OPEN, JOINING — IT'S GOOD FOR THE SPINE (AND COFFIN REHEARSAL)

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]You know, all Peachmoon ever really wanted to do was die. But hey — that'd never happen! Not once in her pathetic life would she ever truly feel the sweet release of finally unlatching her nails from the edge between life and death. All she could do now was suffer. And it sucked. So she'd just have to find things to do and places to see in her own miserable existence. She clearly wasn't going anywhere, after all. Next stop: BloodClan. Was it her final stop? Hell if she knew. She thought she'd been content living a peaceful lifestyle in the arms of her quiet homeclan, but clearly her lust for adventure had overtaken her sensibility. Oh well.


    "Wow, this is disgusting," the petite fae commented as her tender paw pads pressed into the hot sand and her nostrils were filled with the reek of death. "The carcasses are a lovely touch, but their odor is unbelievable." Rotting flesh was not a scent Peachmoon liked. She liked the smell of petunias...and fresh blood. "But hey; at least they tried."


    Peachmoon stood on the border with a bored expression. She was a very small girl, who was often mistaken for a mere child. Perhaps she truly was a child. A little girl. She also resembled a doll, what with her big, baby blue eyes which were misty enough to where one could easily assume she were blind. Nonetheless, they were quite pretty. If you liked cute things, that is.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]"It is putrid, but it can drive someone away by smell alone. Not that many people are afraid of bodies anymore." Sleepy commented softly, tired eyes and her arm aching with the ghosted pain of Malkyn's cutting her arm open through their bond. Scrubbing at her eyes when she slowed to a stop, Sleepy offered the girl a small smile, her ears flattening against her head slightly. "Name and business?" She could assume joiner, but she wasn't going to. Sometimes there were just visitors.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify;]Kaiser had considered busting his head against the wall a few times all before Peachmoon showed up, really. It was a crude twist on the question, "how many licks does it take to get to te center of a tootsie pop?", but instead, how many knocks would it take to see beautiful women on a beach in Cuba. A few hundred, he supposed. Of course, there was already pretty women here that he could have. He just needed to put in some elbow grease and actually care about other people.


    It was a work in progress.


    The handsome wolf allowed his gaze to sweep over her as he approached, standing besides Sleepy with mild interest in his gaze. "I always thought we could arrange them. Maybe have a 'Little House on the Prarie' or 'Friends' setup with the corpses." Kaiser had to put in his two cents, of course.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]"You don't say," Peachmoon scoffed. The first person to approach her seemed to be a girl of a soft and sweet nature. It vaguely reminded her of the child she used to be. A happy child, one filled with grace and content. Haha. What a stupid kid she was. If she could see herself from the past, she'd ought to stab the youth in the chest. Teach her a lesson for what was soon to come.


    Peachmoon blinked her wide eyes upon hearing the standard formalities. What a dull thing to ask, really. But hey; some people simply just lacked the creative mind to color outside the lines. "Name's Peachmoon Banner. I'm here to join," she replied with a lopsided grin. Little Miss Banner was at it again.


    The next person happened to intrigue the girl with his own peculiar statement. "Now doesn't that sound like fun?" Peachmoon mused. "How about we do that sometime — just you and me?" Was she flirting with him? Peachmoon herself wasn't too sure, but she knew that just by taking one look at Kaiser she knew she'd have to learn more about it. A desperate immortal's instinct, one might say.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Seemed to be of soft and sweet. Sleepy was just tired, or maybe she was trying to counteract Malkyn's violent nature. Either way, she was tired and didn't feel like being a dick like most of her clanmates (if they were even around). Though, despite her soft nature, Sleepy tended to be guarded when she wanted to be. When Peach's attention was directed at Kaiser, her lip curled slightly in distaste, frowning just slightly. Did they have to be so.. blunt? Or more so, Peachmoon's side of things but either or, Kaiser was still rather lewd.


    "Accepted. Welcome to BloodClan, my name's Sleepyhollow." With her fur bristling and names out in the open, the tortie turned to leave, feeling mildly uncomfortable.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]"Hey, names Boo Harbinger" a mellow tone was accompanied by a slight nod of the feline's cream skull. One that would likely go unnoticed unless the joiner was focused on Boo's movements. It was nice to see that other creatures were in the same position he was in, new in a clan that seemed to be polar opposites to the clan he had once called home. Not that he could speak for Peachmoon, having never stayed within the climate WindClan had to offer. Boo was pretty sure they didn't use carcases as decorations though.

