sorry jack | open & joining with the most ultimate of swag

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Twenty years and going strong
He's never kissed a girl besides his mom

After over 2 years of living in RiverClan, she had left, just like that. She hadn't even really said goodbye because she honestly hadn't cared too much. RiverClan was just... well, not her kind of place, plain and simple. She was much too chaotic and anti-clannish for that place. Maybe SolarClan would suit her better.

He's got a throw pillow from his favorite show
He wears a *ing fedora everywhere he goes

Palechild made her way over in a slight limp because over her stubby front leg. She wasn't exactly the silent hunter most tigers were supposed to be, but instead was very easy to find approaching because of her uncontrollable 'moops' that happened almost constantly and very often with only small gaps of silence between them. Still, not exactly stealthy, so she expected no trouble in finding someone to greet her.

I don't think this guy is on this world
He thinks that just being nice should get him the girl,
So now he'll complain about how he thought it should be:
"Why does this always happen to me?"

She was going to miss Stephen and the sound of his beating heart, his lovely scent... all their shared memories. She'd still visit though, it was just that her dreams could only come true outside of RiverClan. RiverClan offered her no advantages, no use, no nothing. The place had gotten old after a while, too. Most didn't seem to appreciate her cannibalistic ways, either.

She's stupid pretty, he's pretty stupid
Lost in the dark, trying to turn on the lights
He just wants the one, she wants something to bite tonight

She sat. RiverClan would now be behind her.

/ that title though xD

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"Food moop. Lots of food." Yeah, she was almost constantly hungry nowadays. "But also to join so just moop go like 'yo accepted be-atch' so I can go get some moop and then go get more." It was a humorous way to greet a random stranger. She was totally going to be like this from now on. A smile appeared upon her face while a couple moops oddly burst from it.

At the other guy whom had a really good ninja for a roleplayer, she said, "Palechild Starke Synkka, former moop elder of RiverClan, hoping to moop join as a warrior while skipping moop the formalities because that's moop boring as crap." And her leg hurt, but that was normal. Her smile still remained on her face. Yes, this was totally her kind of Clan. Hopefully they had lots of sass.

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"The name's Palechild. Please excuse my random moops, I can't control when they happen... I..." How could she explain it? It was probably a rare thing since she hadn't ever seen anyone else with this problem. "I've had it since birth pretty much so yeah." Surprisingly though, her moops weren't what she had been known for in RiverClan.

Looking to Duststorm, she gave a swish of her tail. "Nope. I'm going to speak moop language now. Moop moop moop moop moop moop moop. Now that that's covered, can we go to camp? I'm hungry from walking all the way over here and my pawless leg is about to turn numb from walking." And she honestly wasn't comfortable flying. Too cold, especially in winter. That cat needs a sense of humor, and she'll find it if she hangs around me long enough. Yes, there was so much more to her than what met the eye. She decided she'd start off in SolarClan with a bit of a new identity-- yes, that'd be it.

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]She smiled still, being a bit of a sadist. She sort of liked Duststorm's negative attitude currently. Maybe it was just her confidence stopping her from tearing out the feline's jugular vein violently, but for once she loved being called stupid-- maybe it was because it told her how easy others would be to manipulate here. She wasn't sure.

Then, suddenly a dragon darted towards her, and her eyes narrowed as she tried to duck and dodge it's first move. When she had received the wind's scents, however, she could see Toothless was one of these Clanners. RiverClan had pretty much all cats back at home, so it was interesting to see a little more diversity. Moops still escaped from her as she watched the dragon aim to paw at her, and so she let it, before releasing a rumble-- a purr-like noise.

Listening to the Japanese kid once again, moops spilling from her maw, she gave a nod and silently began to follow.

/ you could have him time-skip to camp if you'd like

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