SUEDEHEAD / open, joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]He wasn't too sure about joining one of these clans he'd heard about, but the night before a deep session of thought made him convince himself to perhaps give it a shot. BlizzardClan would be the first attempt to settle down in and with a group of people - that is, if he found such not absolutely nerve-racking or irritating and instead enjoyable; but the two emotions he wasn't wanting to endure were pretty easy to make him feel.


    In fact, he couldn't stand the majority of people, society. Add that with his default personality of being irked or peeved and judgmental all at the same time, such wasn't a good mix. But people could grow on him of course, and he could grow on people.


    Luckily for Morrissey, his appearance made him a bit more likable to some who valued others by looks. An attractive jet black cat who was lean and somewhat lanky, he had two obvious mutations: one wasn't that big of a deal, just an unnatural eye color (a deep blue) for a pelt with no white on it, and the other was once a short, dark ebony mane that matched his pelt, but it had been trimmed and styled into a messy and slightly curly pompadour haircut. Included in the Morrissey looks package was some thick rimmed glasses, like the ones some stereotypical hipster would wear. But he wasn't such. Or atleast, that's what he thought.


    Wearing a face that was nearly blank except for the barely noticeable upward tug at the corners of his mouth, angst's very embodiment waited to be interrogated.


    / mobile, oops :^(

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    //ooh hey, it's pen from the help den :3


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    Arcade was a little too... Preoccupied to do anything except stare from a distance. He probably should have introduced himself, made himself useful in some way, but no. The cream cameo just watched with pale eyes, letting Sweetpaw do all the talking.

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    The corners of his mouth tugged up just a bit more, pleased with a quick questioning. He had patience, but that still didn't mean he wanted to wait long or anything for someone to stumble along. "Why yes, you can," Morrissey replied, voice barely somewhat in the deeper spectrum with the slight sound of a British, maybe Irish, mixed in but barely surfacing when he spoke. "I'm wanting to join. If it's not much of a bother, that is."


    Now, while he had much negativity inside of him, he was still decent. Yeah, he was vain and somewhat on the arrogant side, but he had manners and wasn't a full-on ass unless need be. "My name is Morrissey if that is needed."

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    Riddler, appearing near Sweetpaw, offered the new male a swift dip of his head before speaking. "Well then, welcome to Blizzardclan, Mister Morrissey. I'm Riddlerspaw, let me know if I can be of any assistance." Flashing him a broad, slightly creepy grin, the tabby simply watched him with a sort of quiet interest, head tipped slightly.

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    "welcome to the clan! I'm hakunakit!" he introduced himself to the new joiner, bouncing up to join the gathering of clan mates around the newbie. ah, there had been sooo many new people around lately. how was he going to possibly remember all of their names? it wasn't like he was a name wizard or something. hakuna was sure that at some point he would clog up his whole brain with names and not have any room left for things like training, battling, and hunting knowledge.
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    Trotting over to the group, he went to go stand next to his brother, Hakunakit. The grey kitten's green gaze looked over the joiner twice, his mind making silent and fake connections. He had to be... important! Oh, oh, and special! Maybe.. he was best friends with a dragon?! Smiling like always, he stopped making fake backstories for the joiner and spoke up. [color=#885ead]"I'm Reconnaissancekit! Welcome! If you need a tour, I can help!"     He stated in that energetic kitten stated cheerfully.

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    Oh, right. He should probably introduce himself. Arcade cleared his throat and stopped staring, managing a small smile. "Arcade Gannon, it's nice to meet you." That sounded... Put together, right? Whatever.

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    U BET IT IS


    Ah, so far they didn't seem too bad - the youths were certainly nice and not in that annoying or obviously fake way. Right now, they seemed rather tolerable. Returning Riddlerspaw's grin with his own small however charming smile, more words would smoothly roll out of his open maw as he addressed their greetings and so on. "My, what a welcome. If you didn't catch my name before, I'm Morrissey." The male figured he'd throw it out there again since new people were making appearances.


    Morrissey's sharp blue visionaries switched off from the majority of the small crowd and focused on Reconnaissancekit upon hearing his offer. "No tour is needed. I'd rather take things in by myself. But much appreciation for the offer." When he talked, he looked as if seconds before he was processing something, thinking. Though, it wasn't because the tom was dimwitted, unable to follow simple conversation. He was just always full of thought, and at times it showed somewhat.


    For a second, he zoned out. But the clearing of a throat knocked him out of the unseen trance of deep thought. "Hm. Nice to meet you as well," Morrissey meowed back to Arcade Gannon, a bit more at rest after the staring ceased and he had found out this strangers name.

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    [font=times new roman][sup][color=white]Track so I can make a nice post off mobile. <3


    #chamamileteamoe