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Post by insertusernamehere on Aug 15, 2006 12:04:26 GMT -5
Bright sunlight flitted from between the leaves of the trees and warmed the tiny kit's handsome golden pelt. Rich, amber-brown eyes stared ahead, glowing with a determined spark.
The fluffy furball's eyes glowed with happiness as he stared around. This place... it's like paradise, he thought, his golden chin raised. This doesn't look like my mother's Clan, how she described it, but it's close.
The tiny, sun-colored fluff ball bounced along, hardly detecting any scents but that of the late morning breezes and the sweet-scented leaves. Blazekit's golden-brown eyes caught the bright wings of a butterfly, and he excitedly began to chase it, claws sheathed so that he didn't hurt it.
He began to scent a wafting trace of smell, and his golden tabby fur rose in hostility. He wasn't afraid of attack; he might actually enjoy a fight, though it would he clear he'd lose.
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Post by Amberstar on Aug 15, 2006 12:14:59 GMT -5
Amberstar certainly wasn't a fighter. She would not attack unless she had proof or need to. However, she was always wary of strangers treading upon Treeclan's land, even if she was leniant with those she accepted. Maybe even to fault.. It was today the amber leader was enjoying a good sunning up in the trees, close to the tops of the canopy. The strangers foot falls awoke her and sent her keen senses to alert. From branch to branch she leapt until she hit the floor just a tail length from the tom.
Young tom, you have tread upon Treeclan territory. She said kindly, sitting in front of the young kit. I will not pester you for how you've come to this place, but I do want to know what you are named, and why you have come to such a place. Acceptance? Or simply passing through? Both of which I can do for you. Her words were soft, and not cruel at all. But she was curious, and being a good leader in doing so.
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Post by insertusernamehere on Aug 15, 2006 12:19:33 GMT -5
Blazekit's warm golden-brown eyes glowed; he was obviously not in danger, and his fur didn't rise. No fear-scent wafted from his dusty golden fur, and his gaze was warm and friendly.
"My name is Blazekit!" He meowed brightly, his tail curling around his paws as he thought of an answer to her second question.
He stood taller, his whiskers twitching. "And I've come looking for a Clan to join. What Clan is this?" He asked, eyes wide as he gazed at the pretty, long-haired amber leader.
He wasn't sure if he'd be welcomed here or not; but he dearly hoped so, for if he wasn't, then he'd have to go on to the next Clan, and the next Clan, and the next, until they all rejected him, or he joined a Clan that was hostile...
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Post by Amberstar on Aug 15, 2006 12:23:37 GMT -5
She blinked, comprehending his words with a thoughful gaze. That is something I can do for you, is acceptance. For you appear to be no threat. I am Amberstar, leader to this clan here. Or, also known as Treeclan. She gave a second thought before continuing. However, you will be accepted as long as you are cordial to your clan mates, respectful to those higher in ranks, especially me or my deputy, or even the medicine cat. Those words were easy to follow, and therefore she trotted off with a swish of her tail. This way little one.
((Go ahead and join or create a thread in main camp, or anywhere for that matter in Treeclan. ^^))
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Post by insertusernamehere on Aug 15, 2006 12:29:22 GMT -5
:Alright, thanks!:
Blazekit happily glanced up, feeling hope churn within his belly. "Alright! I'll be the best warrior ever! You just watch; nobody'll know I wasn't Clanborn..."
The golden ball of fur zoomed past Amberstar, into the camp. His golden tail swished in the air like a zooming flag.
TO: TreeClan Camp
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