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    [size=9pt]"Hello, friends!" An eight month old tasmanian devil with a smile cut into his face would call out, tail tip twitching with an energy that could never be contained. "I've come to join!" [color=white]He would coo, his third glowing, solid yellow eye blinking, and his regular amber pair would follow. Kevin would then begin to pace, growing restless and his legs tired of one position for too long. Besides, it was always good to keep his muscles warm and ready incase they needed to be used![/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; auto;cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/others/oth-6/oth661.cur),auto;][justify]"Well then, welcome to bloodclan." Jim said with his Dublin Irish accent, as he padded into the scene, looking over at the Tasmanian devil. "I'm Jim Moriarty, if you were wondering! But, I don't believe I caught your name..." The jaguar said, saying his name to just introduce himself here.


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    [size=9pt]"I'm Kevin Free, thank you! Do I need a mentor if I'm only eight months?" [color=white]He would continue to ditz around, never staying still as his round eyes would fixate on Jim as he conversed. [/size]

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    The woman swiftly arrived on the scene, lavender eyes trained on their newest addition. "I'd say it would depend on if you've been trained or not." The man seemed to be a bit perky, nothing a bit of a rigorous training couldn't dampen.

    [size=9pt]Kevin would tip his head to one side at a bug flitting by, before turning to face a pair of lavender optics. [color=yellow]"I have lived up until now as a loner, so everything I know I have taught myself. So I wouldn't necessarily consider it training." [color=white]The tasmanian devil had taught himself plenty of fighting skills and such, but he had no idea what the clan considered training.[/size]

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    "You are welcome to have a mentor of you want to." The overly large jaguar spoke in his low rumbling voice as he approached the scene. His eyes scanned over the group and he sat down to look upon the new comer with vague interest in his hyper colored eyes. "Welcome to Bloodclan. I am Attrition Warfare."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 250px; width: 450px][justify]"Welcome to BloodClan. I'm Cassarah Grimm Arryn." the femme said as she padded over, rolling her shoulders. She approached the group and settled to the ground, taking a seat beside Melisande.[/justify][/fancypost]