start the fire ++ open, return + joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:400px; margin-top: -5px;]God, the afterlife of consciences was terrible, worse then hell. Conscience had managed to escape, though, with the help of a now faded conscience of a girl named Annie. Poor soul, that conscience - She was so sweet and kind, willing to help. Of course, he hadn't been in love with her - His main reason for returning was Rubberninja.


    He had found a light blue Pulsoo cub to possess, so he was now essentially mortal. Of course, if he died again, he would resume being a spirit-version of Ross O'Donovan, then if he died as that, he would be back to the conscience afterlife.


    And so now he stood at the border, a joyed grin on his lips.[/fancypost]

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    [hr] ( FALLEN ECLIPSE ) The snow crunched between the panther's toes as he roamed the territory. He was relatively new; only today he had joined, but he knew it was the duty of every member to confront strangers on the premises. So, when Fallen Eclipse caught the eye of someone he hadn't seen around, his interest reached an apex and he approached the compact cub.


    The male tilted his large, thick cranium at the sapphire cub, his crimson eyes observing every motion the giddy creature made. He didn't know the former TidalClanner, nor did he have any interest to. Due to custom of the clan however, he rumbled the same phrase everyone did. "Name and business, stranger." Fallen Eclipse nodded, deciding to test out a new pronoun he rarely used. It didn't really roll off the tongue that well, especially for him, but whatever.


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    RADIOHEAD !
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    Radiohead was silent as she padded along on a solo border patrol, her expression blank as she watched her paws press into the snow and make tiny little pawprints. She wasn't really paying any attention to the border; she really only wanted to take a walk and clear her thoughts. A four children, all dead, inactive, or in a different clan. She had never been a good mother, but she still felt bad that they were all gone. Their father was gone, and now her brother was, too.


    Faintly hearing Fallen Eclipse's voice somewhere in front of her, Radiohead pulled herself out of her thoughts, her ears immediately perking in interest. A stranger at the border? Well, it seemed she would be doing something on her little patrol. She didn't want to think about her family anymore, anyways. Picking up her pace, the ebony she-cat trotted up to the trio. Since Fallen Eclipse had already asked the main question, the ex-Counselor simply dipped her head to Conscience, completely unaware of who he was.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:400px; margin-top: -5px;]He grinned, his gaze resting gingerly on Radiohead. "My name is Conscience, and I'm joining," He said happily, moving closer to Radiohead and aiming to nudge her. "She knows who I am."


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    Conscience? The name rang in her head as she looked up at the slightly taller male, a small frown tugging down her lips. No, this wasn't Connie. It couldn't be, he was dead, and Rubber was gone. Wouldn't Rubber's conscience go with him? Suddenly wondering if she was dreaming, she reached out to poke his shoulder, just to prove that he was actually there. "What the *." Radi meowed as she looked back up at him, her frown turning into a small grin. "Dude, Connie? Welcome back, I guess." She laughed, green eyes lighting up.
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    [hr] ( FALLEN ECLIPSE ) "Well then, I suppose a welcoming is in order," he began, muttering to himself before the volume in his voice picked up. "So I hope you enjoy your stay." the corners of his mouth twitched up into a sly smile as he greeted the tall figure. It was quite an interesting name--Conscience--and for a moment he wondered how he wound up with such a name. His mind soon drifted from the matter, and he turned his attention to the onyx feline who was howling with rapture.


    "How long have you two known each other?" he rumbled idly. It seemed that the female must have known him pretty well, for she was fairly open with Conscience. The vulgar language that poured from her mouth was a dead giveaway as well, unless she was always like this. And a part of his mind told him that the latter was probably true.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:400px; margin-top: -5px;]"Yeah, it's me, you bastard," He yipped, then nodded to Fallen Eclipse. "For a while, I guess. Say, have you guys seen Rubberninja? I'm his conscience, by the way - Where is he?"[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt;width:110px;border-radius: 20px;border-bottom: 5px double black;font-family:georgia;font-size:30px;color:white;text-shadow: 1px 1px orange, 1px -1px orange, -1px 1px orange, -1px -1px orange;text-align:center] STACEY[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt;width:225px;border-radius: 20px;font-family:georgia;font-size:11px;color:white;text-align:center]"Welcome to TidalClan! I'm Stacey!" she squealed.

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