YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD FORGET ABOUT ME? open, joining

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    The spotted black-silver tom sat at the edge of the clan, scanning the surrounding brush for any signs of life. He had heard about this clan in his travels, and the thought of living in an amusement park well- amused him. He smiled at his own pun, shaking his head gently in dismay. After the time passed, he began to grow impatient. "I've been out here forever!" He groaned loudly, arching his head backwards to stretch.


    The mysterious hybrid always seemed to have a half-smile creeping up on his face, making him look like the joker as a long scar stretched across his face. He was a sight for sore eyes and a tale for tired ears.
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    nothing matters anymore
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    Kira stumbled out onto the scene, her smile trying to be as welcoming as possible. "Heyo mayo, there!" she said in her peculiar accent, trotting over to the impatient tom. And as if she were reading off a cue card, she collected all the correct words for what she was going to say next. "Name and buisness, yes?" she asked, just like the clan had asked her when she was joining not so long ago.
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    21st Century Digital Girl



    [glow=blue,2,300][shadow=blue,left] Feather looked outside and shyed back into the shadows, her orange tabby pelt barely touching the sun before she shyed out. She licked her white chest fur and looked at her paws. A small sob escaping her jaws.[/shadow][/glow]

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    He made a face of confusion and bewilderment. Was it to late to turn around and hightail it towards the sun? No... he couldn't, it was too early. He managed his never-faltering-always-stuck smile and inhaled softly, collecting himself.


    "Goliath. Here to join the circus." He winked and chuckling under his breath. He had spent his last few moons searching for a home where either one; he wasn't chased out or two; he didn't get bored of, and Shadowclan was one of his last hopes. ]



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    Goliath looked down at Feather, still not altering his unusual smile. "Hello feather, they call me Goliath." He said with a wink, studying her face. "Whatever is the issue, Miss Feather?" His still, unmoved smile never changing.



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