YOUR LOVE'S A FUCKING DRAG // OPEN, MEET AND GREET

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    WindClan seemed like a reasonable enough place to live, and the lanky tomcat thought that he could actually enjoy his time here. The only problem was that he knew absolutely no one, and it kind of sucked (not that he cared or anything, of course). After contemplating what he should do about his problem for a good five minutes, he came to the conclusion that a standard meet and greet would be the best way to learn his clanmates' names.


    The ginger tabby tomcat padded into the middle of the camp, leaping atop a small boulder and settling himself on top of it. He surveyed the area, minty oculars narrowing slightly as they did so. "If anyone would like the honor of getting to know me, come here!" he called, flicking his tail tip.

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    Jinora wasn't so sure about the whole "honor" part. It only seemed fitting that if somebody called a meet and greet, one should attend. The cinnamon calico watched Citypaw for a moment, regarding him with brown-gray optics as he leaped atop a boulder.


    What could go wrong? The girl though, raising herself on ivory paws from her position in the shade. It wasn't like he would snap at her, or something of the sort. Walking over, Jinora blinked up at him for a moment, before seating herself. "I'm Jinora," She greeted, giving a little nod of confirmation.

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    Coming up besides her sister, the guardian would raise a nonexistent eyebrow. "I'm Stolenpaw. Nice to meet you." the dappled guardian said, not quite sure about the tom yet.
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    #stolenwc

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Why would it be an honor to meet anyone? This person was just a simple member, and nothing more. Even Jailbreak didn't think so highly of himself, though he never really had done so. He was too insecure and self-conscious about his own actions that he rarely ever spoke unless need be. Slowly, the advisor slowly trailed over, pale yellow visionaries glancing over the newcomer, whose name he still did not know. He knew the other two, but not very well, thus, he could not trust them. Jail took a few steps away from the three others, but stayed close enough in order to not look like a creeper watching all of them. "I-I'm Jailbreak.." The seal sable introduced in a soft tone of voice, his oculars drifting to the floor eventually as more insecurity and doubt set in. He sat back on his haunches, but he appeared stiff and awkward, as if he didn't want to be there.

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    [color=white]"bridalkit kallisto prior-- bridal is fine," she said, walking over. an honor, huh? so this person thought they were something special. not like it mattered, bry could care less what he thought of himself.
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    Hey, people actually cared to show up! Cool. Attention flickering down to those that began to surround him, the tomcat would twitch his ears, taking in the names of those who gave them up. "Nice," he responded, a lopsided smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Name's Citypaw Caito. Actually, my full name is Citypaw Caito-Faulkner-Ferris-Hadrian-Winchester-Hachimitsu-Resurgam-Brides, but, uh, Citypaw Caito is probably the easiest thing to remember." Yes, his name was a mouthful, but because of that, it made him feel that more important. Whoops.

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    What an arrogant little kitten, it was fun trying to see them act boastful when they were smaller in size than the majority of the members in WindClan. "I doubt I'll remember Citypaw, nevermind about Citypaw Caito," Cloudhouse remarked with a sarcastic voice. In his opinion, all the last names didn't matter. They were so common, anyone could hold the name. The only family whose name actually came from direct lineage nowadays were the Hayates.