DEVIL'S TRAIN | JOINER
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[justify][sub]//still making a fancypost so here have a kinda bad one lmao

it was his paws that brought him here, and no matter how much he tried to tell himself that it was something else, gunslinger knew deep down that it wasn't anything supernatural. it was only his paws and his head that brought him over to thunderclan's border.

hell, he wanted it to be something else. despite the creeping fear of having something otherwordly be following him, gun really hated the fact of just coming here on his own. it brought him into reality, grounded him- and he hated it. in all moments of his life, he just wanted this part to not exist. maybe it would be kind of a stretch to say that this was the worst part of his life, but when he was stuck right in the middle of it? well, to make a long story short- whenever he was stuck in the middle of something, he had a habit of thinking it was the worst.

after the - rather inevitable - fall of overwatch, the coyote had left. he packed his things and fled, stripping himself of his name and changing it to gunslinger. he didn't want to be known as his old name anymore; jesse mccree held too much weight. maybe he wanted to start over a second time, like from when he had left the deadlock gang. or maybe a name like mccree made him remember things that he didn't want to remember. but whatever it was, he was gunslinger now. an alone, tired, sad gunslinger.

just like before he had joined overwatch in the first place.

after what seemed like forever he finally made his way to the border, paws heavy as he sat down with a loud huff. he seemed to be a rather mangy fellow- his caramel golden fur - obviously once well kept and groomed - was now slightly out of order and pretty scraggly. long scars littered a long muzzle, his fur under the snout looking like something more of a beard than fur. a quite old - and pretty floppy - cowboy esque hat sat atop his head; his dipped head obscuring view of otherwise rather dull brown eyes. wrapped around his chest and draped over his chest and body was a red and yellow cloth, somewhat resembling a rather old and worn out poncho. and the most noticeable thing- replacing his right front leg was a metallic one. a replica, and very well kept despite the worn and tear of the rest of the coyote. he didn't look as if he needed definite help; but it did look that maybe a snack, a shower, and some rest would do him more help than harm.


a cigarette was placed lazily in his mouth, smoke rising into the air as gunslinger smoked the thing silently. the candid would wait for somebody to approach him- and honestly, despite the fact that he knew no one he knew would show up, deep in his chest a small worm of hope wriggled around in his heart. he knew that he wouldn't find any from the remains of overwatch - even less likely to see a rogue talon member. they had crumbled years before overwatch fell - here. but if he did, he would certainly lose his fake layer of calmness and confidence.

but hey, it wasn't like anyone knew him as mccree, right? this was his chance to start anew as gunslinger. if he wanted to freak out in happiness, then he damn well would!
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KILLUA
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Did he technically run away? He guess that it could be considered that after all he had been through and everything. The ivory hued wildcat after all had been through a lot and just wanted to get away from his damn family after he hadn't been able to kill someone and they punished him for it. Had they ever thought that even while he was brought into this world he didn't want to do anything with it in the first place? Probably not, as they were incredibly selfish and just wanted him to be the prodigy that he was destined to be nowadays. Killua didn't care what they thought, as for once he wanted to have a life of his own. He remembered in the clans that he once took shelter in. He couldn't exactly say that he took shelter in them, as he was just there to do the contracts that he had been given. He couldn't even call it home since practically everyone there wanted him dead in the first place. Oh well. He didn't care what those creatures thought of him as long as they didn't even consider himself to be weak either. Killua had been jealous watching the kids in the clans play around with each other. He had also been incredibly frustrated the entire time not being able to find anyone that had the same capabilities as he did when it came to fighting and just powers in general. They seemed to be nonexistent too. The male couldn't help but feel angry that they were so weak and yet they had all the potential in the world to get a lot stronger. Did any of those clanners take initiative? Of course they didn't! They just sat around doing nothing and made flower crowns with each other! Like that they didn't have to worry that there was an enemy not too far away that could raid them at any given time. They had too much confidence in their own powers and Killua wasn't sure if he should believe what they said toward him. No one had tried to teach them the ways of the place, so he just kept to himself when it came to meeting joiners at the border. He himself wasn't welcoming toward orders, but considering that he had yet to meet anyone since he had been here, that probably didn't help either. Killua wanted the life that those damn clanners had. Yes, he often judged them for their life style, but it was way better than the life that he had that was just drenched in the color of blood that could never be washed away. There was a chance that there would be no one to give him second chances and that he would just be cast away. That was fine as he would just find another place to shelter at before moving on again. He had to keep moving in order to keep away from his damned brother.

