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    [justify][size=8]The caracal figured this BloodClan seemed pretty cool, so she came into the territory to join it. A pleasant surprise awaited her at the border; a bloody river, bones and skulls. So the clan really was as awesome as she had heard, if not more awesome. Cent got fairly deep into the territory, then decided to just sit by and lick the fur on her chest with her rough feline tongue. If the clan members were not total dumbasses, they would soon find her. If not, the clan wasn't worth joining.

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    "Name and business dear?" The serval said sweetly as to what they were doing there. Indeed the clan was not dumbasses, and Larkpaw was fast to make it at that. Dark amber eyes looking at the caracal with great interest, there were only three here at the time it seemed. Cata... A few others. She remembered seeing them. Curiosity caught her cheetah like spots that glistened in the hot desert sun. Caracals were interesting. They had pretty eyes as well, to say the least. Beautiful amber optics. Hers were a bit unusually dark amber eyes, but either way, the serval let them glide side to side in curiosity, Larkpaw listening closely.

    [justify][size=8]A smile appeared on the little caracal's face as she looked up at the significantly bigger cat. She would probably be just as big if she were as old as her, but Cent was just one month old. Haha, a smile, right? Well, what Cent called a smile. Her smile wasn't sweet, as smiles usually are, but appeared to be more like a smirk. A mischievous smirk, promising devilish attitude. Because the caracal indeed was a little devil. A little form, but boy, was she short tempered and sassy! "Had a sunny day or are you trying to tell me that I look like a little kitty? So adorable," she said rather snappily, referring to the sickening sweetness in the serval's voice, then rolled her eyes and offered Larkpaw the most honest-looking of smiles she could to make up for the little taunt. "Centella Ardiente. I wondered if I could join," the caracat said in the tone she usually used when she was normally chatting with someone, which had an edge of friendliness, but sounded overally casual.

    Larkpaw frowned as the caracal mocked her cute gentle voice. Larkpaw sometimes over-reacted, but not very often. "I can tell you won't fit in well if your going to talk rudely like that." She muttered, before she raised her voice. "Swear loyalty and a third tier should accept you." The serval mewed. She wasn't tipped in her mood yet, but if the little kitten kept sassing her she might lose her temper. She still, kept a graceful and calm voice although her eyes were staring right through her. Larkpaw already knew she may not like this caracal.

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    [justify][font=arial][sup][size=7pt][color=#000000]"Swear your loyalty and I'll accept you." The tigress replied smoothly as she appeared out of thin air thanks to invisibility. Her sharp black horns caught the light as Canada sat down and drew her stripped tail across her paws, waiting.
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    [justify][sup][font=georgia]He didn't like her attitude, reminded him somewhat of his old mistress, but Pandemic said nothing, padding over anyway and shaking out the chains that choked his throat. "How nice." the wolf grunted in a disapproving tone, dark golden eyes flitting over the caracal.
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    [font=georgia]and i found that the u n d e r b e l l y ' s sicker than it seems

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    Wouldn't fit in with a rude attitude? Well he would argue differently but eh. Padding over beside Canada, the cougar flicked an ear in greeting to his recently made acquaintance and dropped his gaze on the caracal cub. Damn, she was tiny but kitty had claws definitely.
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    [justify][size=8]Cent noticed she might've pissed Larkpaw off, heard her disapproving words, even, but she didn't care. She didn't like when people treated her like an adorable little toy. The serval started it. She asked for it. She might as well have put a pink bow on Cent's neck and made her a wreath of flowers, then put a sign that read 'cute' in front of her and put her up on a shelf in a toy store. Cent just pointed it out in her own sassy way. She was used to sassing at others and being sassed right back at, it was almost like her daily routine. She thought it was cool, teasing your friends like that sometimes. It was her favorite kind of entertainment. Ah well, this poor thing just didn't seem to understand. Cent pitied her, she truly did. Turning to the tiger that seemed to come out of nowhere, she smirked even more widely. "I swear my loyalty to BloodClan," she paused "Also, hats off to you for nearly scaring the fuck out of me," Cent added in a sort of appreciative tone, not too appreciative, but enough to show she wasn't kidding. She noticed the wolf, but he didn't seem to interest her, although everything else seemed to be of great interest to her, and she was subconciously swishing her tail from left to right.

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    [justify][font=arial][sup][size=7pt][color=#000000]Chuckling, Canada offered a brief smile. "Mmmmh, Bloodclan does that to people. Accepted, welcome to Bloodclan." The tigress stood to her paws, green eyes glinting with a certain laughter in them. It was nice to see people still had a slight sense of humor in the damned world.
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    [justify][size=8]Finally, at last, someone seemed to understand the caracal at least a little bit. Talk's all about BloodClan being full of awesomeness and animals who like playing taunt in a ping-pong style, yet everyone seemed to be greatly offended by the littlest drop of sass and called it 'rudeness'. That seemed like none of them had even the slightest taste of life. And Cent thought that she herself was a short-tempered bitch. Well, she could handle sass at least, as long as she got the opportunity for a backfire. Most of the animals seemed too pampered, fragile, even. That didn't seem to fit in well with the bones on the borders and blood all around the territory. "Thanks," she muttered, but she was not thanking the tigress for accepting her into the clan. She was thaking her for accepting her as a person. For not sticking her nose up above the caracal's small size and sassy personality.

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    [justify][font=arial][sup][size=7pt][color=#000000]Canada smiled and shook out her thick coat, cursing the heat of the desert. "Would you like a tour?" The third tier offered with a flick of her long stripped tail and a flash of a smile.
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    [justify][sup][font=georgia]"Hmm. Welcome to BloodClan, I hope you like the heat." Pandemic finally piped up, supposing he had to be curteous considering now Centella was a member of the clan.
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    [font=georgia]and i found that the u n d e r b e l l y ' s sicker than it seems

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    "Welcome to BloodClan, kid." The cougar would rumble warmly, he liked the kid since she reminded him of his aunt, now deceased but eh. With a dip of his head, the male would lift his body and flick his tail in farewell to the group as he continued on with his solo patrol.
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    [justify][size=8]Grinning at the seemingly awesome bengal tiger, she considered accepting the offer for a moment, not because she needed a tour, but because she'd like to hang out with Canada, but then shook her head slightly. "Thanks for the offer, though. Y'know, I like trying everything on my own and having most things happen spontaneously. So yeah, if I get out of sight for a couple weeks, I'm probably fighting a war with flies somewhere and swearing like I-don't-know-what. Motherfuckers make me so itchy," she said, shaking her fur as she said the last words and failing at biting a black speck that flew away from her after being terrified by what must have seemed like an earthquake to it.

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    [justify][font=arial][sup][size=7pt][color=#000000]Canada chuckled, she knew the feeling of being on her own to explore, it was fun. "Ah ok, have fun and don't get your ass eaten by anyone." The tigress smiled before padding off to do a solo patrol before some training.
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