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    [ ic; ] Trackerjacker had been walking around for a few hours, checking out any empty log cabins, trying to find a good one, and he had finally settled on a nice two roomed log cabin with a fireplace, and a lot of furniture. It was not too far, not too close. He could walk back to the thunder castle, but he was also far enought to have some privacy for his planned club.


    But oh man! This place was a wreck! The door in between the two rooms was completely ripped off, laying on the floor. There was trash everywhere, and the old furniture was sturdy, but dirty. Tracker gripped a stick in his mouth and began to sweep all the large chunks of trash out the door. He pushed all the junk out of the fireplace, and swept that out of the front door as well. Moving to the second room with his makeshift 'broom' the young cheetah swept that place clean of trash too, and pushed it out of the door with the rest of the trash.


    He grabbed a few pine needle branches, and using those as better brooms, swept the fire place, and both rooms free of dust, cobwebs, and coal and wood splinters. The rooms gleamed with the cleanness. Before messing with the furniture, Tracker half shoved, half dragged the broken door between the two rooms out and leaned it against the log cabin. He began to dig, and he buried all the trash under dirt, and packed it hard. Then, he covered it with ice and snow to make it look like its surroundings.


    Purring with satisfaction, he went back inside. "Wow!" he breathed to himself. "It's so clean!" He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, but then moved on to the furniture. He pushed it all into the second, furthest from the door, room, and arranged it all in a semi circle around a large, soft leather covered, tan chair and foot stool. There were two couches, the large tan chair and foot stool, a wooden table, and a dark brown stump.


    The large tan chair was his meeting chair, but he pushed the footstool next to the chair for another to sit on. All the furniture was covered with soft brown, cracked leather, except the two wooden objects: the table and the stump. After all the furniture was arranged in the second room, he dig one last dusting off of the room, and walked back into the first room.


    The first room had the fireplace, which he set out to clean. He rubbed it with snow and leaves, to make it shine. Then he dusted off the first room one last time, purring slightly. The first room was completely empty except for the fireplace, but he was going to add stuff later. Today, he was just focused on cleaning and repairing the first and second rooms, as well as cleaning, repairing, and arranging the furniture in the second room.


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    [ ooc; ] This is the build of all the furniture, but forget the coverings of it all. All the non-wooden furniture is covered with soft, slightly cracked leather. (: Again, sorry for the length of this post. I know the pictures can be kinda annoying, but I wanted you guys to be able to see. Haha. Also, this is gonna be the home of his club.


    Large tan chair that belongs to Tracker:


    [img width=479 height=510]http://www.alpexstar.si/prod/old_chair1_large.jpg[/img]


    Foot stool next to the chair that belongs to Tracker's club-to-be members:


    [img width=510 height=382]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLk4…/s1600/Original+Stool.jpg[/img]


    Couch number one:


    [img width=510 height=381]http://extras.mnginteractive.c…130227_034549_sofa001.JPG[/img]


    Couch number two:

    [img width=510 height=380]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DAZC…37ifWL4a8/s1600/couch.bmp[/img]


    Wooden table:


    [img width=510 height=285]http://www.jaysanders.com/images/Sanders_P_11_0002.jpg[/img]


    Dark wooden stump:


    [img width=510 height=510]https://s3.amazonaws.com/asset…rge/260902.jpg?1384862721[/img]


    Interior of the log cabin:


    [img width=510 height=342]http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/…r-of-an-old-log-cabin.jpg[/img]

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    Bal had been strolling around the village when he spotted a cheerful cheetah darting in and out of a cabin, very busy and so immersed that he did not notice the deputy. Deciding to check it out, he padded forward and stuck his head in through the door.


