holy crap, what happened here? [joining..maybe.]

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    a tortoiseshell adult cat arrived on the territory, olive-green eyes flickering. around him he saw signs of anger in the grounds. and as he shook his head, he called out. " I suppose this would not be the best time to ask if I should join? " the strange sat down and waited for someone to arrive.

    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]"Depends who you're joining," the stoneteller to-be informed her, loping over. He paused, studying the female, before cocking his head sideways. "Although I guess you'd have gone to the source if you wanted BlizzardClan." Yeah, probably. "What's your name?"

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    Lamia walked diagnal by accident yo get iver to the two, though, not saying a word.


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    [justify][size=8]Her tail was lashing out behind her, different colored eyes narrowed slightly as the female found herself coming over, standing behind everyone else. Honestly, the Mortem was most certainly not in a good mood currently and she didn't want to seem rude to joiners; that was just one way to not make friends and she wanted friends, not enemies.

    /computer crash, just got back on/


    his mind raced. his name? well, he hadn't had one of those in a while. blinking, he spoke, " air...tornado." that was the best he could come up with. " and I shall join whoever is available. " tornado told them in a monotone. this was going to be wild if he didn't find what he was looking for.

    "Well, BlizzardClan is gone, so it's just us, the Bureau, now. Back in control. Due to our auto-acceptance policy, welcome! You're in. My name is Pumpkin. Would you like a tour?" the cream tabby slid over, his prehensile tail swaying idly back and forth as he studied the newcomer. Hmm. A male tortie. He hadn't seen one of those before, had he?

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    " welcome ," mewed the realist, overhearing most of the conversation with his super senses. " I'm William, "

    tornado paused for a second. " no. i'll find my way, thanks. " it was slightly more lighthearted, but not exactly. with a flick of his tail and a nod to William and the others, he started on his way to the camp.