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    "Hello, SunClan." Came the hoarse voice of a bony wild cat, more specifically a lynx, as he stumbled forward, stepping across the border. Tufted audits pricked, his mouth hung open just slightly as he tasted the air before adding, "My name is Doug. Doug Rattmann. I've come to join."


    The reason for his joining? He didn't just want a clan, he needed one. Doug had been without social interaction of any form for far too long, considering his mental health had deteriorated immensely without anyone to talk to, and at this point he was in bad shape. He hadn't been eating well recently, which was taking a toll on his physical health now, and he probably hadn't slept for days. He promised himself he wouldn't just be a useless mouth to feed though. He was definitely intelligent and quick-thinking and probably had a lot to offer. Doug just needed help, a little push to get back on his feet.[/fancypost][align=center]
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]"Doug is a nice name." The demoness said from the shadows, her golden eyes first before she steps out and studies the male, who looks exhausted and hungry as hell. She tilts her head and pushes forwards a plump vole. "Eat. And you're accepted, hun. I'm Cain Vexed." She introduced herself with a flicker of her chocolate tail, bat wings giving a little flap.

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    "Thank you." Doug sighed, relief washing over him as he gave the demoness a grateful look, leaning his head over the vole and sniffing it cautiously before deciding it was safe to eat and taking a few quick, small bites. He probably didn't think the fresh kill had been poisoned, but it was a bit of a paranoid habit to smell things before touching or eating them. [/fancypost][align=center]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; width:488px; color:black; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; margin-top:3px]The fox would breath softly, her outtake barely audible as she slide silently over, standing wordlessly off to the side. Amber optics dully taking in Doug, she would comment, offhandedly,"Welcome to Sunclan, then;I am Immy."[/fancypost]


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    Blacklight padded over, dipping her head to the stranger. He didn't look too great, honestly. A bit bony. He probably needed to eat. She perked her ears, listening to him speak. "Welcome to SunClan. I'm Blacklight. Do you want a tour? Or something to eat?"


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    ic. Another commotion at the border, and Caspar was there, simply because he was interested in any sort of scenario that could happen. The people were interesting too, but generally, it was the interactions he liked to see most. It was then that he had the stunning realization he hadn't had anyone to gossip with for quite a while now, not since being forgotten here in Sunclan and waiting to be picked back up. Frowning at that, the male shook those sort of thoughts out his head nonetheless before stopping near the sidelines, looking Doug up and down once before wrinkling his nose in distaste.


    "If he accepts that, you should show him some locations where he can bathe properly," meowed the torbie male, the little bell on his pale pink collar jingling as he moved to sit. His words were not of the cruelest intentions, but more so the fact that by looking at Doug it was easy to see he wasn't the most well-cared for. Bony was one thing, and Caspar had made the assumption that being bony meant being unkempt for, as well. Nonetheless his gaze did soften to a point, and it didn't take long for the male to get back up on his paws. "Ugh but since he is so bony I'll graciously go and get some more food," he meowed, still not really knowing the art of being subtle, compassionate, and not rude. Regardless the torbie male vanished into the pine trees once more with a jingle from his bell, before returning as quickly as he could with some more food from camp, nudging it towards the lynx with a bit of hesitancy due to Doug being a feline larger than he. Words were one thing, actions another entirely, after all.[/size]
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    "N-no, it's fine, I'm probably alright for now." Doug stammered quickly, however there was already more food in front of him. Well, if they were offering to feed him, he could definitely use it. He just hoped he wasn't being bothersome, though he realized he probably shouldn't worry too much about seeming pathetic because Doug would be lying to himself if he thought he was in any sort of good shape.


    Eating the rest of the prey that had been shoved to him, Doug found himself feeling quite a bit better without hunger clawing angrily at his stomach, though he still had a ways to go before he could consider himself healthy again. And, taking note of what Caspar seemed to be saying, perhaps a bath wasn't a terrible idea either. "I can do that." He agreed, ears twitching at the way even his own voice echoed in them. It was kinda cool, Doug thought. Everyone sounded disembodied and spooky, like ghosts or something. "Uh, where is the nearest river or pond then?" Oh man, what if there were alligators? Or venomous snakes? He hadn't thought about that. No, he needed to relax a little, he'd probably be fine. [/fancypost][align=center]
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