Killua technically wasn't a Thunderclanner. He had arrived at the border of this place and had waited to be accepted, but no one came. So what did he do? Killua did what anyone else would have done and just made his way in. He had already explored the museum to find the place practically empty, only stale scents available to be scented in the first place. He was beginning to wonder that this entire place had been abanboned and the rumors that he heard about strong creatures in this direction had been false. Should he track down the one that had said the rumor to him? Nah, that would be a waste of his time, and the young male didn't feel like running around trying to find a creature that he may never see again, and maybe someone that he didn't want to see again. The guy that had told him the rumors was definitely lucky today. Despite being in the territory for a little while, even with all the scents that were around, Killua didn't smell like a Thunderclanner. So anyone would probably consider him to be a loner that was just doing whatever he wanted. Yet, he had the look of a child, which he was. Only 6 moons old. That was one of the many pieces of manipulation that he can use in order to get the upper hand on some adults that consider him to be weak compared to them. It was so funny to see the look on their faces when they realized just how out of their league they were to him, and how they often ended up with a stack of claws in their throat quickly ending their life. He knew that he didn't have his powers anymore, that whatever his brother had done to him while he visited that damn castle for a little bit before leaving, had stopped his powers form working. However, this doesn't mean he is even remotely considered to be weak. Far from it actually. Killua has better reaction time, he has strength behind him, and he has the agility of his small body. He also has the ability to dislocate certain joints if he's in a troubled situation, especially if he's to get pinned by someone larger than him. Right now though, Killua is really only searching for something to keep him busy, and to keep himself from being bored as he would most likely rest here and go to the next clan to see what happens.

The albino serval usually took to the trees, and that's exactly what the male did. His metal claws made it easy for him to grip onto the bark of the branches as he leaped form one tree to the other. He was at least climbing one story high, not wanting to go any higher just yet as there was no need to. With how high the trees were, he got enough lay of the land from where he was at right now. Despite him leaping from tree to tree, his paws landed like feathers on the branch before kicking off again. The assassin had been taught to keep quiet, but if someone was to have super senses then they would be able to hear him no doubt. Other animals though would have a difficult time hearing him on his way. There was an easier way to find the assassin though, and that was from his striking white pelt that covers his entire body. This is because against a dark green backdrop, he stands out like a fish out of water. Not like he cares as he isn't doing a job right now, and would try not to for a long time. Blinking his sapphire blue eyes though, he stops a little bit of a distance away from the coyote, keeping himself hidden behind a branch of leaves as he looks at the distance between him in and the coyote. Huh. The guy was sitting at the border just like he had been not too long ago. Considering how the clans worked when he was in them a couple months ago, he reckoned that they worked exactly the same. If not, then oh well, there was no one around to tell him anything else. Killua made his pawsteps even lighter as he leaped from branch to branch, noticing that the other was wearing a hat and had a metal limb. That would be difficult to get by if the two ever started fighting with each other. A coyote obviously larger than he is, but once he's full grown, he'll be around the height of a full grown coyote either way. Killua landed on a tree branch directly above the smoking coyote, laying himself down onto the limb as he gazes down at the other. A curious look across his features as he looks at him. "Oi. You here to join this random place too old man?" Killua's tone is far from welcoming. In fact, the loner almost sounds like he's bored. Considering that he hadn't been officially accepted into this place, he isn't really considered an invader either if there is no one living here. "You know smoking will just kill ya." There is no sympathy in the albino serval's jaws as he speaks. He doesn't care if the other drops dead in front of him. Why should he? Killua doesn't know him and doesn't had any relation either. Whatever the coyote does is up to him. Maybe Killua is just lucky that coyotes can't climb trees. Raising one of his paws, he reaches into his satchel and pulls out a lollipop, before sticking it into his maw and swirling it around.
thunderclan -- apprentice -- male -- 6 moons -- [abbr=35lb albino serval w/ front metal claws and w/sapphire blue eyes - doesn't smell like anything - steps are completely silent and immune to poison and electricity - extreme difficulty - No Capture/Kill - attack in paleturquoise]tags (hover)[/abbr]
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the candid would hastily spit out the cigarette, stepping on it with his paw and snuffing out the flame as he let his gaze fall on the ivory domestic. he could tell that his claws had some sort of enhancements- after years of training and living in the deadlock gang, gun grew to have an eye out for things that were normally naked to the average eye. nothing over the top, of course; but the glint of the claws were something that caught his dull brown pupils. in fact, if killua were to have a good eye as well, they would most certainly see that gunslinger flicked his gaze down to the claws before landing them at their face.

