for the hundredth time or so / joining, o

[cherrypaw.]

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oh, wow.

cherrypaw-- or was it cherrybomb? his mind was spinning right now. he couldn't tell. he couldn't really tell if he even bothered to tell.

regardless, cherrypaw (we'll go with that one), had found himself in a situation almost uncomfortably familiar, yet it also felt entirely foreign to the candy-colored cat. brown eyes fluttered open to find a landscape he was not accustomed to. snow wasn't something bad, but cherry had never considered himself to be winter-type. his coat color was a winter, but cherry was definitely a summer personality-wise.

white legs stretched out, appearing a lot less white than they probably normally did against the appearance of the snow. said legs flailed wildly, and eventually gained traction when cherry groggily hauled himself up into consciousness.

blink. where... was this place? this was certainly not kansas anymore.

"hello?" came a soft, tired meow.

hopefully there'd be a response. cherry was a little too tired to move for the time being.

"SPEECH"

[cry]

  The kit was still. Could be considered dead. Cry sighed from where she was perched nearby. The raven's crisp ice blue eyes blinked owlishly as she tilted her head. A coo caught in her throat. She might as well go check the body. See how long it been dead. The raven opened her good wing, hopping out of the snow drowned bush she was resting in. She hopped over to the cat, scanning him, she decided, over. It... was still alive. The cat was giving shallow, weak breaths. Unconscious. Cry blinked. It would die alone out here in the snow.

  It was a good thing that she was here. But... she supposed it was a bad thing she did not care. ... Okay, maybe she did a little. Cry was not one to care for strangers, but she had a soft spot for those that were weak and harmless. The elderly and children had a nice roost on her soft spot. She couldn't tell how old this cat was, but it had a soft color and a softer face, giving the illusion .... damn her feelings.

  Cry sighed, sitting down in the snow in front of the other. If no one else in this lazy clan was going to show up, she would keep an eye on him. Or... at least until he woke up. or someone else showed up. Whichever came first, she supposed.

  It must have been half an hour before the other began to stir. His brown eyes fluttered open as he scanned his areas. Too weak to move? Poor thing. Cry stood up from where she was covered in snow. She shook herself off, being careful of her broken wing. The raven walked around to the front of the male, staring him down in his eyes. A coo vibrated in her throat, an unasked question. Who are you?

"SPEECH"

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[cherrypaw.]

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out of all the things that could have come to cherry, a raven was probably closer to the bottom of the list. though the bird had chosen to remain silent, her body language and vague noises seemed to be curious and concerned enough. cherry's initiative to respond was cut off by a yawn.

shaking his head, the new arrival finally dusted off the gears of his mind. cherry cleared his throat with an audible ahem, and then opened his mouth. "oh, a person!" came a new, much more awake and unexpectedly mature, masculine voice.

"nice to meet you. i'm cherry...paw," that sounded right. "could you, uh,
help a stranger out here a little bit?"

"SPEECH"

[JERSEYBOY]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Arriving next was the New Jerseyan, who was quite used to snow. Jerseyboy didn't get cold very easily, as he had a high tolerance for it, and he had grown quite used to trudging through the powder. It was growing a bit tiring, though, so he figured that he'd return to the cave after he dealt with this person. He realized that he had been talking to Cry, the raven that he had once thought was a snack. Upon closer observation, Jerseyboy found that this was an adult... at least he sounded like one. And yet, he didn't look older than a year. Maybe he was just naturally small.

The tuxedo tom glanced from the raven and then back to the other. "Whaddya' need, pal?" Jerseyboy asked, as he hadn't specified what he exactly needed.

