( NEVER GOING DOWN ; open, meet & greet )

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; color:; text-align: justify;]★ - Oh how friendly Blizzardclan had seemed already. Airborne was feeling right at home! He wasn't here to stay forever, though. He would remain here for a long time, however, and maybe decide to stay permanently sometime in the far future. That was too much to think about at the moment. He had only just arrived, after all, and didn't plan on figuring his plans out just yet. Now was a time to meet new faces and get to know everyone around him.


    The large canine stood in the center of camp, a lopsided grin plastered on his maw as he rapidly wagged his tail. With excitement he stood up straight, amber colored optics observing the area for any unfamiliar beings. [b]"Gather for a meet and greet!" He woofed, prodding a single paw against the ground. "My name is Airborne."

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    [size=16pt]"A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES"[/size]

    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]/ i just realised i think i called him a her earlier shit i'm so sorry oh god


    "A-Ah, Airi, is everything going alright?" Tama would greet, gentle smile lacing her lips upon her approach. The male had been quite friendly upon his arrival, and she really hoped that they'd be able to become friends. He really did seem like the kind of person Tama would value as company, after all.

    [align=left][size=6][font=georgia][shadow=black,left][color=lightgreen]Partypaw[/size]
    [size=3][font=georgia][shadow=white,left][color=navy][i]"help me,
    im holding on for dear life..."[hr][hr][justify][font=georgia][color=white]


    Partypaw was still a little hung over. "Hi there..." she said, giggling for no apparent reason. The lioness was out of it, but she had done this to herself in order to stay happy.

    My name's Hogwash, nice to meet you! the anthro male hums as he walks over, waving towards the stranger. Well, he was a stranger too, but to him he wasn't, so he wasn't about to consider himself a stranger since he didn't see himself as one. Pouring some skittles into his hand, he would proceed to sit on the ground before snacking on the colorful candies he now held.

    [align=left][size=6][font=georgia][shadow=black,left][color=lightgreen]Partypaw[/size]
    [size=3][font=georgia][shadow=white,left][color=navy][i]"help me,
    im holding on for dear life..."[hr][hr][justify][font=georgia][color=white]


    "ooo, you got candy again! Can I have some?" she asked, her lions tail wagging like a dog. And some might have thought she couldn't get any weirder. Wrong.

    The male shrugged before throwing the packet of skittles that remained to the other. He had more bags back at his room anyways. Not that he would tell anyone. He certainly didn't want his favorite food to get stolen, especially all it. True, he could just get more, but that was too much hassle, and he personally didn't care to much for humans.

    [align=left][size=6][font=georgia][shadow=black,left][color=lightgreen]Partypaw[/size]
    [size=3][font=georgia][shadow=white,left][color=navy][i]"help me,
    im holding on for dear life..."[hr][hr][justify][font=georgia][color=white]


    she practically scarfed them down. Yeah, she would get a tummy ache... well, if she was NORMAL anyways. But there was nothing normal about the green furred party girl. The lioness was as far from normal as you could get on the party girl side of the spectrum anyways. The nightshades were known to be mental, half of the members of the family suffering from insanity, half from depression, and some from both. Not to mention they were either over-emotional or completely emotionless. No in between. Then again, seeing as they were all descendants of that insane split personality suffering traitorous love bird and total kit machine Ruby/Alexandra Nightshade, what was one to expect?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 14px;][justify][sub]hi, the puff ball of brown fur squealed and wobbled over as he spoke. i'm palmer. he too had been brought into the clan not too far back, and was feeling right at home with the others. taking a seat, the kitten stuck out the tiniest white paw and began licking the fur on it.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]"Hello. I'm Darian," the young jaguar said as he approached the new stranger, interest peaking in his amber optics. My, he hadn't seen this many new people in a whole week! It was pretty cool, to be honest.