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    The air smelled of pine, causing her small, pink nose to twitch uncontrollably. The female sneezed, squinting her eyes against the sun. Er, this territory was less than satisfactory. Well, according to her allergies. She sneezed once more, before removing her backpack from her back and taking a seat on the marshy ground.


    "Anyone out there?" she asked, widening her eyes.


    The tabby bite her bottom lip, shuffling her too-big paws mindlessly. Page exhaled slowly, gazing at one of the trees before her with a blank stare. She tended to do that, stare at absolutely nothing and disappear from reality. Blinking her green visionaries, she turned to look at the backpack laying beside her. It didn't contain much, except the necessities... and a few stuffed animals. But don't tell anybody.

    "Hello there!" A cheery voice boomed. Rookfeather bounded out of the shadows, a friendly smile on his visage. He didn't recognize the loner on the border--or at least, that was what he assumed she was--but refused to sacrifice common courtesy in the face of the unknown. Skidding to a stop, the scarred general nodded politely to the stranger. "Name and business, please." He meowed with a flick of his fluffy black tail.

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    Radiant memories approached next to Rook,waving a paw. "[b]Yo.    "


    #radiantmsc

    "Well, my name is Flippingpages, but y'all can call me Page," she began, a smile spreading across her face. She blinked her eyes, flicking an ear, before focusing her attention back on the ShadowClanners. "I'm here because, well, I have nowhere else to be," she meowed.

    "So you want to join?" Rookfeather asked, tilting his head to one side. Not waiting for an answer, he broke into a wider smile and continued, "If so, then welcome! Pleased to meet you, Flippingpages. I'm Rookfeather, and you can call me, well, anything you want, really." The general expounded in a pleasant tone of voice. This joiner seemed quite friendly, and he hoped she stuck around. In his opinion, there weren't nearly enough friendly cats in Shadowclan. Though he also believed that there weren't enough friendly cats almost anywhere.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; line-height: 110%; color: #f5f5f5;][sup]Osakalighting blinked carefully. Was that another way of saying I want to join? The chocolate lynx point tilted his head in confusion. "I have to agree. Would you like to join?" he questioned, echoing Rookfeather's voice.

    "Well, yes," the feline replied slowly, biting her bottom lip anxiously once again. She did want to stay here for a period of time, but, joining? Maybe not. Either way, she would allow them to have their little celebration. The reason for that unknown to her, however. Why was he so happy because she joined?


    "Nice to meet you, Rookfeather. You've been very nice."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; line-height: 110%; color: #f5f5f5;][sup]Osakalighting nodded. Right, another joiner. How lovely! "Well, then, haha, welcome to ShadowClan" the point purred, casting a glance towards Rookfeather. After a moment, his light blue eyes turned back to Flippingpages. "I'm Osakalighting Hiragi. It's a pleasure to meet you"

    Approaching, her tail grazed the ground as her curiosity caused it to twitch and tremor. Flippingpages, Rookfeather; new names to her. There were so many strangers all living in one place, she was beginning to wonder just how unified it all was. After her encounter with Lucario and how he had greeted a new comer compared to how she and Flippinpages had been greeted, along with along with Hostesscupcakes reaction, made her all the more curious about the Clan and it's dynamics.


    Blinking, she attempted to ground her straying mind, dipping her head to the feline. "I'm Tic. Nice to meet you!"

    "Osaka whata?" Page asked, raising a metaphorical eyebrow in the direction of the male who had greeted her. "Is that Japanese or something?" she continued, probably digging herself even deeper in a hole. Before he could reply, she would turn to face Tic. "Tic. Tic Tac? Aw, damn, I love tic tacs! Wait, um, sorry. Hi," she mewed awkwardly, blushing a deep red and laughing at herself.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; line-height: 110%; color: #f5f5f5;][sup]Osakalighting chuckled "Wow. You're the first to actually guess that correctly" he purred, tail-tip twitching coolly. "Feel free to just call me Osa or Osaka. Don't beat yourself up trying to remember my full name"

    Turning away from the girl named after the delicious candy, she smirked. "Oh, well, coolio. Osaka sounds pretty sweet. Does it mean something particular?" she asked, tilting her head.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:auto;font-family: georgia;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;line-height:1px; color:darkgrey;] JOHN HAMISH WATSON M.D[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:440px;font-family:arial;text-align:center;line-height:19px;margin-top:-10px;][justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][size=10][sup]well, wasn't this cute. the doctor limped towards the accumulating group with a gentle, well-practiced smile,"[b]doctor john watson.    " simple introduction, as usual. coming to stand beside tic, the rough-voiced brit became aware of how much racket his dogtags were making. when they fell silent, of course,"welcome to shadowclan, lovely girl. would you like a tour?" mm, well, certainly unlike him. repressing something? perhaps.


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    #doctorjohnwatson

    "The fuck did you call me?" Page spat, moving her attention to the male. Did he just call her lovely? Was that supposed to be a compliment? Either way, she wasn't happy with it. "Call me Page, not lovely girl, you creep."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; line-height: 110%; color: #f5f5f5;][sup]"It stands for the lighting in the city of Osaka, Japan" he purred gently. However, he stopped in his explanation by turning his head to John. That was rather an odd thing for the nightwatcher to speak despite not knowing him very well. With a light chuckle, the chocolate lynx point glanced back to the new joiner "I wouldn't mind the comment, Page" he added, ears perked in interest.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:auto;font-family: georgia;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;line-height:1px; color:darkgrey;] JOHN HAMISH WATSON M.D[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:440px;font-family:arial;text-align:center;line-height:19px;margin-top:-10px;][justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][size=10][sup]the former soldier laughed at the derogatory term, offering an apologetic dip of his head and putting off his compliment. no, that wasn't him. he was just the doctor here. an extremely homosexual doctor, at that,"[b]understood.    " with that, the male simply offered his usual, kind smile,"however, this creep wishes you well in your time here." the former human veteran murred, toned laced in light humor.


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    #doctorjohnwatson

    "Whatever," Flippingpages replied, her face loosening into a smile. "Um, I forgot your name. John... Watson? Watson... is that from Sherlock Holmes? I dunno, I watch a lot of TV. Or, well, watched," the feline babbled, eyes focused on the male who she had, previously, disliked.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:auto;font-family: georgia;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;line-height:1px; color:darkgrey;] JOHN HAMISH WATSON M.D[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:440px;font-family:arial;text-align:center;line-height:19px;margin-top:-10px;][justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][size=10][sup]well, that makes two of them. john was a stickler for crap telly. holmes was not - and rather enjoyed ruining episodes for the doctor. at the mention of his partner, the blonde would tip his head just slightly,"[b]john watson, yes. from sherlock holmes? well, ive been told so.    " he hadn't exactly known there was a television show following him and his counterpart before his reincarnation. honestly, he was a bit more concerned about his now-abandoned blog,"i havent the slightest idea where sherlock is - naturally. bloody numpty likes to take off without telling me." the doctor grunted softly, the fact causing a bit of obvious irritation towards the MIA serval.


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    #doctorjohnwatson

    "Thank you!" Rookfeather replied, pleased that she had claled him nice. It seemed that a lot of Shadowclanners took his niceness for granted, though he had to admit that it wasn't everyone. Still, it was nice to be recognized. "And Sherlock? That's the second time I've heard that name within a couple of days." He remarked, turning to face John with an interested expression on his face. Granted, he didn't know too much about the doctor, but it seemed that he was looking for this Sherlock fellow...Or something like that, at least.