"that ain't any of your business." he would drawl, hiding any emotion other than a misty layer of obviously fake confidence. his tail would flick back and forth, and after a few moments of standing in stiff silence he would eventually sit back down on his haunches, blinking a few times as he kept looking at killua. hell, this guy really reminded him of hanzo. and fuck- gunslinger loved hanzo. he honestly had no idea where the japanese man had gone. for a while he had actually forgotten about him, but after seeing this guy? it instantly brought memories. the serious look and persona, the way this kid talked- it made gun's heart twist in more ways than one. these thoughts would most certainly lead to some kind of crush in some kind of way in the future - gunslinger was extremely into people that were way out of his league - but for now, that wasn't the point.

for a moment he would rear his head back to crack his back silently, shaking his fur as he put his eyes back on the other, who was eating sweets now. "rottin' out y'alls teeth ain't much better."


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KILLUA
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It wasn't usual for Killua to freak out clanners when he suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After all, he had been known to sneak up on others without giving any apologies when it actually did happen. Why should he? It was their fault that they weren't looking around their surroundings after all. The ivory hued wildcat thought that without some of his powers he was actually quite noisy, while in actuality he was far from it. The male is an expert assassins, but he wasn' sure if he wanted to acquire that field of work anymore. The male had watched as the other practically freaked out as soon as the other had noticed him. Killua of course stayed up in the tree, meaning that he didn't have to worry about the other coming up toward him as coyotes can't climb. He noticed that the action that the coyote made as he had used his paw to try and grab something that wasn't there. Well that was certainly interesting. Had he lost something a long time ago and no longer had it anymore? It was obvious that the other seemed to be upset that there wasn't something there either. Killua didn't have to worry about losing anything as it was pretty easy for him to get everything together as he never carried anything with him other than himself. He of course had a couple weapons, but since he had left them back in the other clans he couldn't conjure them up right now. For the time being anyway. Killua didn't mind that though since his claws were good enough weapons for him to use either way. If the male was given any other type of weapon though, he would easily be able to figure out how to use it, having been trained in several different weapons. He knows that they aren't his favorite, especially knifes, because if he hits one with enough force his claws are able to cut through the blade like butter. He noticed the insecurity that the other seemed to have. Was he too close? Probably, even though he wasn't all that close to begin with either. A smirk was spread across the males jaws as it was obvious that the other was figuring out that he didn't stand a chance against the likes of him when it came to a battle. Even if he is young, he is still a wildcat and is already the size of a regular domestic cat that is full grown. He isn't something to be messed with, but he knows where to pick his fights and isn't stupid either.

Killua debated whether or not he should jump down to meet the other, but decided against it considering the others attitude. If he put the other on edge, the coyote would probably think that he would have no other choice but to defend himself in some sort of way. The assassin would at least think that's what the creature would do, having no idea how long this guy had actually been a loner up to this point. Living alone in the wild isn't exactly something that is easy to do for most creatures, as they find it incredibly lonely and they become high strung after a while. Obviously. Killua didn't bother to hide the claws that had replaced his claws that he had originally been born with. It was practically impossible anyway since they were the length to the point that he couldn't fully sheathe them either. Meaning that if he were to spar with someone, anyone, he was bound to scratch the hell out of them with his claws no matter who he went up against. It was just the simple fact that he couldn't completely sheathe his weapon of choice. Just because his claws are made out of metal doesn't mean they are heavy either, as they are made out of a durable metal that is capable of withstanding a lot of impact and stress up against them. They are light weight, and aren't easily bent if they want to be. Killua is quick the catch the other gaze toward his claws. He has gotten questions before as to why he had metal claws, and he simply says that he doesn't remember where he got them from. Who is anyone to deny that he doesn't know how he got the claws from? He of course can't forget how he had got them. Being awake during the operation after all. Having his original claws pulled out of their sockets, before having metal claws fitted into the sheathes so that they acted like real claws instead of just being metal claws that never sheathed themselves. He wondered what would happen though if he were to take that dumb hat off of the coyotes head. Would he be fast enough? Probably, but did he want to try it out all that badly? Not really. Killua couldn't help but let a low chuckle escape his jaws as he moved himself up onto the standing position on the branch that he was currently perched on. This guy was certainly interesting, and he wondered if the other wanted anything to do with this abandoned place. He didn't care if he was here or not too, right now Gun would be providing Killua with much needed entertainment for the time being. He could really try and do anything with any of the other wildlife here, but he would rather have someone to talk to and see exactly how he can press their buttons. The ivory hued serval walks over toward the end of the branch and lets himself drop down onto the ground below. He make sure to leave enough distance between him and the coyote. Although he will probably be faster than it if it tried to chase him anyway. Servals capable of reaching speeds almost as fast as a cheetah as long as they are able to get a good area of land to run along. He flicks one of his signature large ears, is satchel shifting at his side.

