Bad Luck [ open ; joining ] Bad Habits

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    Kuro sat by the border of BloodClan, his head high and his yellow optics blazing. He didn't show any sign of wariness or worry, just a tiny flicker of excitement and something else, something he couldn't quite identify. A feeling he's felt since apprenticeship, something almost evil and cold. He always shrugged it off, as he did now, because he had more important things to worry about. Especially now, since he was planning on joining.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italics; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px snow;]Sylmae Winzor[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"Name and business?" Sylmae asked as she padded over in a lame tracking post.


    //nomuse[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; margin-top: -11px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    Say What You Mean, Tell Me I'm Right


    K U R O




    Kuro looked at the lioness, his eyes narrowing. "My name is Kuro." He said plainly, almost offensively. "I am here to join your Clan."




    [align=center]I'd pay to see you frown.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italics; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px snow;]Sylmae Winzor[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"Then welcome to Bloodclan, Kuro!" Sylmae squeaked out and waved her tail in the air. "I'm Sylmae Winzor, unofficial tour giver. If you need anything ever, feel free to come find me. I really enjoy helping new people get comfortable here!" She said. For a pregnant feline, she really was excited and happy all the time. [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; margin-top: -11px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    Say What You Mean, Tell Me I'm Right


    K U R O




    Kuro smiled. Although he was usually a cold and quite mean cat, he smiled. Nodding, he gave a slight chuckle. "Thank you, I do feel welcome." He murmured, standing app and taking a few steps across the border.




    [align=center]I'd pay to see you frown.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]
    [font=georgia]Sloane had, regrettably, been late to arrive. But better late than never, she had once heard someone say. In most cases, Sloane would have thought it a lame excuse for procrastination, but perhaps she could see its use now. The third tier trotted over, wearing a friendly smile - an expression most outsiders thought to be uncharacteristic of Bloodclan. [color=pink]"Howdy! I'm Sloane, it's mighty fine to meet ya." the cougar female chirped, flashing a grin.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify][font=Georgia]"Yo, welcome to BloodClan." Nosferatu echoed as the ebony-hued smilodon flickered into visibility beside his clan mates, a small smile gracing his lips. "I'm Nosferatu, but Nos or Nossy will do."

    Say What You Mean, Tell Me I'm Right


    K U R O




    Kuro grinned at the new arrivals, nodding in respect. "It is a pleasure to meet you both." He said, flicking his ears in slight surprise. He had not heard of BloodClanners being so kind.




    [align=center]I'd pay to see you frown.