Sтαιηє∂Cℓαη -- CAMP THREAD

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^{a little party never killed nobody,}
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]"good morning, Jarvan, sir," the general called as he padded over to the co-leader. He stopped to the side of him and surveyed his pelt, taking in the effect of the wind on fur. "How are you this fine morning?" Kefir wondered if Jarvan would tell the truth instead of just a quick, efficient reply. A lot of cats seemed to do that these days which was strange, seeing as he needed to know who would be a risk to put in battles.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; color: white;]^{and we gon' dance until we drop.}[/fancypost]

Jigsaw lay in his nest in the bell tower. The sun burned hot outside, a sign that Apollo was with him, as he always was. The tawny caracal yawned, as he climbed down from the bell tower.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; color: white;]Kefir Brahm.
^{a little party never killed nobody,}
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]the slight breeze brought the scent of the senior leader towards them, and Kefir turned, dipping his head to the caracal. "Jigsaw, sir," the black footed wildcat said in greeting.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; color: white;]^{and we gon' dance until we drop.}[/fancypost]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; color: white;]Kefir Brahm.
^{try to slip past his defense}
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]"of course, sir," Kefir replied, watching the higher up through amber eyes. He did not press, for he did not want to anger anyone higher up on the food chain than him.
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[font=times new roman]Rolar was quietly sitting, with the bird Skeet perched carefully on his shoulder. The black jaguar looked over as Hy came in, and he dipped his head to her. "Thanks." He then sent a message to Skeet, "Help me sort these?" The bird nodded helpfully and opened the cloth, fluttering off with a small bundle as the three legged feline looked to Hysteria with a smile.

Jigsaw stretched himself out, and spoke in his deep, powerful voice. "I'm going to the Evergreen Glade." the leader announced as he exited through the doors and made his way into the forest.

[font=times new roman]Rolar perked his ears and struggled to his three legs. Skeet quickly finished sorting the herbs, then glided over to the jaguar's shoulder. The feline gave a slight grunt to Hysteria, saying something like, "Sorry, I'll be right back." He hobbled over to the source of the voice, and his yellow eyes bright, asked, "That'd be me. Whatcha need?" Funny, most often people came looking for Jigsaw, or Jarvan. Hmm, though maybe they were out.

A large tom sat down, deep in thought. He dark tabby pelt had been well groomed, although the executive always have this much time. Syllabusmemory had shook his head, peering away from the ground. "No..can't do that.." He mumbled towards himself as he looked around for anyone to talk to. He wasn't doing anything so it would be nice to talk to someone if they weren't going to mess around.

[font=times new roman]Rolar nodded. "Ah, that was Jarvan. He's a co-leader here." Skeet chirped something thoughtfully, and the jaguar added, "Well, 'here', is Stainedclan." There were a variety of different questions that usually followed that one, but Rolar began to list of the answers in his head of the most common ones.

Jigsaw returned from the Glade, deep in thought. He spotted the newcomer. "Ah, hello. My name is Jigsaw, and I am a senior leader here in StainedClan." his deep voice rumbled.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; color: white;]Kefir Brahm.
^{try to slip past his defense}
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]Kefir watched the unknown cat through narrowed eyes. A joiner, perhaps?
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Syllabusmemory had eyed the newcomer for a few seconds, before turning back. He would learn about him later... Also cats surrounded the new cat. He bet a large cat joining would only make things worse. He went back to grooming, smiling towards himself.