"Oh it is? Not like I really care. But you certainly seemed freaked out. What's wrong old man? Cat got your tongue?" A snicker would escape the serval's jaws as he could be seen flexing his metal claws into the earth below him. It was certainly funny just to think about it, and it was also a pun to himself too. Him being a feline and all. He raised one of his paws and waved the wrist in the air, a sigh escaping his jaws. Killua isn't exactly the type to say that he claims this kind of land, because in his mind it isn't all that great. Especially the museum that he has already explored and whatnot. Maybe this guy knew more than he did though as why there was no one even here right now. "Nē, rōjin (hey old man), if you were looking to find a clan here, you're out of luck. I've been around this place and there's no one here. So I honestly don't care what you're here for." Killua stated, starting off his sentence in Japanese. Having it been a while since he had last spoken to someone, it wasn't surprising that he ended up putting some of his native language into the way that he spoke in the first place. He flicked his shorted tail behind him, but Killua didn't sit himself down. Sitting himself down anywhere near a stranger could be a death sentence that he didn't exactly what. Besides, he knows that creatures have certain powers right now, and without his own his own inherit skills could only get him so far. Swirling the lollipop in his mouth though, he can't help but keep his smirk on his lips. Well, this guy didn't seem all that bad if he was able to dish back some insults. So this guy is able to keep Killua entertained for a small duration. "I least I'll still have lungs to breath with and not drown in my own blood when I breathe. Besides I don't get cavities genius." Killua snorts back toward the other, although his humor seems to be a little bit darker than an average clanners that's for sure. The Zoldyck thinks that his humor is perfectly fine though considering that it was the way him and his family joked with one another. But, there were clanners that he lived with for a certain amount of time and they didn't really like his jokes compared to others. What he meant by that he didn't get cavities though was that he made sure he didn't. He wasn't stupid and could easily regulate his diet if he wanted to. Thanks to the experiments he had gone through though, Killua's taste buds have been ravaged, meaning that he can't really taste certain foods thanks to the poison testing he went through that damaged the cells there.
thunderclan -- apprentice -- male -- 6 moons -- [abbr=35lb albino serval w/ front metal claws and w/sapphire blue eyes - doesn't smell like anything - steps are completely silent and immune to poison and electricity - extreme difficulty - No Capture/Kill - attack in paleturquoise]tags (hover)[/abbr]
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"There is someone here," remarked the canine as she came padding forward. "Keilani Hanover, Commander of ThunderClan." She carried herself upright with the ease of someone who had been in charge for a long time, despite having been leader for only a week or so. At the very least, she was a leader of a clan comprised of only herself and a few others, maybe three. "The two of you looking to join?"

[spoiler= *:・゚✧ WE NOT REACHING PEAKS ENOUGH  | 25 / 1]*:・゚✧ I AM THE DRAGON BREATHING FIRE, BEAUTIFUL MANE I'M THE LION

AND KEEP YOUR MONEY, I GOT MY OWN | GENERAL
keilani hanover ; kei, lani (preferred)
cisgender female ; she/her pronouns
three years ; may 12th ; taurus sun, libra rising
commander of thunderclan
leader of the earth house

