[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]The pastel yellow, somewhat stocky young she-cat with a white flower crown stumbled onto the border, with a corn dog hanging from her mouth as usual. BlizzardClan, huh? Mustard thought the place was simply called BlizzardClan because it sounded cool, not because it literally had constant blizzards.
Shivering and shaking snowflakes off her rosy pink nose, the plump youth waddled into camp. It was rather decorated. She obverved the little stone huts, particularily the ones with vines. They were especially pretty.
Get your head out of the clouds, Mustard thought, shaking her head. Right now you focus on finding a home. And so the child did, sitting down at the center of the camp, waiting for someone to pass by.
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Blackcub scented someone unfamiliar, and immediately approached the pastel yellow she-cat. The black jaguar immediately unsheathed his claws, baring his teeth at the stranger. "Who are you? What are you doing in BlizzardClan camp?" He demanded, a low growl in his throat.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family; font-size: 8pt]Now, if one expected Malfoy to have memorised all of his clanmates in such a short space of time, they'd be hugely disappointed, because he, to those over-expectant individuals' greatest despair, had not. He knew a few faces, of course, a few names, but it took time to separate one moron from its pack of morons and find some defining feature other than their moronity, which, unfortunately, the rest of its little troop shared, making them practically indistinguishable. Sometimes, he found himself longing for what he'd now curtly refer to as the past (and in a sarcastically saccharine mental voice refer to as what it truly was - a living hell that he had somehow miraculously endured and escaped, and yet still seemed to defend with a hot hostility), and then he'd catch himself. It was hard, though, to remind himself that being surrounded by idiots was better than his only other apparent alternative.
And so all of this ultimately led to him not knowing the difference between a new joiner and a complete stranger. Draco only took notice because Blackcub's snarl alerted him on a miserably mundane walk to get some food, and he halted mid-stride, turning to watch the pitifully small jaguar face off the female sat familiarly in camp, as if she'd always been there. He thought about joining in, but then realised that was ridiculous, and continued his daily business in the background, picking through his meal options distastefully before deciding that food was a ridiculous notion and turning his attention discreetly to the duo, eyes unblinking.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia] Eyes widening, the she-cat shifted her blue-green optics towards the young jaguar. The yellow feline didn't really look that much like she'd plant a bomb in the camp for the most part, so she didn't really know what the kid thought of her. "Easy there, guy." she mewed awkwardly. "I'm Mustard, and I was simply wondering if I could stay here for a few nights?" She shuffled a little ways from the jaguar, somewhat intimidated by his bared teeth.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 14px;][justify][sub]the dull brown kitten was the next to join the group. he didn't know exactly what was going on, although what he took from it was that one cub was looking hostile, and the other? well she was asking to stay. so she was from the outside? palmer approached her and sniffed, a little alert at first. she didn't seem too threatening. he knew the rules of blizzardclan, but it still seemed out of place for someone as young as him to say that she could join. what if he got in trouble? no, that wouldn't be the case. maybe the cub would get mad at him for letting her in without knowing all that about the outsider? in that case, the femme would be there and he thought he could wobble away pretty fast. you can stay. he decided to meow after all. i'm palmer.