billie jean ( open + visiting )

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]The young liger cub was quite the curious and adventurous fellow. Since his mother died before he even got the chance to meet her, and his lousy dad lived all the way in Bloodclan, the massive hybrid predator raised himself on movies: romance, action and adventure, fantasy, and mysteries. His all-time favorites were probably the James Bond movies though. It was his goal to be well-traveled and suave like Agent 007. He was much too young to have the flirty thing down, but Forge was getting some new sights in under his belt. And Boneclan was his current target.


    "Hello?" the hulking adolescent called in a confidant tone, his molten copper eyes smoldering intensely as he gazed around. Forge's too-big paws idly clawed at the terrain beneath his pads, tearing up the sparse grasses and coating his paws in a fine layer of dirt. "I'm here to visit!"


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    "Hm. Ok. Welcome to BoneClan I guess. What's your name?" Luma said as she approached the vacationer on the border. "I'm Luna by the way. It's a pleasure." Dhe tossed her name in with a quick greeting as well, a small smile forming on her lips as she watched the eager cub.

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    ★ The petite figured kit had been attempting to control her new found ice powers with no avail. Whenever her emotions got out of hand, someone or something usually ended up speared with an icicle. She'd come to a halt at the sound of a stranger, crisp white ears perking towards the unfamiliar voice. Long slim legs began to stride towards the border, the regal snow-kissed kitten blinking at the sight of a liger. She'd read about almost every creature in spite of her young age, but she'd never seen one in person. Much larger in person. Kissingkit documented mentally and padded beside Luma. "Welcome. My name's Kissingkit Cipher-Leonidas, pleasure." The ivory norwegian forest kit mewed softly.

    [justify]Kissingkit Cipher-Leonidas, Venus echoed in her head, though the echoed tone was distorted and somewhat mocking. How fancy with her three names. The wolf looked at Forgingpaw, a facade expression of boredom masking her interest. She had never seen such a hybrid before, but Vee found it was somewhat rude to stare. "Hello," she barked.

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    A friendly crossed the young male's features at the arrival of Luma. She didn't offer much to the conversation personality-wise, but luckily Forgingpaw wasn't the kind of person to just let everything drop so that the mood became awkward. He could definitely make this work, just like James Bond. "My name is Forgingpaw, but you may call me Forge if you'd like," the large liger cub replied in a rumbling tone, offering a cheeky grin. For such a massive animal, he really didn't act as intimidating as he probably should. "Nice to meet you as well."


    The eurasian hybrid's metallic gaze flickered over to the regal white feline that approached soon after Luma. Had he not been trying to be the paragon of gentlemen, he might have stared at her pretty white fur with wide eyes. He liked the way it flowed, settling along the curves of the kitten's body. It was very pleasing to the eye, and he was now wishing he had opposable thumbs so he could sketch her. "Kissingkit Cipher-Leonidas? I'm Forgingpaw Darling Ecuador-Vires - I win." he replied, a sly twinkle in his eye. "Pleasure to meet you, miss."


    The mammalian hunter then shifted his attention over to someone who failed to introduce herself. So many girls, he thought to himself, a faintly amused smile dancing across his features. Just like coulouredclan. When was Forge going to find somewhere where he wasn't surrounded by women? probably never, if he was going to be honest. Not that it was a bad thing though. "Bonjour, Mademoiselle." said the cub, pulling out the extent of his knowledge on foreign languages for the hell of it.


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    [justify][size=10]"Fancy," Venus replied, unimpressed, but a smile crossed her delicate lips anyways. Her head lowered to get a good whiff of this kid, wondering where he was from. He was here to visit, yes, but where was the young kid visiting from? Oh! She had forgotten to introduce herself, silly her.


