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    I guess this is my introduction.


    And now, after a few years, I've decided to change this.


    I honestly don't want to write all of this right now. So many tomorrow.


    For now, I'll just say that I'm in many fandoms.



    Thanks for viewing this,
    Captain Locket

    A short haired tom with pale ginger fur walked to the clearing. His gaze rested on a few cats as he studied them, trying to remember their faces. His dark green eyes strayed from the cats and looked at the moon. It was large that night, and it made the forest light up. As Hollowfang sat down, his tail twitched with eagerness to talk to a cat. The tom felt a bit lonely sitting there by himself, so he kept his ears perked for any approaching paw steps.

    (Is it alright if my cat hops in?^^))


    Now where did he go? A pale ginger tom was rushing around Shadowclan camp, searching for a certain apprentice. "Emberpaw!" He called into the apprentice den. All he heard back was a sleepy meow of 'he's not here!'.
    Sighing, Hollowfang turned to the entrance of the camp. Perhaps he chose to go hunt for his clan? The tom walked out of the Shadowclan camp and scented the air. Emberpaw's scent came to him. Hollowfang dashed after the apprentice's scent, then found him, staring at the river.
    "Emberpaw," he began, "what are you doing?" Hollowfang kept his fur down flat, though he couldn't hide the worry mixed with anger in his voice.

    (Dang it.. didn't have a chance to post. :-\ ))


    Hollowfang watched Emberpaw as he went back towards the camp. Flattening his ears towards his head to think, the tom began walking through the forest. Guess I'll hunt for awhile before I go back to camp. Hollowfang tasted the air and something hit his tongue. Squirrel. Dropping into hunting position, the pale ginger tom crept forward, spotting the squirrel enjoying an acorn. He held his breath as the creature looked up and sniffed the air. Fortuneatly, he was down wind so the squirrel couldn't scent him. As it went back to nibbling, Hollowfang leaped forward and caught the squirrel between his paws. He gave a killing bite, and with satisfaction, trotted back to camp.
    As Hollowfang entered the camp and dropped the squirrel in the freshkill pile, he searched for Emberpaw. The tom wanted to talk about what happened earlier, and wanted to ask what the apprentice mean't about what he said.

    (Let's just say Hollowfang is still in the clearing.. not by the apprentices den anymore.))


    Hollowfang looked around as the clearing starting going into flames. "No..." He murmured, then saw an apprentice that was collapsed underneath a burning branch. He ran over, his eyes widened with the fire reflecting off of them. "Swiftpaw.. try to grab hold onto my tail!" He extended his tail towards where Swiftpaw was laying. "Hurry, Swiftpaw!"

    Hollowfang thought he heard his name over the sound of the fire burning, and branches falling, however he kept his focus on the apprentice. The tom never expected that this may be the end of his clan, his clanmates, and possibly even his self. "Apprentices, leave the camp and go to the nearest water source!" He called out to any apprentices nearby.

    (Sorry if it's too short! I was trying to add on, but it kept on not looking good with this text. Hope it's alright. :-[ ))


    Russia sat down in his chair, adjusting his scarf, and glanced around to find China. "Where is he?" He muttered under his breath so no one would ask who. As he waited, Russia crossed his legs and gazed out the window. I wonder why China never... talks to me. It feels like we haven't talked in ages.

    (It's fine.^^))


    Once Russia saw China sit beside him, he about leaped into his lap. "Hello, China!" He waved with his face blushing with joy, "How have you been?" The man with a scarf around his neck poured some of his vodka into a glass, and then into another. Russia gestured towards one of the glasses, asking if China would like some without words.

    Russia sat back down into his chair, blushing more and rubbing the back of his head. Then that stopped quickly. "Calm down, China." He responded with a laugh, and gazed at his ponytail in admiration. "You'd like some vodka, da?" Russia asked once again, though this time with words. He wouldn't sip his glass until China would answer.

    OOC: What should be happening at the World Meeting, and should I briefly play as one of the other nations for news?


    IC: With a hint of laughter, Russia nodded in agreement and turned his head to the nations that were ready to start. As he listened, Russia sipped on some of his drink, quite unhappy that China didn't want any. Then again, he was a bit fine with it. He just refused one drink.. that's all.

    Username: ❤London
    Knowledge of Hetalia: I've watched a bit of the anime (enough to know a lot of the countries' personalities and to have a few favorites) and I have stalked the wiki. Proud of it.
    Favorite Character(s): Before I put their names down, do realize I don't really pair them. I'm fine with it, though, if you like the pairing! England and France. Mostly Franceypants, though.
    How did you discover Hetalia?: A Prussian friend.
    Other: Is it alright if I join? I often feel like I'm not welcome into things like these. :I