    "What are you d-doing?" He inquired, scanning around the meticulously tidied cabin for the cheerful and active feline known as Trackerjacker.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] "Cleaning my clubhouse." Tracker purred. "This is gonna be the club for activity. Not just anyone can join. I have to invite you. We will be able to do an array of things around the clan. This first room," The young cheetah cub said, walking into the empty room with the fireplace, "will be for whatever project we are working on, and this room," He said, walking through the doorway without a door, into the second, darker, room with all the furniture, "will be our meeting room. That big tan chair in the front is my chair, and all the furniture in the half circle around it is for all the members. Anyways, this club is all for helping the clan. We will do projects that help the clan, and have fun while doing it. I'm gonna scout for a few members first, to start off the club, and then we will develop rankings together. What do you think?"
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  • The young cub appeared, peering into the rooms with interest. "My cabin is smaller, but that's for myself." That didn't sound selfish did it? He didn't want it to come off as selfish and self-centered, Phoenix was anything but. Sitting down just inside the door, the cub peered around once again, it seemed so clean. Curling his tail over his paws, the young male tilted his head lightly, watching Tracker show Ballad around.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] "Cool, Phoenix! Does anyone know where Nefa is?" He asked, head cocked. Nefa and Ballad were the first two on his invite list. He didn't want to hurt Phoenix's feelings, as the cub was very active, but Tracker wanted a small club made up out of the most active members in the clan, and Nefa and Ballad were just more active. Although, Phoenix was considered a friend of his, in Tracker's mind. He was mulling over inviting the smaller snow leopard. He liked him well enough. He could be very useful.
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  • Waves padded over. She heard the last comment and replied by shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know where they are." meowed the silver tabby, her blue eyes looking a little sorry. "But I'm sure that they will be here soon."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] "Nafa is not a 'they.'" Tracker shot the new cat a glare. He got protective of his friends. If Nefa would even count him as a friend. He might think he was too 'cool' to have cub as a friend.
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  • Phoenix, not even phased by the fact that both his father and Ballad were active, he knew that. Not was he hurt about Tracker wanting them first, partly cause he couldn't hear Tracker's thoughts and partly because he wouldn't get offended over it. Everyone had their opinions, however, someone else may have been highly offended. Shrugging gently, the cub glanced to the newcomer, narrowing his eyes slightly. "He should be around here. Maybe out hunting or doing something else productive."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] Yeah, okay. Phoenix was cool. He wanted him in the club. "Yeah, your dad would go insane, I think, if he was locked in a padded room with absolutely nothing to do. I'd bet he would try and turn the padding on the wall into something useful to help the tribe." He chuckled. "Hey, Phoenix, Ballad, would you guys come on a walk with me?" He asked, a sly grin on his face.
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  • Chuckling softly at the image of his father clawing vainly at walls and trying to do something productive, Phoenix nodded a bit in response, still chuckling. Turning around, the snow leopard cub stood out on the steps, waiting for both Ballad and Tracker, tail brushing softly over the little pieces of snow littered on the ground.

  • [align=center][size=10][font=cambria]Oh, Phoenix and Trackerjacker knew Nefarious so well. The Head Count had been out slaughtering small prey animals, as usual, and was currently padding into the camp. Super Senses on and his body aching with tiredness, the ebony-spotted brute dropped his contribution on the fresh-kill pile and began searching for those most important to him via super senses. First up--his kids. Phoenix appeared to be standing alone on the steps of a nondescript log cabin, which also housed Trackerjacker, Ballad, and an unfamiliar she-cat. Sloping towards the small group of StormTriber he let out a weary chuff as he drew closer. "Hiii."


    /bad post i'm so sorry

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] Tracker smiled. "Great! Nefa I was just looking for you! Want to join my club? It's for active tribe members who want to help the clan. I'll give you the your if you want, but our house is pretty small."
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  • "What's uppppppppppp?" The red tabby called, wearing his neon-green-pink-outlined shades and everything. The perfectionist fellow trotted over to the scene, mentally cringing when he saw the state the clubhouse was in. Yeesh. It needed some serious TLC and awesome decorating skills, which, he possessed. Aspen flicked his shades down to his nose, so he could stare through green eyes at Trackerjacker. He seemed.....like, the color electrifying orange, because frankly, he looked really energetic. No, perhaps he was more.....yellow. Whatever.


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    [align=center][size=10][font=cambria]"Oh, sure. I'll join." Nefarious spoke without hesitation, but he felt a slight flicker of apprehension. Would this club cut into the already limited time he could spend with his family? Would it affect his work? No. he simply wouldn't allow that. "Who are the other members?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] "So far? Ballad and Phoenix, if they accept, and you, and me!" He chirped, smiling at Aspen. "Hey!"
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    [align=center][size=10][font=cambria]"Oh, cool!" neat, his son and his friend were both in the club!

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    By the Shores of Silver Lake Darling-Praelium | Tribe of Many Storms | Amour Darling xx Abbadus Praelium | Cheetah
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    "This place is nice,"
    The white cheetah whistled as she came in.
    "Wait, can I still come in even if I'm not a member?"
    She asked her brother, backing out of the cabin.


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    Well then. He had just assumed that the cub had been playing around, but in reality he had desired to create a club. Smiling briefly, he nodded. "Yes, I'll join." Hopefully no one would feel left out later on, but for now no one seemed to mind.
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