the wires got the best of him ( open, joining )

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    a clouded serval's faded blue optics focused on the heat, and sand. lots of sand, yes; after all he the male was in a desert. though not just any desert, this particular desert had a clan roaming about it. that clan was exactly the place komaeda wanted to live in, as his parents, well, and simply left him. surprisingly though, komaeda didn't really wish for blanca and blair to die a tragic death-- he believed it was his fault all along. well, as long as the two lovers felt a spark of hope from it.
    "this is it." komaeda mumbled, narrowing his eyes and pulled off a smug expression. yes, this was it; bloodclan. well, now to wait.

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    The voice unmistakeable belonged to the Utonagan puppy known as Serpentine. The canine was adorned with three main colors, burgundy-tinted optics the cherry on top. He was still somewhat a puppy, but the Deputy had shown that size definitely did not make you any less fierce. Shit, even at this body's age, he could scare a muscular middle-aged male out of his wits. Narrowing his eyes accusingly at the joiner, he wrinkled his nose.

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    woah, did that little fluffball just speak like that? komaeda stared at the canine for a few moments, then glancing around trying to see if anyone else had said such words. seeing no other in a couple of meters, the serval decided to accept that this pup had been the one speaking. "i hope to join bloodclan." he decided to be straightforward with his response, although there really wasn't much more he could add on to it. standing taller, ko focused on the canine-- no matter how badly his eyes wanted to wander about.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]"You hope to join? Don't get your hopes up." He muttered. "State three things you have, aside from being a Serval and doing mad hops, that will benefit BloodClan. We don't take in shitty mouths to feed. We already have to feed each other and our own." The Utonagan pup threatened.

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    "something that would benefit you all, now?" komaeda mumbled, his voice slowly trailing off. what exactly was he good for? well, nothing he could think of. the clouded serval was simply the prince of hope, and that was all. suddenly, ko didn't feel as optimistic as he usually was. damnit, he walked all the through a desert to find a clan with high standards; niiiiice. he couldn't think of any useful attributes that he had, nothing. how wonderful indeed.

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    [justify]Melantha approached quietly. She said nothing, as serpentine seed to have everything under control. But you never know what crazy shit could go down, so she decided to stay.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]Now, this guy was testing his patience to the extreme. The Utonagan pup tried - oh her tried - to be patient, but from his dark-colored nose to the tip of his tail, he was twitching with such extremity that he barked, snapping. "How fucking hard is it? State three bloody things. Are you that fucking useless?" The deputy growled, burgundy-tinted eyes narrowing to measly slits.

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    "ah, i suppose so." komaeda replied, then smiling-- yes, smiling. in fact, the serval even broke out in a light chuckle. he didn't even notice the wolf approach, as he was simply in his own twisted world as of now. now you may be asking, had he simply gone mad just from that? the answer is simple: no, as ko had always been on the brink of insanity, although he didn't have an unsettling aura like most others though. typically, once you meet him, you'll think he's a pretty good guy; but then the gears start to turn. turning, turning they are.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]You could almost hear Serpentine's teeth grinding, if not for the fact that the sound was trapped in a wet cavern of tongues and teeth. He was fucking done. "FOR FUCKS SAKE, STATE ONE BLOODY THING BEFORE I PUNT YOUR SORRY ASS BACK TO WHEREVER YOU CAME FROM." The Utonagan puppy grunted.

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    "no-th-ing." oh gosh, he sure was asking for it, and yet he couldn't even realize it. as komaeda spoke those words, his smile grew a bit wider, and at this point you wouldn't even be able to tell if he was amused by the canine's anger or not.
    maybe he should've tried joining from the opposite side of bloodclan. oh well, too late now.

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    [font=arial][color=#8a8a8a]They say it's what you make...
    I say it's up to fate...
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    [justify][sup][color=#8a8a8a][size=8][font=georgia]"It's official. We have a fucking useless person wanting to join for no damn reason," The maned wolf growled, plopping down next to Serp. Knight wasn't going to warn the trespasser what rage the Utonagan pup was about to release.
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    The cheetah joined Knight, frowning slightly. Was it that hard? Did trespassers really think they could just walk right in and be accepted? Inkdeath nodded to Serpentine, deciding she'd stick around to watch, as she didn't have any needy things to do right now.


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    Ali sauntered over, standing next to Inkdeath and Knight. "Your so damn dead, fresh meat." She commented lightly, ears flattering as she glanced at Serpentine slowly -- she liked to watch the deputy beat the fuck out of people.













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    Moderate
    Pm Kill
    Pm Capture
    Pm Serious Injure




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    BloodClan
    Generation 8
    First Tier
    Tabby
    #alisonfaber




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    Super Senses
    Memory Manipulation




    [size=9pt]{ Parents }[/size]
    Jacky Faber
    Cataclysm




    [size=9pt]{ Siblings }[/size]
    Dearlea
    Permakit
    Sundae
    Adriana
    Corbett
    Stella Fracta
    Melantha
    Charlie
    Hummingkit




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    none currently




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    Serpentine Harbringer (uncle)
    Missilefire (uncle)
    Risencorpse (uncle)
    Grim (uncle)
    Coppermine (uncle)




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    the king cheetah joined them, appearing from air to watch. His golden brown optics lit up with interest.

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    I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST
    LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS

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    They were scaring off a potential recruit? It was a bit stupid in his mind. However, Bertholdt couldn't find the courage to say it. The black caracal just frowned slightly at the situation, his green eyes flicking from Serpentine to the poor loner. What could he do?


    "T-they could always prove themselves otherwise once they j-join," Bertholdt mumbled to the others, not entirely too happy with their attitudes towards life. [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 0.5pt; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; color: #cccccc; width: 330pt; margin-left: -7pt;]wings of liberty[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; overflow:auto; width: 250px; height: 30px; opacity: 0.3;]

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    Nodding with Acantha, the Utonagan puppy took the opportunity to give the felidae a huge smack across the face with his good paw. If this recruit was to be cocky, then he would get paid for t. Shit, he was pissing Serp off. How hard was it? Shooting a glare towards Bertholdt, the Deputy wrinkled his nose. "Why should he? All he has to fucking do is state that he can hunt or fight. One thing. One damn thing. Komaeda-bitch, if you don't tell me one decent trait you have you can go right now before I beat the shit out of you."

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    Bertl almost winced at Serpentine's response. The black caracal's tail twitched a bit before his eyes slid from their forms and onto the ground again. Hm. Wasn't he just the idiot? With a small half-smile, he realized this was probably where Ymir got her bitchy side from. [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 0.5pt; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; color: #cccccc; width: 330pt; margin-left: -7pt;]wings of liberty[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#000000 borderwidth=0px; overflow:auto; width: 250px; height: 30px; opacity: 0.3;]

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    ouch, komaeda really felt that.
    although enjoying seeing the deputy pissed off, he decided it probably would be better if he were to actually join bloodclan in one piece. now you see; the problem was that komaeda liked to say that he wasn't technically worthy of anything-- to the point where it gets quite annoying.
    noticing the caracal actually trying to be pleasant, the serval slipped him a smile, then focusing back on serpentine. okay, fighting. being the masochist he was, komaeda never fought back. he assumed he knew how to though, he'd seen others practice enough as a kit. now hunting was a different story. he'd hunted before, because how the hell else would he have gone from darkclan to bloodclan? even so, the serval pondered if there even was prey here. obviously he's been ignoring the giant oasis formed around-- who knew that someone even could.
    "pretty sure i can hunt. who knows if there's something else useful i can do." ko finally said at last, even if it really went against his personality.