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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Apr 4, 2009 0:40:07 GMT -5
((Okay, so reading old characters I've made I've discovered Nimble has three siblings: Steadfast, Quickstorm, and Pounce. They don't belong left as rogues, so I've decided to seperate them into the other clans.))
The shadows of DuskClan haunted the forest, yet today, one shadow stood out of place. This cat...He wasn't from around here.
Quickstorm hesitated at the boarder. He knew he didn't belong here, but every cat needed a place to live. It was about time he found a true home.
"DuskClan? I come in peace...I....Well, I sound like an idiot. I don't even know if anyone's there....Just, if you're listening...Please come out? I'm slightly...homeless..."
Quickstorm gulped. His voice felt like fish on his tongue. Slimy, and utterly out of place. But once accepted, everything would work out okay.
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Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 4, 2009 18:31:12 GMT -5
She had been in with the shadows, the darker and lighter variations of on her pelt making it look as though the faint sunlight was reflecting through her. Green eyes, normally very clear and visible, had been narrowed into slits, hiding their actual color as soon as she had seen the new cat. Being a bit more anti-social then most other cats of a clan, Twilightfur had not confronted the cat as soon as she had seen him, rather, had given herself a chance to observe his actions, seeing how much of a threat this cat would be for one who was alone at the moment. It seemed though, that she as being called. Time to get this party started.
Dropping out of the tree, the she cat seemed to just appear in front of the tom, her sharp green eyes noticable now, as she examined the other cat with a casual grace. It was rare for Twilightfur to find cats that she got along with, most didn't care for her quiet style, nor the way she always seemed to be at ease. Or maybe it was just the fact she didn't speak outwardly all the time. Whatever it was, she really didn't care.
"Loner."
Speaking softly, yet words loud enough to be heard, Twilightfur dipped her black brindled head to the other cat, in a formal greeting. She may be from DuskClan, but she was not as rude as some of the other cats, different clans and same clan cats, thought. She would give him a chance, but only one.
"Why do you think DuskClan should let you live here?"
Such a simple question, but the answer, could change everything.
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Apr 4, 2009 20:03:37 GMT -5
Quickstorm looked bashfuly down at the ground, laughing slightly.
"I'm not exactly a prize, but I am an extra set of claws. I will protect your kits, elders, and queens at the cost of my life. I can hunt, and I can fight. It may not be much, but this is the best I can offer."
He shrugged, biting the side of his lip. Quickstorm often wished he was faster, or more intelligent, but really all he had going was ridiculously massive size and decent skill. If only he could achieve more...Perhaps DuskClan offered him a way to better himself. Or perhaps not. But either way, he was out to try. If they kicked him out of chose not to accept, he'd go to another clan. Would they accept his help, or would he be an enemy?
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Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 4, 2009 21:25:05 GMT -5
Turning her head slightly sideways, the she cat continued to study the obviously nervous loner. It wasn't her that he was nervous of, rather, it was as if he was afraid that they wouldn't let him in. From this first impression, he seemed to be a decent warrior, why would he think that they wouldn't let him in? There was always a second set of claws that were needed, no matter where they came from. Still, she knew she had to act as she would with any other cat, and abruptly nodded to the tom.
"Very well. I'll take you to go see Silver--, Scythestar."
Faltering a bit over the last words, Twilightfur shook her head quickly, before getting up and padding into the gloom, without even waiting to see if the new cat was keeping up. Silverstar was gone, but it seemed so strange to her. Ever since she had joined as a rather young cat, just over warrior age, she had seen Silverstar. Of course, the last few moons had been spent in her den, but still. It was hard getting used to Scythestar as leader, and frankly, made Twilightfur more anti-social then usually.
"Scythestar."
Twilightfur called, eyes sweeping around the camp.
"Someone wishes to join."
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