth either, that would've been a little awkward even for her. Approaching along Koda, Tragicpaw offered a smile and a nod of her cranium.

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With soft paw steps, Tragicpaw padded up beside Yuuma with curiosity flickering past her heterochromatic gaze - so this was the new leader, eh? He seemed decent, strong, respectful, that seemed like someone she could find herself serving under. Good, this was good then. Seeing as she hadn't formerly met these people either, she offered them all a warm smile and a wave of her colour splashed paw. "Tragicpaw Arcangelo - it's nice to meet you Cherrypaw," she greeted before lowering herself into a seated position once more.

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ghostcity is like the best name what the heck

also, anyone up for a thread with Tragic? Needa get her some friends

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Reincarnation was a blissfully foreign concept to Tragicpaw. She'd seen death upon death but never, not that she knew of anyway, had any of them come back to life. As you've probably guessed she's never experienced something like that either, something like death. Tragicpaw had been very much alive for, well, all of her life. She'd always been alive, always been breathing, always had been... here. The stranger that just so happened to occupy the border wasn't like Tragicpaw in that regard. She'd experienced death and lived to tell the tale - what an odd concept.

There was noise. It wasn't as if hearing someone by the border was something new but Tragicpaw still managed to find the joiners intriguing. Much like her father she had an almost superhuman memory - she remembered everything and that, for some unlikely reason, made her want to find out more. She wanted to know what sort of different animals their were out there, how they acted, how they spoke, she wanted to know everything. Walking forwards, Tragicpaw kneaded her feet in the dirt for a moment before the calico allowed a smile to etch its way onto her maw. "Welcome to Darkclan Tenya, you have a really cool name, I'm Tragicpaw Arcangelo, nice to meet ya!"

this is a horrible post oml

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