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Post by horselover on Jul 7, 2015 17:22:36 GMT
don't look like they're fading the rust colored tom scented the air and recognized it. windclan. his pale green, shattered-glass eyes flashed with triumph. he had come from a very small clan, no bigger than a large loner group, but that was behind them now. he shifted on his dark copper paws, pausing to lick one of the many wounds on his shoulder. they were a few moons old, but still tender. don't look like they're ever going away he remembered why he had come. his camp up in flames. the assembly of rouges bent on killing him and his family. he fought for them, but it wasn't enough. he barely got away with his life. you coward. you left them to die. he shook his head violently, then called out into the semi-darkness of sunrise. "hello? he called, hoping someone would come. he attempted to hide a bit in the shadows, for his many scars and muscular build tended to frighten people. |
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 7, 2015 22:11:31 GMT
Ravenstar approached the border, her expression saying that she was in charge around here. "Please state your name and business," she said, her voice both kind and serious.
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Post by horselover on Jul 7, 2015 22:50:22 GMT
the big, 21-moon-old tom looked at her curiously. "i'm-" he started. no. his old name was in the past. "battescars. that is my warrior name." he said stiffly. "i would like to join windclan."
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 7, 2015 23:42:08 GMT
Ravenstar nodded, somewhat judging him, but not harshly. "Accepted," she said after a moment. "I'm Ravenstar. Welcome to WindClan." She started padding back to camp, beckoning him to follow. "How much experience do you have with fighting and hunting and such?" She inquired as she walked. She was pretty sure she knew he had fought, judging by his scars, but it was more of a formality, and her tone implied that.
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Post by horselover on Jul 8, 2015 0:07:11 GMT
"I can fight extremely well, and can catch a fair share of prey," he said honestly. "Thank you, Ravenstar."
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 8, 2015 0:21:26 GMT
Ravenstar nodded and smiled at him, then continued walking in silence.
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Post by horselover on Jul 8, 2015 0:47:04 GMT
he followed her, scenting the way to camp but stayed behind her to be courteous.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 8, 2015 0:49:38 GMT
Ravenstar stopped as they walked into the center of camp. "Would you like a tour or do you want to rest first?" She said, looking at him.
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Post by horselover on Jul 8, 2015 0:59:10 GMT
"i'm fine. i'd love a tour," he said, grinning a bit.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 8, 2015 1:01:49 GMT
She smiled and stood in the center of camp. "High Rock, for announcements and meetings etc.," she said briskly, gesturing with her tail. "Leader's den. Medicine den, warriors den, apprentices den, nursery, elders den, fresh kill pile. Any questions before I show you the territory?"
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Post by horselover on Jul 8, 2015 18:31:36 GMT
he shook his rust colored head grimly.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 8, 2015 22:15:43 GMT
Ravenstar smiled and padded back through the entrance.
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Post by horselover on Jul 9, 2015 16:45:38 GMT
the burly tom followed her swiftly, constantly aware of his surroundings. his pale green eyes darted back and forth as they moved.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 15, 2015 21:15:20 GMT
(Hmm I'm actually not sure who WindClan shares a border with so I'm just going off the books so this might be wrong)
Ravenstar padded up to a border. "This is the border we share with RiverClan," she mewed.
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Post by horselover on Jul 16, 2015 17:47:26 GMT
he nodded. "Yes. I passed very close to, uh, riverclan? in my travels. It smells different." the burly tom said calmly.
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