[| KILLUA ZOLDYCK |]

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KILLUA

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Killua used to act like an entirely different individual several months back. It was something that his family didn't even want him to know in that factor. The wildcat once had an entire group of friends that he could interact with without him worrying about how they would take toward him. The assassin was no longer an assassin, instead, he was more on the lines of a protector than anything else. Killua didn't have any memories of the amazing times that he had in that clan though, the place that he felt like he belonged with in a certain degree. He even managed to acquire himself an adopted family while he lived there, originally being sent there for a mission that he couldn't correctly figure out all that much. He didn't remember that he even had a mission during this time either. Killua had just started to live out his life without any real interruptions, he was no longer a killer and he had pretty much achieved his goal for what he wanted to be. Then as usual, his family ended up getting involved with something there was no need for. He didn't figure out that his oldest brother had been keeping track of his progress the entire time that he had lived in that clan. He had started to develop further bonds, and everyone in the group respected him for what he was. Killua even managed to develop social skills thanks to all the interactions he had done during that time. Then he ultimately got attacked by his brother, the black tiger far stronger than Killua could ever really imagine of becoming. It was difficult, but he knew that his brother most likely wouldn't kill him. He was the heir to the family he didn't want to belong to anymore. That didn't mean his older brother was going to go easy on him. He had trained him after all and tortured him when he was just a kitten. Meaning that the assassin knew exactly where to hit Killua to instill pain in his body. It worked of course, and he was given a time frame to return home. Killua didn't know what to do after that, and he passed the time frame before he was ready to fight his brother again. The young male got attacked by the Zoldyck member, which the other had used his powers to rip out his soul from his body and strip away the memories he had of the clan that he spent a good time of his life in. Fake memories than replaced those, and thanks to how careful his brother was when it came to replacing the memories Killua didn't suspect that there was anything wrong with him. He resorted back to being an assassin, and he was given a job in the exact same clan he had developed relations with. Killing their leader as asked per their client. Which also happened to be his adopted mother that he didn't know about. Then he moved to the next group, aiming to kill their leader as well. From there his mind carried on like it usually would, and his rebellion was quick to start up with the jealousy he felt with those that were similar of age as him and were enjoying their life instead of worrying about whether the next thing they ate was poisoned or not. He was envious of them. How could they be so happy when there was a constant war around them? It didn't seem all that logical to him. Either way, he failed his first mission in his entire life. Which wasn't all that long compared to the life of that of a regular domestic cat, but serval's aged a little bit slower than domestic cats. Domestic cats only living for a couple of years at a time, while a serval could live up to around twenty years without any issues. If the albino serval knew about what had happened to his memories, he would certainly grow with rage toward his family. Realizing that he would never see the creatures that he had once considered to be a real family. Not the ones that had raised him.

If Killua's memory hadn't been erased, he would have remembered the male on the border. Back when he did have memories, they were fairly close to one another. He had been the deputy of the clan that they had been in for a couple months before his family had to come and ruin everything. Now that he was back to square one, he refused to trust anyone that he approached right now. Sure he came from another clan after failing his mission against the clan that lived on the floating islands, but this place was still entirely new to him. He wasn't exactly sure why all the animals that were in the area were so kind to him. And were willing to let him in a place like this despite him being a murderer an assassin. He wasn't a good guy. The young male had a lot on his plate, but here was at least a small amount of good news in all of this. Someone had recently returned that he actually knew from the previous clan that he had been in. Killua certainly hadn't expected it, but he met Koru again. The albino black mamba that had taken a liking to him over the months that they had known each other. After being viciously attacked by his oldest brother again, he decided to flee that group of clans. He was no longer safe there anymore after all. Killua often patrolled the borders for his own interests. Killua didn't know the name of most of the creatures that were here, and that was fine with him. They probably didn't know his name considering that he had never spoken to them before. The only animal that he had actually approached had been Jacob. Then there was Roy but the tiger had been the one to accept him in the clan so he didn't really count the other male all that much. He seemed to be a type of medic which would certainly help. Killua's physical demeanor didn't seem to change all that much, although he did look a bit older and taller. Especially compared to any domestic cats. Despite being an apprentice he was already the size of a full grown domestic cat. Without the same muscle mass and weight of course. The only difference with his appearance right now were the bright, pink, fresh scars that covered a majority of his body. Obviously made by something that was much larger than he was. The injuries having healed from when his brother had attacked him. The stitches that once held his new metal claws in their sheathes had disappeared since his claws had healed a considerable amount. Now, he was laying down on a branch he was starting to hear voices not too far away from him. Near the border. Someone new probably. There seemed to be a lot of those. Getting up onto his paws, he silently leaped from branch to branch, until he arrived on a branch that was different than the crows. His gaze landed on the pink-hued domestic cat on the border. A confused look was on his facial features for a couple of moments as he studied the other male. The other certainly seemed pretty confused and had no idea where he was. He looked at the other Snowbound members before laying himself down on the branch he was on, conjuring up a lollipop and putting it into his mouth. "Long way from home I'm guessin?" The assassin and former deputy would state in a bored tone, swirling the candy in his jaws as he looked at the other apprentice. The guy looked like a large thing of candy.

