[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px;; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase;]"Who would like the honor of meeting me?" The feline called out, his expression barely changing from the sleepy smile that seemed to be a permanent feature anymore. He never had his own personal meet and greet in either of his previous clans. He held a mass meet and greet in WindClan, but that was it. He didn't think he would have to hold one here either. He figured everyone would gradually just learn who he was over time. But he was rather lonely seeing as there was just one familiar face here and hadn't really interacted with the others that much yet, so he decided to speed the process up a bit.
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[size=8][color=#ECDBBC]"Tama would!" The serval approached, a cheery smile lacing tender features as she greeted him. He had been.. Had he been a dual-joiner, at the time? Tama couldn't remember too well, but she could remember the fact that she had definitely seen him before, probably during his joining.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]"Um.... okay...?" the honor of meeting him? Maybe it would be an honor to meet her parents... but not this person. Mary frowned. She already knew him from when he joined, though.
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So there was Tama, Lostboy, and... whoever this lady was. Nice. "Ah, silly me. I forgot to introduce myself. If you don't already know who I am for some reason, my name is Showpaw." He said, the look on his face brightening up into an expression that was a mixture of playfulness and smugness. The 'if you don't already know who i am for some reason' part was pretty much him just joking around. Trying to be his usual old cheerful and energetic self again. Which wasn't working out too well for him."So, how're you all doing? I'm hoping the answer is 'well'." Showpaw added politely, dipping his head at the three who had approached.
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[size=8][color=#ECDBBC]"N-Nice to meet you!" The femme would give a happy chirp, finding the male quite.. A-Ah.. Interesting, so far. He seemed quite curt, despite him speaking of people having the 'honour' to meet him. She was only guessing that that had been a figment of amusement, though. He had even gone to ask them how they were all doing, so she was assuming that he was a nice person. Though, then again, Tama believed that almost everyone were nice people. "Tama's doing well! I-Is everything going alright for you? Do you like it here?"
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Well, he liked the territory. It was quite interesting, like something straight from a fairy tale. Absolutely stunning, a place he thought he'd only see in his imagination or daydreams. It was amazing that such a place existed. The clan inhabiting it seemed nice as well. He had met only a few of his new clanmates, but they seemed rather pleasant. "Nice to meet you too, Tama. I'm doing great, thank you for asking. And yeah, I think I do like it here so far. It's really pretty." Showpaw responded. He wasn't exactly doing fine, but he didn't want anyone to worry about him. That was one of the reasons he initially joined BlizzardClan in a dual-membership, which ended up being a full membership.[ thank you!! + oh goodness, what happened? :c hope you feel better soon! ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Oh. This guy seemed very cool, and sure of himself to top it off. Maybe it would rub off on Decemberkit if she hung around. That would be nice. The young feline shuffled over, wide blue eyes fixed on Showpaw with a look of mild admiration and extreme nervousness. "I'm, um," she managed to begin, her anxiety getting the best of her again, "Decemberkit. Nice to meet you!" she greeted earnestly, eyes wide as she spoke.#hippytemplate [/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Darian padded up beside his mother and looked at Showpaw. "Uh. Hey. I'm Darian," the young jaguar said as he sat down beside Lostboy. So it was an honour to meet him? Was he a big deal in his old clan? Only he would know.