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    The figure had sat itself upon the border of the BloodClan, visibly aware of the scent markings that divided her from the territory; however, an ever so prominent smile had found its way onto her maw, bearing a rueful quality amidst its silhouetted features. She had made no attempt to call out to anyone nearby, nor openly walk into the clearing, knowing that she would be no match for whatever lie beyond; but the tall feline had kept her head bowed to the ground, smiling as she awiaited the precense of one who would be able to accept her into the desert Clan, all while observing the strings that had been attached to her paws.

    Kit approached the stranger, you stand on the territory of Bloodclan. If you are a enemy turn back, if you are a friend, state your name and business.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: -.5px; line-height: 95%]Mississippi wasn't entirely drunk but she had obviously been drinking, left in a little hazy state with her head throbbing and her body pretty stiff but her mind vague. She lashed her tail and approached the duo before sighing and wrapping her ebony scarf tighter around her. "Unh," she muttered noncommittally.

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    [glow=limegreen,2,300]CHEMICAL WARFARE[/glow]


    Male - Jaguar - 350 LBS - Extreme
    [abbr=Molecular/Sound/Memory Manipulation - Super Senses - Multiple Possession (jaguar, domestic, harpy eagle) - Quote post if attacking - No Kill/Maim/No Capture
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    Padding over to stand beside Missi, Chem would remain silent as he awaited an answer to Kits words, remaining neutral.





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    #Chemlookhere


    Notice; Unless stated otherwise, all threads will feature a more 'darker' personality in Chemical due to the recent clanwide plot. Will add 'retro' to posts this does not apply in!


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    "Let's waste no time to useless introductions." The figure mewed, raising her head to reveal her molten amber gaze as it met Kit without flinching. "I'm Sucre. I am here to join, if you'll have me." She meowed with the ever present hint of laughter ringing in her tone, which mimicked that of chiming bells. As she awaited a reply, Sucre rolled her shoulders lightly, as to draw away from her pitifully small frame as she spoke, all while retaining her unwavering grin.

    Kit dipped her head. Well then Sucre, welcome to the clan. We are happy to have you. Kit smiled, and flicked her tail. My name is Kit, nice to meet you.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 12px;]Brisk and to the point; very well. Altercub didn't mind, either way. Padding over, the dragon nodded. [b]"Altercub, pleasure, ma'am. Are you looking for a tour, or would you rather explore independently?"
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    "I'll be able to navigate on my own; but it was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, all of you." Sucre mewed with a simple nod towards Altercub, slipping past the gathering of people to cross the scent border almost silently, aside from the slight drag of the strings that remained wound around her paws. All the while, she had made minimal eye contact; it was better that way, for the trainee. If she ever were to leave to seek out the one she had left behind, it would be easier if she did not form any bonds with such supportive people for her own mentality.

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    Batter appraoched, the ghostly form looking at his new member with dull hollowed eyes. Sucre, was that her name? Moving along side his brother he felt his head dip with a pleasure of meeting another member. He didn't socailize much anymore due to his death earlier on, but hopefully soon he will obtain another body. "We...l...co...me," he said slowly, trying to create an actual sentence. "I...m....B...att...er.."

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    if love is what you need,
    tormentedpaw
    a soldier i will be.


    [color=#3F5050]first tier -- bloodclan -- [abbr=approx. 9 moons ; attack in silver ; ask for kill, maim or capture ; r.pist]tags[/abbr]


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    "name's tormentedpaw, call me torm if you'd like. enjoy your stay here," he greeted, putting on a temporary faux smile. after all, no use sugarcoating things. this was bloodclan after all. tormented simply looked on, watching the others greet and meet.
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    Sucre paused mid stance, turning her amber gaze to Batter in particular, after it had flitted from Tormentedpaw. "Hello, huge ducky. I hope we have the chance to be further acquainted in the future, my friend." She mewed, the grin that stretched across her maw bearing a sense of genuine inquisitiveness as she measured his seemingly drawn out words on her consciousness. Batter, was it? He did remind her of a ducky, oddly enough, but she only twitched her tail at the thought, unwilling to display any further emotion past her visible mirth.

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    BLOODCLAN ★ 2ND TIER[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: pink;][size=7pt]Trotting up happily to stand beside his best friend, the pink kitten would offer her a smile in greeting. There were so many joiners around here, and, even better, so many new OFF fans! Giving her an odd look- why the hell did she call Batter a ducky?- Bourbon began actually doing his job. " Welcome to Bloodclan, my name is Bourbon. Also, uh.. nevermind, actually." It would probably be better not to question her, as he didn't know her motives or mental stability. However, if she joined Bloodclan, he could only assume it was pretty bad.




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