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GENERAL:
★ KILLUA | KILL (BY FAMILY ONLY) | MALE
★ Bisexual
★ 8 moons | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ N/A |  Former Deputy & Former Head Combatant (FF) | Professional Assassin

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Killua constantly remains stealthy. It is extremely hard to be able to listen to his movements having been forced to remain silent for his entire life.
★ Killua constantly uses his Air Elementals to block out his scent from everyone around him. Which means its impossible to find him by scent, as he doesn't like to be associated with any clans despite his rank.
★ He has a very bad addiction to candy, and doesn't share it with anyone no matter who they are.
★ Killua will not respect your character right off the bat. Unless they express how strong they are, or if they are interesting in his opinion, then there is a chance that he might show respect. Meaning that he will show no respect for ranks.
★ Killua has no morals. Meaning that seeing death doesn't effect him, and if someone dies, he just considers the one that did to be too weak and deserved death.
★ He is not afraid to kill your character, as he believes himself to be stronger than everyone else he comes across due to his training and how he knows the clans after living in them for several months.
★ HE WILL NOT TRUST YOUR CHARACTER. Not right off the bat anyway. Which means he won't give any personal information to them unless he deems them to be interesting.
★ Killua is immune to all deadly chemicals/poisons, and is also immune to electrical attacks. However, just because he is immune, he still feels the pain from it all, he can just bare the pain. This means that he will get somewhat pissed if poisons are attempted to be used on him or if someone tries to electrocute him.

RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
★ Left Blizzardclan (aka FF)
★ Residing in Thunderclan (never officially joined)
★ Recently found a secret tunnel into and out of the camp. He's keeping it a secret to himself.
★ Promoted to Captain (HP)
★ Killed a bengal related to a human plot
★ Went to the Exiles and severely injured several
★ Promoted to Deputy

PHYSICAL:
★ ALBINO SERVAL W/ METAL CLAWS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
— 30 lbs and the size of a full grown domestic cat, Killua belongs to the wildcat species of the serval. Meaning that his body structure consists of his long legs and his large ears that are perched on the top of his head. The most noticeable feature of him though is that his fur, instead of the usual tan and black, is stark white. Unlike most albino servals though, Killua doesn't show the usual spots of an albino serval, his fur being completely white. He has a lean build, meaning that he is built more for speed, yet there will be strengths behind his attacks. He has numerous scars all over his body, but sadly they can't be seen thanks to being hidden underneath his slightly unusually long fur. Compared to a serval's anyway. His eyes express a vibrant electric blue/sapphire hue color to them. Looking at his claws though, the front claws in his front paws are made entirely metal, over inches long meaning that they have a lot of piercing capability. These claws are made out of a light, durable metal that is sharper than even that of swords. So that the claws are capable of slicing through tough hide if need be. The claws on his back legs though, are completely normal claws. Due to his front claws being so long though, it means that they can't be fully sheathed, so the tips of the claws always stick out no matter what. This means that if he is to ever spar with someone, there is a likelihood that character will end up getting scratched. Killua can often be seen eating some form of candy when he is talking to someone, except in serious situations.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
Everyone wants to keep Killua on his good side. No one wants him on his bad side because if they do it usually results in their death sometime later. Killua has no problem with killing those that mock him, on the consideration that he doesn't like to be considered weak, and having grown up only being taught how to kill, he has no other morals when it comes to dealing with social situations. Killua is extremely terrible when it comes to social gatherings, actually making quite difficult for him to interact with others without completely pissing them off. This serval doesn't show respect toward those that he doesn't know, and those that he doesn't consider to be capable of doing their job. He believes that most adults that he has come across are idiots compared to him, as despite his young age, he believes that he has a lot more experience than adults could ever have. Right now though, he is trying his best to figure out what he wants with his life after running away from his family and dealing with a clan previous to coming here, hearing a rumor that there were strong creatures here that could be a possible challenge. He has a huge ego as he thinks that he can take anyone on with relative ease. That he can take on anyone no matter what size they are. The assassin doesn't like to follow the rules either, practically a loose canon as he just does whatever the hell he wants to despite the consequences. He can often be seen mocking others, or even teasing if he is in a lighter mood. Killua so far is rarely seen being serious, as he mostly talks with a lot of sarcasm in his voice.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Discovered/Almost mastered)
★ Air Elementals (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Conjuration (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Telepathy (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Invisibility (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Teleportation (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Shape shifting (Discovered/Mastered)


INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend if character isn't the same strength/age as him
★ Physically extreme | Mentally medium | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in bold paleturquoise
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC

[cherrypaw.]

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the more, the merrier, cherry supposed. there were now two more people here to speak with-- both of them being felines. one of which was miles more physically imposing than the other.

"i was just wondering... where i might be?" the tom asked, flicking an ear. "this certainly... does not look like home, yeah. i mean, maybe my memories going with age," his statement was followed by a hearty chuckle. being a typical cat, around four years old was far from elderly. although, it did seem like few people he knew ever made it past two.

that again, that isn't saying much. he clearly doesn't know a lot, because even he wasn't 100% sure where the "home" the strangely familiar serval was speaking about was.

"SPEECH"

[| KILLUA ZOLDYCK |]

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KILLUA

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Killua had always been a type of wanderer. He wondered if it was just because he was young and wanted to see what the world turned out to be like. After all, he had been cooped up in a castle for a majority of his life. Constantly just staring at the stone walls that were in front of him out of complete boredom of not having anything to do. The assassin wasn't supposed to be doing anything other than training. But during his training he obviously got injured so he had to at least give a couple of days to heal himself here and there. Besides, they didn't exactly want to kill him while he was just training, something that could have been easily done while he was just a kitten. His body not exactly having a lot of blood to spair if someone wanted to leave him out to bleed him to death. Either way, he never liked being in one place all the time. It meant it would be easier for animals to find him if they were actively hunting for him. Killua knew that he had a constant bounty on his head and that if he wasn't careful too much information to get out about him. Although there wasn't a huge likelihood that those hunting him would actually know what he even looked out. Just a simple description of what he looked like could be worth a lot to certain individuals. Killua was glad that in these parts, the term Zoldyck didn't really come into mind when it came to a professional assassin family that were extremley lethal. He never introduced himself to anyone that was in the clans with his full name before, but he had asked a loner before if he knew the last name Zoldyck. The loner told him he had never heard of it. Which was good, as it meant that he was far away as he possibly could get from his parents and the rest of his siblings. He doubted that the rest of his siblings were tasked with finding him, but if they were desperate enough he wouldn't really be all that surprised. Most of his siblings having their own lives that they lived that the rest of the family didn't know. Even if they did call themselves a family, they were fairly closed off from one another. What assassin would enjoy another assassin's company? Exactly. No one. Which was difficult for Killua to work with, but gave advantages if he wanted to bargain one of his siblings to do something for him. No matter what kind of group he was with, Killua would always go out to see what other creatures were out there. Sure he wasn't surprised by the different species that he came across, he was more interested in the personalities that he came across. Some were actually capable of dealing with his jokes instead of taking them seriously, while the rest of them wanted to take his head off. He knew that he wasn't that great with social interactions but he was trying his damn best to improve what he never had from the very beginning. In all honesty, he was terrified of himself and what he could do to ruin the lives of the clanners that he was with currently and the past. There were plenty of times that he didn't have control over his actions. Which he wasn't sure how that was even possible. He knew that he would occasionally hear his brother inside of his head, but there were powers that would work for that. He was messing with him. He was always messing with him. He needed to stay away from his family in order to keep his small form of sanity left. 

