i got taken out for a bath [open, joining]

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    The spotted tom had been traveling for a bit, he was comfortable with his life as a loner. He had no issues hunting or providing for himself, but his life had been filled with routine activities that cramped his enjoyment for his former life and so Cornelius decided on a change - becoming a clanner. He did not care pro or anti, he just wanted to be surrounded with more interesting individuals and so the serval waited at the border for another to arrive to accept him.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center]i'm half a heart without you[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 55px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: center]ANITA BAZAN


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    [justify][sup]and that individual would be anita. the polar bear could see cornleius' spotted pelt from her position as she basked in the sunlight and proceeded to walk towards the joiner with a kind smile. "hello, what is your name and business here at scarclan?" the advisor asked.[/fancypost]


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    HPR SCARCLAN CUBS

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; margin-top: -12px; margin-bottom: -5px][align=center]GABRIEL ![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][size=8]Gabriel padded up besides Anita, staring at the loner with that maniacal icy gaze and occasionally glancing at his butt. Delicious. Classy, huh?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=rosybrown; width: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; color: white;]cecil !
    and all, all of my friends let me know
    that it's all in my head!
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]"Name and business?" Cecil inquired, shouldering through the undergrowth and revealing himself to the smaller mammal. His dark oculars flicked over the newcomer, a welcoming glint in their brown depths. Humming and rocking back on his heels, the glacier bear merely waited for a response.
    [woops ninja'd]
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    [fancypost bgcolor= rosybrown; fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; color: white;]there's no room to be blue! everything will be fine!
    i'll be making it [u]through!    [/fancypost]

    The serval looked up at the bear, blinking. The last time he had seen a bear she was trying to take a bite out of his ass for going too close to her nest, it was a nice refresher to see one not try to kill him. "Greetings." Cornelius mewed a simple flick of his ear following, "Cornelius Ehmry. I've come to join." Short and simple, seemed like a better approach if they wanted to know more, they could ask, but he hated small talk, and others who liked to blabber on and on for no reason, looking up he awaited the next set of instructions.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=rosybrown; width: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; color: white;]cecil !
    and all, all of my friends let me know
    that it's all in my head!
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]"Pledge your loyalty and you're in! Simple as that." Cecil quipped lightly, nodding as he did so. Joiners, joiners, joiners. It was good to have newcomers.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= rosybrown; fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; color: white;]there's no room to be blue! everything will be fine!
    i'll be making it [u]through!    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Valerie prowled over from behind Cecil, coming to a stop beside the knight and Gabriel. Waiting for the foreigner to swear loyalty, the deputy busied herself with quietly scraping her dull claws against the ground, trying to make it look like she was doing something while her thoughts went ballistic in her head; she wanted to talk to someone about her little 'situation' thing, and she even though she was really intimidated, she wanted to talk to Husher about it. Or someone else; though there weren't many people she trusted, she just needed to talk to someone about it.

    The tom raised on of his front paws and gave a friendly smile, "I swear to be loyal." Carnelius then turned his head towards the others, so many there were. "Hello there." He mewed a flick of his tail in greeting.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=rosybrown; width: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; color: white;]cecil !
    and all, all of my friends let me know
    that it's all in my head!
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]Brightening significantly, Cecil grinned and stuck out a huge paw for the newcomer to shake. "Welcome! I'm Cecil and these are my buds! We're all very nice here. Welcome to Scarclan!" He rambled, introducing himself and preforming a mock bow.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= rosybrown; fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; color: white;]there's no room to be blue! everything will be fine!
    i'll be making it [u]through!    [/fancypost]

    It seemed odd to him that a clan with the name scar it it was full of friendly folks, he was thankful for that either way but it just confirmed his theory of evil just being a construct of one's mind and that the 'bad guys' simply were doing what they thought they had to for survival. This was after all the wild and he had done many things in his life to prove that one would do anything to survive in the end. Even in cases of being suicidal one's body will fight the very hardest they can against something killing them. The tom blinked and stretched out his paw as well shaking the other male's hand, breaking out of his train of thought.


    "Thank you, could you perhaps explain the group to me a bit?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=rosybrown; width: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; color: white;]cecil !
    and all, all of my friends let me know
    that it's all in my head!
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]"Well, we're neither pro or anti-clan as a whole, and everyone is free to make their own decisions on who they're allied with, but if an ally of theirs attacks the clan as a whole they still have to fight. We have three cell blocks, manned by our king Grenth, Grym, and Husher. I am second-in-command of Grenth's cell block, which is cell block A." Cecil rambled, maintaining his cheerful tone.
    "We live in a prison surrounded by infected angry experiments-gone-wrong, so don't let them bite you! Also, we're basically neutral-good, but will do bad things to help allies."
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    [fancypost bgcolor= rosybrown; fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; color: white;]there's no room to be blue! everything will be fine!
    i'll be making it [u]through!    [/fancypost]

    "Welcome mister! I'm Butters The Merciful! Do you want me to show you all around?" He asked. He'd never given anyone a tour before, but it sounded like fun!