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    [sup]Melbourne tossed the small mammal's bone into the air, watching its path with a grin on his face. He calculated where he guessed it'd land and then spun around, forcing his back to the ground and letting it rattle against his teeth as it fell into his open mouth. Chuckling, the caracal rolled back onto his paws, paying no mind to the dirt which now clung to his fur. It wasn't really even noticeable, honsetly - his pelt was already tannish.


    The tufty-eared wildcat was a newcomer to SkullClan, and while he idly cracked open the bone with practiced precision and sucked up the marrow, he let his amber eyes wander. So. Where was everyone? He felt in a chatty mood - maybe spin some lies, steal a few things? Oh, wait, no...he was supposed to avoid those types of things, now, wasn't he, now that he was a 'Clanner'?


    Eww.


    Oh, whatever. Mel spat out the bone fragments, stood up, and strolled to the beachside; maybe there'd be people down by the shoreline?

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    the little fox caught sight of the caracal from afar, thus suddenly becoming interested. social interaction? hell yeah.
    peachmoon trotted over to melbourne, soon reaching her destination: right in front of him. "hello." the doctor calmly greeted him, fluttering her pale blue as she always did per habit. "... who are you?"
    #scpeachmoon14

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    Smokekit sat down and curled his tail around his paws. He looked up at Peachmoon then the odd looking animal. "Hello. Im Smokekit!" the tom greeted.

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    Character bond w/ Aolani ⋆ Multi. Possessions/Shape shifting ⋆ No kill, maim, capture, etc. ⋆ Attack in bold teal
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    [sub]A jawdroppingly attractive pink fox, a kitten, and a cougar. ...He could roll with that. The caracal smiled broadly, eyeing Peachmoon in a rather awed fashion. She was beautiful. "Hey, guys. I'm Melbourne. Friends - if I had any - could call me Mel."

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    And a rock feels no pain




    Noticing the group, the clouded leopard would wander over, brown eyes gleaming with a new light. She had been rather joyful today, and she wasn't totally sure why, it just felt like a good day to be happy.




    Especially now, since she had spotted Loke, trotting over to sit right next to him, a shy smile forming on her face. "Salu-salutations," she would greet awkwardly, deciding maybe that word was a little too big, and a little too formal.




    Aolani shuffled her paws in slight embarrassment. Clearing her throat a little, the leopard would sit a little taller, and look at Melbourne, deciding she should introduce herself a little more properly. "H-hello, I'm Aolani."




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    Divinus Family && Casanova Family && Aviius Family && Imagination Family && Xerxes Family
    The Skulls || Deckhand || Moderate || No kill, maim, serious injury, etc. || Write in #75A1D0 when attacking
    Invisibility || Character Bond - With Loke || Eye Color Manipulation || The Sight || Sabretooth Fangs || Flower Prints || 0/9

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    [size=5pt](C) WILDFLAME[/size]

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    well, he'd attracted quite the crowd. peachmoon was certainly impressed by him. "ah. well, hello melbourne." the doctor re-greeted him as a small smile began to grace her features. "my name is peachmoon. it's quite the pleasure to meet you." she added in with quick haste.
    #scpeachmoon14

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    ForeverKit watched the group from the shadows for a while before quietly walking over and sat beside Eulogy.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] NINJAPAW ![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] the greatest challenge on earth[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 200px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white]Oh, look, more people and social interaction. This was all taking away from his goal, which was starting to bother Ninjapaw. Soon he'd have a thread of him actually training. For now, however, he stood near Foreverkit, making sure that he could watch - or jump on - anybody who came near her. Time to be protective, because he was just doing his duty as a good old brother.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px; text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;] Taking up the other side of Ninjapaw, the brothers had created a nice little protective barrier near one of their little sisters. Like Ninja thought, they were just doing their duties as older brothers.


    "Hey, Mel. I'm Sleeplesspaw."

    [sup]Oh, wow, there were a lot of people here. What did they want with him? He wasn't usually one to falter socially, but he blanched and could only grin awkwardly until his brain caught up with his senses. "Look at me, all popular." chuckled the disaster, leaning back and letting his tufted ears twitch. "So, um...how about we play a game? Let's all say something about ourselves!"