What to do(open--late meet&&greet)when your plan is your undoing

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    The small cub had joined the clan technically a few days ago, though through the resent changes of plans of school appearing almost out of nowhere it caused his roleplayer some difficulty. The small little male was searching for his brother when he saw him calling out a meet and greet. This would not suffice at all in Canvascub's book. The younger, only by 23 seconds, brother went up a little farther away from Paintingcub and yelled as the other male had done.


    'MEET AND GREET,' the lion cub squeaked trying to yell as hard as he could in a low voice, but because he hadn't really gone through puberty it just sounded like its regular tone.





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    Tail flicking, the male trotted over. A little lion, huh? There were a bunch of lions these days, May was one as well. "H-hi," The deputy mused.

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    Tropi was pretty much going to skip along the trail without noticing the cub, droning little tunes. But the pup stopped in her trails as she heard the announcement, finally realizing there was actually somebody present. The bodyguard jerked her head and waved her bushy tail. "Hiii theere! What's your name? The name's Tropicalpup. But feel free to call me Tropi. Or Tropic. Or whatever you'd prefer!" the vixen trilled with an impish smile.

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    The lion cub smiled cheerfully looked over to his brother from time to time always thinking it was some kind of competition to live up to being better than Pai. Vay hated to be called the younger one and how Pai alwasys talked about being more responsible since he was the oldest. Well if Vay were to be more awesome some how than maybe others would take him seriously.


    'The names Canvascub, but just call me Vay!' Canvascub announced.



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