[color=black]TORE & FINALSTRIKE
male - raccoon hybrid - 16 Months - very difficult - rider of Finalstrike
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It didn't take the pair long to reach the city center where Windclan lived. The wind here wad filled with drafts perfect for riding, and as Tore and Finalstrike flew through the clouds above they were both impressed by the sights of this city lost in time. After landing in the main area they quickly learned that the main housing area was an apartment building, but since neither he nor Finalstrike had an interest in cramming into a massive building with potentially hundreds of others, the pair had instead opted for a nice roomy place by the park. From the look of the faded sign hanging above the door it was once a small grocery store, but now all that remained in the old structure was empty shelving units with a trio of checkout stations at the front. Somewhere in the back there was probably a managers office, but for the most part it was just one giant room.
"This'll do." he muttered through the black bandanna that hid the lower half of his face. Sliding out of the saddle he'd sling his pack off of his shoulder and toss it up on one of the checkouts- number #3, to be precise- before heading over to Finalstrike. The modified horse saddle the jaguar sized mutant adorned was also equipped with a number of saddle bags containing food, two of which were water pouches. Unhooking them and placing them beside his own belongings to lighten his companions load, the Night Fury would offer an appreciative rumble as it bumped it's head against his shoulder.
"We'll clear this place out later. We should do a meet and greet before it gets dark." At this Finalstrike would let out an indignant huff before stubbornly turning away. It was clear he was less then enthusiastic about the prospect of meeting others, and Tore couldn't say he blamed the other after what he'd been through. "Come one, don't be like that. It's important to know who these people are if we're gonna be staying here. I know your not thrilled, but we've got to try." he said, tossing a chunk of dried meat at the other. Natural reflexes meant the Night Fury caught it easily, casting a wary glance toward Tore, though he knew it was right. "We can fill up on stores later; one of the good things to living with a group." said Tore as he took a bite of his own dried meat, before gesturing for the other to follow.
Stepping outside the pair had a clear view of the park across the street, which happened to work as a main hub for the clan, or so he'd heard. Great, that meant people would be able to hear him when he called. A hand signal toward his Night Fury and Finalstrike was settling down on his stomach, with Tore plopping down comfortably on a patch of moss a foot or so in front of the other, so that nobody could approach Finaltstrike without going through him. The Night Fury was tolerant, but far from friendly. "Meet and greet!" he called, voice clear even through his black bandanna. Time to meet some clanmates.
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