The one who cares(open,joining)is the only one in your life

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    [glow=Black,2,300][shadow=Black,left][size=36pt]ClockWork ![/size][/shadow][/glow]

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    [justify][glow=Black,2,300][size=6pt]The cat appeared at a tree in the border. His shiny green optics sparkled from the sunlight through all the wood in the place. He sat down on the dusty ground, moving his big fluffy tail; the dust flew up in the cold air, as he watched it fall down. He fixed glasses and hat; so it was firm. Then he cleared his throught; assuming that someone would come saying "NAme and business." The Tom sat up straight to look good for anyone to show up.[/size][/glow][/justify]

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    GRACEFULPAW
    this is how to be a heartbreaker


    The Soldier padded over, a light smirk on her face. Ooh, some due at the border. Probably a joiner. "Heya, cool hat. It's pretty. Anyhow, name and business, sweetcheeks." She chirped in a cheerful voice, flicking her tail. It appeared she was going to start using strange nicknames for strangers now, though frankly Gracefulpaw only did it for the fun of it. And waiting to see peoples' reactions to the nicknames, or if they completely ignored them.



    #actinsigniagracie

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    ALASKA !
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    UP IN THE ATTIC —
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    alaska did admit, she loved his hat. she always wanted a beanie. ooh, and those cool nerd glasses. she loved those. she stayed quiet for now, offering a small grin.
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    [justify][glow=Black,2,300]The Tom looked over at the female "Thank you. Names ClockWork, and I want to be in the insignia. Oh and seasonal Greetings. That is if you know what Christmas is.". The strong feline got up, and brushed the dirt of his thick fluffy pelt. Then fixed his glasses and hat once more.[/glow][/justify]

    Four wasn't one to associate himself with human clothing- it was heavy, uncomfortable, and incredibly itchy, not to mention slowed him down. And for somebody constantly on his feet, that was unacceptable. But he didn't mind that the male had this attire, he hardly viewed him any differently, just another figure at the border. The serval approached at a leisurely pace and seated himself on the raised root of an oak tree, his tail swinging to rest at his paws.


    His dark eyes regarded the feline with little conviction, merely sliding over him like butter before moving to the horizon, looking. For something, for somebody, he didn't know, it was just a habit of his. He let out an inaudible sigh as he saw nothing and moved his gaze to the unknown tomcat, shifting his weight and putting his dagger down at his paws.


    As Clockwork introduced himself, Four numbly moved his head in a nod of greeting, but said nothing- seeing as Gracefulpaw had arrived here first, he would allow her to do the honors. "Seasons greetings," he echoed tonelessly, giving a nod of acknowledgement.

    GRACEFULPAW
    this is how to be a heartbreaker


    "Mhm, auto-accepted." The strawberry leopardess grinned, flicking one ear. He seemed polite, at least, what with the 'seasons greetings' and stuff. But you never knew people until you actually spoke to them. Oops, woops, serious thoughts were coming into Gracie's brain. Those shouldn't be there. "Sooo, welcome to The Insignia, I'm Gracefulpaw Darling-Harbringer." She added on, inspecting her claws for a moment before dropping her paw back down.



    #actinsigniagracie

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    "Merry Christmas, or whatever you celebrate." The hyena barked calmly as he approached the unfamiliar feline. "Name's Aldric, lemme know if you need any help getting situated here." He smiled, giving the usual introduction. This kid seemed alright, he liked his hat.