GET A BIGGER SMILE ON MY FACE, BEING ALONE | APPEARANCE
larger-than-average bernese mountain dog (birth/main), will eventually have a tiger body for battles
thick-furred with an athletic build ; dark brown eyes with amber flecks ; tricolor pelt (tan, black, and white) with a white blaze down her chest ; has this scarred into her left flank ; suffers from resting bitch face, usual expression can only be explained as "tired of ur bullshit"
she has a septum piercing, and she'll occasionally wear a forest green bandana
human au faceclaim is dinah-jane hansen

BAD MOTHERFUCKER, GOD COMPLEX | PERSONALITY
enfj-a, "the protagonist"
unofficial stress momâ„¢ of thunderclan
conscientious ; motherly ; confident in her leadership abilities
good sense of humor ; "good" under pressure
stressed out ; won't hesitate to go tf off on anyone ; occasionally obsessive with certain things like the wellbeing of thunderclan ; intense pressure makes her cold and distant

MOTIVATE YOUR ASS, CALL ME MALCOM X | RELATIONSHIPS
demisexual heteromantic ; monogamous
single, not actively searching ; 1/2 nothing 
has probably adopted every single member of thunderclan as her child
npc x npc ; gen 1

YOU NOT LOVING HARD ENOUGH | OTHER
when she's stressed she has a tendency to bite at the air to release her pent-up frustration ; speaks two languages, english and samoan, but she uses english more often due to the lack of fellow samoan speakers in thunderclan ; she has an extremely high emotional and physical pain tolerance ; she loves children and is always open to adopting someone ; she's mastered the mom lookâ„¢
smells like lemongrass and ginger
she's probably internally screaming right now as we speak

YOU KNOW I GIVE YOU LIFE | INTERACTION
physically difficult ; mentally difficulty
won't start fights about 98% of the time, but won't hesitate to defend herself
no powers, so she fights the old-fashioned way
peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
ask for maiming and capturing, no torturing or death
attack in bold black
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[i]*:・゚✧ keilani _____ / commander of thunderclan / bio
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KILLUA
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Anyone would have to be deaf not to hear the large creature that was coming toward him. It was obvious that whoever it was wasn't worried about being stealthy. He didn't know how many loners were in this place and were just running around, but it didn't matter toward the ivory hued wildcat. Instead, the serval had made sure his satchel was on and began to make his way toward the tree, one of his large ears angled in the opposite direction counting down how many feet away the sounds were coming from. The assassin unsheathed his metal claws and sank them into the soft flesh of the tree. In the matter of moments, in practically one leap since a serval can leap up to nine feet, the other was perched up on a branch. From the sound of the pawsteps of the creature though, ti seemed to belong to some kind of dog, especially with the way the gait sounded coming from the direction that it was coming from. The wildcat didn't know what he felt about dogs, but they seemed to be more of a threat than the coyote that was stuck sitting down on the ground not too far away from him. Now at least 9ft off the ground, Killua didn't have to worry about any sort of dog trying to go after him. As dogs can't climb the tree that he's on, and if they did well they would be at a disadvantage as he would have the high ground too. Besides, a dog's fur wasn't the greatest protection out there, compared to that of like a dragon that has scales and everything. IT would be simple for him to kill a dog, which he has done several times before in the other clans that he has been in. The young male has no respect toward anyone around him unless they have the capability of having a large amount of fighting skill. From what he has seen, which is only one other creature, the candy eating male didn't consider this place to be much of a challenge in the first place. He had a bored look on his face now though as his sapphire blue optics looked in the direction of where the sound was coming from. Finally he was able to see what the figure was, and he had been right about it being a dog. Oh look at that, one of the largest dog species. Not much of a surprise to him as he expected most leaders to have larger bodies that they can transform into at any moment, because if they were a leader of the clan then they were easily targetted if one considered them a threat.