Killua never really thought about the times he had ended up gettinig lost trying to find a place that a loner had given him directions to. Sometimes the loner would lie to him and he would end up in the middle of nowhere. Which was fine with him thanks to the numerous amount of powers that he had in the first place. The assassin didn't have to worry about growing hungry because he can just conjure up whatever the hell he wanted, especially food. He had to admit that was probably one of his most used powers other than his air elementals. He didn't mind getting lost, as it would mean it would be a sort of an adventure. If he got into danger at the same time, he was all for it because it would be fun to deal with dangers that weren't really all that dangerous for the Zoldyck. He could just relax and calmly through his exploration. He still had yet to explore the rest of the territory of Snowbound, but he was able to find some interesting areas for himself. Were the other members making their way through the territory figuring out what was interesting and a waste of time? Probably. This place was new after all, at least from what he was able to overhear. Killua moved the lollipop that was in his mouth to the other side, keeping the candy between his teeth and his cheek. If one ever tried to inspect his mouth, they would be quick to realize that he was missing a couple teeth. Another memory that Killua didn't have when he was actually tortured in a lab, thanks to his older brother, and had a couple of his molars removed so that they could check if his teeth were different from that of a regular serval. Killua would raise a nonexistent eyebrow at the pink feline's statement that he had no idea where he was, and that his memories were being difficult. Amnesia was the first issue that Killua thought of. Very common when it came to the clans so it wouldn't surprise him if that was the case. "This place? It's called Snowbound. Pretty fitting name if you ask me." Killua would joke with a small smirk spreading across his facial features. He kept his claws unsheathed though into the branch he was on so that he wouldn't fall off. "I'm guessing you probably have amnesia though. Common from what I can gather if you don't remember much." The assassin stated again in almost a bored tone. He debated for a couple moments as he looked at the other apprentice. He was around the same age as him probably. Did that mean Killua took a little pity on the other male? Probably. "Name's Killua." The albino serval introduced himself in a calm tone, the smirk having disappeared to a neutral facial expression.

clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons

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Tags | Updated 03/21/17:

GENERAL:
★ KILLUA | KILL (BY FAMILY ONLY) | MALE
★ Bisexual
★ 8 moons | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ N/A |  Former Deputy & Former Head Combatant (FF) | Professional Assassin

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Killua constantly remains stealthy. It is extremely hard to be able to listen to his movements having been forced to remain silent for his entire life.
★ Killua constantly uses his Air Elementals to block out his scent from everyone around him. Which means its impossible to find him by scent, as he doesn't like to be associated with any clans despite his rank.
★ He has a very bad addiction to candy, and doesn't share it with anyone no matter who they are.
★ Killua will not respect your character right off the bat. Unless they express how strong they are, or if they are interesting in his opinion, then there is a chance that he might show respect. Meaning that he will show no respect for ranks.
★ Killua has no morals. Meaning that seeing death doesn't effect him, and if someone dies, he just considers the one that did to be too weak and deserved death.
★ He is not afraid to kill your character, as he believes himself to be stronger than everyone else he comes across due to his training and how he knows the clans after living in them for several months.
★ HE WILL NOT TRUST YOUR CHARACTER. Not right off the bat anyway. Which means he won't give any personal information to them unless he deems them to be interesting.
★ Killua is immune to all deadly chemicals/poisons, and is also immune to electrical attacks. However, just because he is immune, he still feels the pain from it all, he can just bare the pain. This means that he will get somewhat pissed if poisons are attempted to be used on him or if someone tries to electrocute him.

RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
★ Left Blizzardclan (aka FF)
★ Residing in Thunderclan (never officially joined)
★ Recently found a secret tunnel into and out of the camp. He's keeping it a secret to himself.
★ Promoted to Captain (HP)
★ Killed a bengal related to a human plot
★ Went to the Exiles and severely injured several
★ Promoted to Deputy

PHYSICAL:
★ ALBINO SERVAL W/ METAL CLAWS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
— 30 lbs and the size of a full grown domestic cat, Killua belongs to the wildcat species of the serval. Meaning that his body structure consists of his long legs and his large ears that are perched on the top of his head. The most noticeable feature of him though is that his fur, instead of the usual tan and black, is stark white. Unlike most albino servals though, Killua doesn't show the usual spots of an albino serval, his fur being completely white. He has a lean build, meaning that he is built more for speed, yet there will be strengths behind his attacks. He has numerous scars all over his body, but sadly they can't be seen thanks to being hidden underneath his slightly unusually long fur. Compared to a serval's anyway. His eyes express a vibrant electric blue/sapphire hue color to them. Looking at his claws though, the front claws in his front paws are made entirely metal, over inches long meaning that they have a lot of piercing capability. These claws are made out of a light, durable metal that is sharper than even that of swords. So that the claws are capable of slicing through tough hide if need be. The claws on his back legs though, are completely normal claws. Due to his front claws being so long though, it means that they can't be fully sheathed, so the tips of the claws always stick out no matter what. This means that if he is to ever spar with someone, there is a likelihood that character will end up getting scratched. Killua can often be seen eating some form of candy when he is talking to someone, except in serious situations.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
Everyone wants to keep Killua on his good side. No one wants him on his bad side because if they do it usually results in their death sometime later. Killua has no problem with killing those that mock him, on the consideration that he doesn't like to be considered weak, and having grown up only being taught how to kill, he has no other morals when it comes to dealing with social situations. Killua is extremely terrible when it comes to social gatherings, actually making quite difficult for him to interact with others without completely pissing them off. This serval doesn't show respect toward those that he doesn't know, and those that he doesn't consider to be capable of doing their job. He believes that most adults that he has come across are idiots compared to him, as despite his young age, he believes that he has a lot more experience than adults could ever have. Right now though, he is trying his best to figure out what he wants with his life after running away from his family and dealing with a clan previous to coming here, hearing a rumor that there were strong creatures here that could be a possible challenge. He has a huge ego as he thinks that he can take anyone on with relative ease. That he can take on anyone no matter what size they are. The assassin doesn't like to follow the rules either, practically a loose canon as he just does whatever the hell he wants to despite the consequences. He can often be seen mocking others, or even teasing if he is in a lighter mood. Killua so far is rarely seen being serious, as he mostly talks with a lot of sarcasm in his voice.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Discovered/Almost mastered)
★ Air Elementals (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Conjuration (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Telepathy (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Invisibility (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Teleportation (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Shape shifting (Discovered/Mastered)


INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend if character isn't the same strength/age as him
★ Physically extreme | Mentally medium | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in bold paleturquoise
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC

[cry]

Cry blinked. Where was he? He was in snowblossom or whatever that overconfident rhino horse decided to name this place. The raven blinked before motioning to camp, turning her well wing to the direction of home. She was not going to carry him, but she could help him get there.

... That was until a band of members came up.

The raven puffed up. Where were you thirty minutes ago when this kid was dying in the snow? Cry huffed and rolled her eyes, staring up at the others. She wanted to scream and yell. She wanted to let out all her pent up rage, to scream and cry out to the night that she was not some dumb animal to be brushed away. So many eyes turned to her before taking all the glory of saving these joiners themselves. She had sat by Cherrypaw and kept him safe during the whole cold time. She was not letting someone take that away from her. The raven walked forward, going to hop up onto red cat's back, where she would glare and caw at the other snowbound members. She opened her wings, hissing. This one is mine. Back off.

"SPEECH"

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