I've seen this place before - open + joiner

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    The shiba inu child padded along the border with a little grin on her face. Freedom. Away from Nos. Don't get her wrong, she loved her dad and all but the young demon needed time to... breath. Time to just step back and break free from her leash. Her little curled tail wagged enthusiastically as she came to a halt, gazing at the territory. It looked interesting. Fascinating. And rumor had it that one or two of her siblings were about here aswell. Nice.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]"Hola." Seafoam greeted, the blue tabby far padding up with a curious glance in Clementine's direction. There were several people joining, but she had, by now, concluded that the majority of them were relatives or close friends of Nosferatu; this one appeared to be as well, considering the fact that there were other shiba inu babies hopping about. "Name and business 一 and don't mind me asking, but are you one of Nos' kids?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px][justify]Making her way to meet the canine at the border Mettie didn't see the use to speak or greet the newcomer yet as they had just been questioned but flashed a welcoming grin anyways.


    Another of Nos' kids? Well since the femme didn't even know that the demon was a father to so many kids til recently, Mettie was quite surprised to see so many coming over to be with their family and of so many species to add to that. #Mettie [/fancypost]

    Clem looked to Seafoam with curiosity, eyes lighting up as she gazed at the deputy. Hola. Spanish. Nice. The shiba inu smile grew as the feline approached. "Clementine. Clementine Gabriel Harbringer is my full name but Clem is fine. Here to join." the canine barked with a flick of her ear. "And yep, Nossy is my dad. How do you know him?" She added with a nod to Metropolis.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family; font-size: 8pt]Oh, well, Anders knew Nos because they were married, but, you know ... Not everybody knew because of that. He was just ... Privileged. Very, very privileged. And, apparently, loving Nos came with a good few kids on the side, Clementine being ... somewhere in the seven hundreds, last to his count. The feline said none of this, however, eyes wandering over the Shiba Inu, and then he managed a smile, tail swishing. " Well, you have a lot of siblings, let me tell you. Lots and ... lots of ... siblings. My name's Anders - funnily enough, I've never really been given a nickname. It's always just been Anders. " probably because Anders wasn't even his ... real name ... ah, well. Nobody knew that. They didn't need to know that.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 310px;][justify][size=9pt][font=Arial]oh god more demons. if more of nos' kids were coming, she was going to freak. luckily this one seemed sweet and not out to kill impala, so she was good. padding up, the australian shepherd gave a weak grin and waved her tail back and forth. "well, well, nos had a lot of fun huh? that's good for him. name's impala winchester- nice meeting you, and welcome. need anything? food, water, toy cars?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family; font-size: 8pt]" How about ... a bone? Dogs like bones, right? " creepy things. Canines and Anders had never gone ... well ... together ... he was a cat cat. And before that, he'd been a cat dragitsune. He liked cats quite a bit, needless to say. " Or ... a stick. A frisbee? I don't know. "
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    The serval entered the scene, white pelt flat and blue scarf wrapped around her neck. She blinked her polar optics. "I'm Russia." She stated flatly.
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    Anders. Right. She'd have to remember that name. It did however sound quite familiar and she guessed she had heard her father or perhaps one of her siblings mention it before. She did nod in agreement with his statement about her siblings. Yes, she did have a ton of brothers and sisters. All little demon spawn or cambion kids running around and spreading their 'joy' to the world. In her case, she really was spreading joy. She wasn't all about the murder, death and destruction. Yeah, maybe in one or two video games but she would only really hurt someone if they did something to deserve it. Not like other mindless demons who just acted to kill everything that moved. Now that would just get annoying over time. She had her own way. She was as close to an angel that a demon could be. Well, even though demons were technically fallen angels and all but that was a whole other thing.


    Her lips did however twitch in annoyance when bones, sticks and Frisbees were mentioned. She hated stereotypes and the one she hated the most was about her own kind. Not every dog enjoyed playing with such things. That was like how all cats apparently liked balls of string or yarn or whatever. It boiled her blood but she didn't show how much it got under her skin, she just let a polite smile form. "Nice to meet you Anders, Impala, Russia. And no, none of that is needed at the moment. Thanks for asking. And I don't think I'll be playing with bones or sticks any time soon. Thanks anyway" she said politely with a nod and a smile. That's how everyone should be. Not speaking out and being rude. It annoyed her further that others just voiced their mind openly to cause conflict when there is no need to. Well, she did find a lot of things annoying.

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    She had plenty of bones, both inside and outside of her body. Of course, this Shiba Inu didn't want any, but should she suddenly feel the need to gnaw, Elizabeth totally had her covered. Not that she would give anything away though. She nearly scoffed from the density of such a notion, as if she would willingly offer something to anyone. Nearly rolling her eyes out of her head, the svelte leopard approached, seafoam blue eyes locked on Clementine. "Oi, welcome to Sunclan, lass." Her voice held a rough welsh accent, scarred cheek lifted by a charming smile. "Name's Elizabeth Prewett Davis."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=10]Well, this kid was cute...? The golden-retriever drew forth, halting besides Elizabeth and Anders. Acknowledging the rest of his clan-mates with a nod of his head. Clementine? He'd shrug at the name before forcing his voice into action. "Welcome to SunClan. James." A hesitant pause. He wasn't doing to great today, loss of sleep, probably. "But, hey, almost everyone calls me Bucky." He'd draw in a breath, leaning back and forth, glad for the short relief away from the metal prosthetic, being in Steve's body and all. "I, uh, accidentally switched bodies with someone. This isn't my real body... for future reference." Was there humor there? Maybe. At least talking about it seemed to pick him up some more so that his blue-gaze flickered with a bit more liveliness.


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