Both of his ears were now perked though when he heard the female's words. Wait. She was the leader of this place? Ha! That was a joke! Killua then began chuckling to himself and even laughed a little bit out loud, a smirk spread across his optics. Suddenly, a loud cracking sound could be heard as the albino serval crushed the lollipop that had been in his jaws, snapping his jaws together as he looked at the dog. "Oh! This place actually has someone that's been alive! What were you doing? Hybernating or something?" Killua snorted as he was really surprised how weak this place was. It was a lot weaker than Blizzardclan that was for sure, as size doesn't mean anything toward the ivory hued wildcat either. Size only means that that creature is incredibly slow. The assassin still had his long inch metal claws unsheathed and began to twist his paw into the air. This wasn't really anything personal, Killua acted like this when it came toward other clans. "Well I've already decided that I'm staying here a day ago. Not like you would have noticed me going through the museum or anything since there was no one to stop me." He of course was critizing how the female was running places here. The name sounded familiar though to him. Thunderclan. At least he knew the name of this place, and his gaze soon flickered over toward the coyote. How would the other react to something like this? Would he continue to join even if the other had someone approach him but Killua had been ignored completely and he just went around the place whenever he wanted, no members around to even stop him so he thought that this place was abandoned. Killua wasn't done talking though as he had a lot more to say. "I have to say rō fujin (old lady), that you probably should work on your scent markers. It practically smells like this place was abandoned a month ago. You got loners here and there just walking through this place. Also not that smart of you to announce your rank to a bunch of creatures that you don't know. It would be easy for any sort of enemy to come up and figure out who is leading and just get rid of them." Killua says with a snorts toward the other. He of course saying that he would be the one to kill her, but other creatures because considering that this was Thunderclan he can imagine that they have plenty of enemies already. He wasn't about to show any respect toward the leader though, as he found himself more stronger and capable than the older female. Killua didn't see anyone else to be worthy of his kind words unless they had the means to back them up in general. The smirk no longer on his features, instead it was a bored look that was placed on his facial features.
thunderclan -- apprentice -- male -- 6 moons -- [abbr=35lb albino serval w/ front metal claws and w/sapphire blue eyes - doesn't smell like anything - steps are completely silent and immune to poison and electricity - extreme difficulty - No Capture/Kill - attack in paleturquoise]tags (hover)[/abbr]
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Killua's attitude only made Keilani quirked a skeptical brow. The reason she hadn't been around to accept the new joiners was not because she'd been hibernating, though that would have been nice, but because she'd been working her ass off to put the clan she'd grown up in back together. She wasn't expecting a pat on the back or anything, but some respect would've been nice, especially coming from someone who was a sixth of her age. If he hadn't been up the tree, Keilani would've picked up him by his scruff and walked off towards the museum. Luckily for him, climbing trees had never been Keilani's specialty. She preferred to have all four feet planted firmly on the ground, the stereotypical Taurus she was.

At his later criticisms, the woman stood unmoved. "Tamaitiiti, child," she chided, "You should probably work on that little mouth of yours. You've only been here for a day or so and you're already getting on my nerves, which isn't very smart of you. ThunderClan has no enemies, so there's no need for secrecy. If you want to be here in ThunderClan, you will listen to me. This is my Clan, so you will do as I say. Understand?"

She didn't wait for an answer before turning back to Gunslinger. He was the one at the border with an unknown motive -- so it would be unwise of her to waste her energy chewing out the serval. "Hello," the female greeted, an easy smile forming on her maw. "You already know who I am now, so may I ask you what you're doing in ThunderClan territory?"

[spoiler= *:・゚✧ WE NOT REACHING PEAKS ENOUGH  | 25 / 1]*:・゚✧ I AM THE DRAGON BREATHING FIRE, BEAUTIFUL MANE I'M THE LION

AND KEEP YOUR MONEY, I GOT MY OWN | GENERAL
keilani hanover ; kei, lani (preferred)
cisgender female ; she/her pronouns
three years ; may 12th ; taurus sun, libra rising
commander of thunderclan
leader of the earth house

GET A BIGGER SMILE ON MY FACE, BEING ALONE | APPEARANCE
larger-than-average bernese mountain dog (birth/main), will eventually have a tiger body for battles
thick-furred with an athletic build ; dark brown eyes with amber flecks ; tricolor pelt (tan, black, and white) with a white blaze down her chest ; has this scarred into her left flank ; suffers from resting bitch face, usual expression can only be explained as "tired of ur bullshit"
she has a septum piercing, and she'll occasionally wear a forest green bandana
human au faceclaim is dinah-jane hansen

BAD MOTHERFUCKER, GOD COMPLEX | PERSONALITY
enfj-a, "the protagonist"
unofficial stress momâ„¢ of thunderclan
conscientious ; motherly ; confident in her leadership abilities
good sense of humor ; "good" under pressure
stressed out ; won't hesitate to go tf off on anyone ; occasionally obsessive with certain things like the wellbeing of thunderclan ; intense pressure makes her cold and distant

