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[Belladonna]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Long before Belladonna decided to join, she met Beck as he started to gather the pieces of his group together - and now, all this time later, she was taking him up on his offer. The shady she-cat padded through the swamp as rain pounded against her head above, her fur already becoming slicked by the water as it flooded down her coat. She'd made a stupid decision by trying to join during a rainstorm.

But where else did she have to go? her mother was dead, her old clan was hunting her down, and she had no clue who her father was - all she had by her side was a large book of herbs with her mother's writing hiding secrets in the margin, and a small satchel her mother had made for her - already clearly stuffed to the brim with herbs.

She seemed to find what she could recognize as a border - although the scent was muddled and fresh, it was weak as well. She could smell more odd scents as well, very earthen and raw, moist - ah, swamps. Not her favourite. She hoped they had a place for a bath. "Hello? anyone home?" she called out into the freezing cold wind, hoping for the best. She hoped she hadn't just wondered into a death trap.