    "I'm Venus. Just Venus," the wolf would add lightly.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]Hmm, she was a tough nut to crack, this "Venus." The she-wolf reminded the hulking apprentice of Imperialstar, the way she lacked enthusiasm in most things. "Pleasure to meet you then, Venus." he replied, giving a friendly smile. He wasn't sure how to react to... well her. She was weird, and kind of stony. But there must be something more that she wasn't showing. Sarcasm, maybe? Yeah, she definitely looked like someone who spoke sarcasm like a second language.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 10pt;][justify]The heavily scarred hellhound prowled in the direction of the border, interested by the mending of voices. He was apparently much larger than the majority of the BoneClanners. The pale lioness earlier made it clear that she wasn't happy about him being taller than her either. His crimson vibrant eyes fixated on the kitten he met earlier. Elegant, a bit on the reserved side but nice nevertheless. Then there was one who he couldn't really remember. And lastly, Venus. She was a snarky but he wouldn't lie in accordance to her prettiness. He was quite the charming male, but was kind of awkward when it came down to it. Taking a spot beside the small kit, he grinned. Nice to meet 'ya boy. Name's Cigarettescars. Most call me Scar though.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]Holy hell this dude was huge! Also very weird. Forgingpaw had never happened upon a hellhound before, though he vaguely seeing one in some weird horror movie once. The hound in that one didn't look nearly as badass as this guy though. Cigarettescars all but sh*t masculinity. Forge was very impressed. He didn't have many male role models in his life, so most things "dude-ly" was foreign territory. "Nice to meet you, Monsieur." the apprentice said with a polite bob of his head. Damn, Scar was so cool.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia]Draco was the next to approach, so it seemed Venus the second was just as snappy as the first, how nice. His gaze lingered on the visitor for a moment before turning to Mr Scar, so that's who that guy was. How interesting, he'd have to aquaint himself some time, for now he'd only be getting a sarcastic response [b]"I don't call you Scar, I've never heard anyone call you scar"     he mused in amusement. He was only teasing of course, most had gotten used to the toms strange way of dealing with situations. "Draco Ognyen, nice to meet you" he then said, turning to great the visitor whilst fixing up his bandana. [/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent;][justify]Hmph, there was that overgrown mutt again. Though she wouldn't admit it, he was quite the guy. "I call him Scar." Carmen retorted sharply, not in the happiest place with Draco at the moment; plus it wasn't a lie, she did call him that when they went out smoking and drawing dicks over at the loner lands. Now she knew it wasn't his fault, but it didn't stop her remarks. Continuing beside Scar, she looked down a the liger cub with a tiny smile. "Welcome. Carmen, nothing more or less." The overgrown lioness introduced herself briefly, giving Scar an annoyed side glance because she was still not okay with him being larger than her.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 8pt;][justify]★ Kissingkit smiled softly once the massive figure of Scar sat beside her. He was already beginning to make an impact on the kit, a fatherly figure she lacked. Tilting her crown back to the liger cub, a small laugh escaping her crisp white maw at his reply. "I guess you did." She added with a smile, flicking her ear absently. "I haven't exactly gotten the whole territory down, but I can offer a tour, if you'd like." The norwegian forest kitten said, icy blue eyes fixating on his own. The youth then turned her attention to the male she couldn't recognize but saw earlier, shaking her cranium in disagreement. "Maybe because you're not around when they do." Kissingkit spoke in defense to the male. She referred to him as Scar as well.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: auto; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Cigarettescars smirked lightly at the liger cub, he would certainly grow up to be the ladies man. Maybe he'd take him under the wing. Not to mention he could feel the youths astonishment with the hellhound. I would offer a tour but it seems little Kiss got your back. Don't hesitate to hit me up if you need anything, though. The large demonic hound would bark, giving the kitten a bright smile before turning her attention to who he believed was Draco by the way Carmen interacted with him. So this was the guy she had feelings for? Eh, he wasn't impressed. The question was who was this female she despised.. If I didn't know any better, I think you're being a bit protective Carmy. Scar rumbled through a devious smirk planted on his dark features. Finally turning his attention to the feline with an eyepatch, he chuckled. Pardon me, I forgot to add, those who are relevant call me Scar. He added before smiling down at the kitten, giving her an it's-okay look.

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    roderich leonidas-cipher
    male - kit - boneclan - [abbr=3 moons - free powers, more to develop - mentored by none - dating/crushing on none]tags[/abbr]
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    Roderich. Same last names as Kissingkit. the alabaster tom mumbled in his usual grumpy way. Taking a seat beside his long-furred sister, he gazed up at the newcomer. Hmph. Yeah, everyone should join BoneClan. That would make them a powerful group. Which Rod wanted. But he didn't show it.
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