MOTIVATE YOUR ASS, CALL ME MALCOM X | RELATIONSHIPS
demisexual heteromantic ; monogamous
single, not actively searching ; 1/2 nothing 
has probably adopted every single member of thunderclan as her child
npc x npc ; gen 1

YOU NOT LOVING HARD ENOUGH | OTHER
when she's stressed she has a tendency to bite at the air to release her pent-up frustration ; speaks two languages, english and samoan, but she uses english more often due to the lack of fellow samoan speakers in thunderclan ; she has an extremely high emotional and physical pain tolerance ; she loves children and is always open to adopting someone ; she's mastered the mom lookâ„¢
smells like lemongrass and ginger
she's probably internally screaming right now as we speak

YOU KNOW I GIVE YOU LIFE | INTERACTION
physically difficult ; mentally difficulty
won't start fights about 98% of the time, but won't hesitate to defend herself
no powers, so she fights the old-fashioned way
peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
ask for maiming and capturing, no torturing or death
attack in bold black
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[b][i]YOU AIN'T TRYING HARD ENOUGH
[i]*:・゚✧ keilani _____ / commander of thunderclan / bio
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KILLUA
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He knew about the clans. He knew plenty about them considering that he had lived with them for around 5 months in total before finally leaving the place once they had nothing to offer. The only reason he was returning toward these clans was the factor that it would be easier for him to do so in the first place. He wasn't about to go back toward the castle that he was once kept up in for most of his life. He hated that place and wanted nothing to do with it. He was pretty sure that his family didn't know about these clans that were farther off than the rest of them. Which is great for Killua since he's technically just using the clans to get the hell away from his deranged family. He already knows that the family member that would most likely track him down was Illumi. Meaning he had to figure out how to deal with his older brother when the time came. Which is extremely difficult for him now that he didn't have any of his powers yet. Killua almost cursed out loud when he didn't realized that he had his powers anymore. Which means he would become nothing but a rag doll to the massive black tiger that he was related to. Which isn't the greatest thing in the world, but he would figure out how to manage. He only needs one month, he finally decides. One month to train himself for someone that might not even come to get him, but the other had done it before in Blizzardclan at least. The assassin knows that he only has to worry about his Illumi, and he doesn't have to worry about his father potentially coming for him. Knowing that there is no way he will be able to fight against his father, who is a dragon and a lot stronger than he is right now. He only needs one month to figure out what the hell his brother did to him and get his power back. As far as he is concerned, the female below him wasn't the strongest he had ever seen. He was more worried about dealing with his family rather than dealing with a simple Thunderclanner. He remembered the name from the clans that he used to live in. Maybe they had similar names but were also different at the same time? He wasn't about to ask just yet.

The assassin watched as the female seemed to not like the truth that he spoke. He of course was just trying to make her angry, as it was the only form of entertainment that this place can offer the young male right now. The female wouldn't have even been able to grab the feline if she had tried while he was on the ground. It would certainly be funny to see her try at least, as he probably would have killed her if she tried. Killua still having the mindset that he is stronger than all the clanners that he has met. He quickly notices that she is speaking some sort of language that he doesn't exactly know. But he can reckon that she's telling him to shut up. Fair enough. "Urusei, furui hagu (shut up old hag), I don't care if I get on your nerves or not. I don't really care who you are either because unless you have the means to earn respect from me you aren't getting anything. I don't know who you are, so you might as well make a decent first impression of yourself. And everyone is bound to have enemies. This is Thunderclan right? Bound to be a pro-clan considering how the other one was. That means all anti-clans are going to be at your throat in a matter of moments. And I don't have to listen to you, besides this place needs as many members as it can get and if it's anything like the other clans I've been in, then you'll accept me here regardless because you'd rather have someone than no one." He of course was speaking logically. Considering how easy it had been for him to get here, it didn't matter what the Thunderclan leader tried to do with him. She hadn't expressed any powers with her emotions, and he knew how the clans acted toward joiners. He wasn't threatening, he was just being annoying. Although the sounds of his metal claws flexing in the bark may be considered to be a threat but a small one. After all, he was just a kid one right? What were the chances that the female would think that she could easily best him in a battle? This is the reason why Killua thinks that most adults are just complete idiots, thinking that they are tougher just because they are older and have more 'knowledge'. It was a bunch of crap toward the assassin as he knew more than that.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO
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