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    Joiners were nice, and the name Peachmoon definitely rang a bell.
    That was most likely because she was a former medic of WindClan and Sola had this habit of keeping tabs on that place (she lived there once upon a time before she died and disappeared for a while). Any connections to a past home were ones she wanted to keep, unless of course, bad memories followed. Fortunately, WindClan had only been good, but back to what was actually going on.


    "Welcome to BloodClan. I'm Sola." The female, through super senses, caught what was said, but she didn't currently have the energy to grin about it when her next comment came (her fiancé did just die). "Between you and me, I don't like the smell either." And she never had, but it could help reinforce their tough image and she was working towards that, so whatever worked, right?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:white; font-size: 9.5pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Because she was still so young, the child mistook the hidden meaning in the conversation between Kaiser and Peachmoon to be friendliness, and rightfully so, because they seemed to be getting along excellently from where she stood.


    Turtlecub wouldn't describe herself as cute because her self image was trash; she, from the moment her senses came to be, had been pushed around by the older and younger kids alike, those individuals having convinced her that she was indeed fat. When in all actuality, she was just chubby, which she would grow out of as she grew. But, when it came to herself, logic didn't exist. It was only what she was taught to believe by outside forces that had a bold mark on her being, albeit physically invisible to those around her, and nothing 一 no one 一 could tell her otherwise.


    The lynx cub was beginning to get use to joinings. Sit back, pretend to be nonexistent, and then nobody would talk to her. Sure, there had been the occurrence with Sleepy, but nothing that she couldn't handle.

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    Peachmoon's gaze darted back over to Sleepyhollow, who didn't seem to be sitting well with the things she'd said to Kaiser. Well, whoops. Peachmoon hadn't necessarily meant to make anyone feel nerved. "Hey...thanks," the girl called out to her as she watched the fae turn and walk away.


    Wow. Now there there was a sight she hadn't expected. Both Boo and Sola approached her next, much to Peachmoon's interest. Now, what was Boo doing here? Wasn't he, like, the SunClan leader? Or perhaps he'd finally needed a change of scenery. Peachmoon knew that feeling far too well. "Hey there. Nice to meet you two," the girl spoke with a gentle smile. Considering the reaction she'd gotten out of Sleepy, it was probably better she mellowed down her tone.


    The petite fae nodded towards Agatha in terms of a more silent greeting. She thought she was just about done...until she noticed one last person sitting a bit further back from the small crowd of BloodClanners. "Say, what's your name?" Peachmoon rarely took initiative towards people, especially those younger than her, but for once she was in a pretty good mood. She'd have to learn all their names eventually, anyway.

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    Padding up next to Agatha, Canada would offer a nod of her head. "Canadianflag, call me Canada, welcome." The white lioness would lash her tail once as her hellhound puppy Shamrock came tumbling behind her. Blinking her green eyes, the Knight of Scarclan would lick her lips to moisten them against the desert sun. "The corpses are an acquired taste, we're fucked if a necromancer comes dancing along here."

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    Oh.


    Now this was nice. Kaiser was always in need of some quality entertainment, and it appeared that Peachmoon could be a good provider. The handsome timber wolf would patiently wait for her to finish her conversations with some of his other clanmates- it appeared that quite a few recognized her. A familiar faceD that's what he needed. He knew that everything came with a price. What would be hers?


    A grin forming on the dark male's muzzle, he'd quickly look over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear to make some wisecracks. He wouldn't want any of his friends seeing that he was an abhorrent, masochistic flirt, right?


    "Id love to, Miss Banner. " He responded at last. "I quite enjoy s..experiments."


    Sexperiments?


    Was it a screw up, or calculated? It was hard to tell. That dark smirk was still on his muzzle.

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    A smile was offered in Peachmoon's direction before her light blue gaze was sweeping over those present, eventually landing on Kaiser after hearing him say s..experiments. God, he wasn't even trying to be subtle. Despite this inner thought that maybe she could help him, it also seemed to be useless that she was even trying; however, it wasn't as if she was just going to give up on him. He probably had enough people who have done that to him, so Sola would suck it up and just shoot the male a look.