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    We can pretend that the CC thread never happened, actually. That'd be great.


    Alistair had, luckily, escaped without anybody actually following him, and though he expected they had people looking for a rather striking African leopard with a tendency to randomly say stupid things, one that was also occasionally adorning Grey Warden attire when he so desired, and if not, usually carrying most of it with him (though he'd left it nearby in a ditch to throw off the scent, and he'd likely retrieve it once he had a safe base), he didn't think they knew where he was. Aside from around Ferelden, they'd likely head to ColouredClan, and then find themselves baffled when he wasn't there. Either way, Alistair thought he was safe for a while, considering the Grey Wardens mysteriously wanted him for ... something, conveniently after he disagreed with all their plans.


    Well, what happened in the Wardens tended to stay in the Wardens, and as he was no longer in the Wardens, that was a problem. Still, Alistair wasn't a total blabbermouth (ha!), so maybe they'd eventually leave him alone.


    Or not. That was good too.


    The leopard wasn't sure where he was, but it wasn't home — wherever home was, any more (he didn't technically have one, come to thing of it). Still, it was a nice place to be — definitely better than a Warden prison, or a Warden torture-dungeon, not that he'd ever seen one. It was nice to daydream about his potential, painful demise, anyway. It was character-building. " Hello? " Alistair called, eventually coming to a halt near the border and shifting back and forth. " Anyone there? "
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 11px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto; width: 470px;][size=8]"Anyone there?" Lady wasn't even sure she could answer that question; her mind was distant and hazy compared to her body that worked in its separate ways, forcing smiles and engaging in pointless small talk. Her insides were miserable while her outside soaked in the sunshine and smiles. Quite pathetic, really, but it was all the snowy she-wolf had ever known. "I'am." Greeted the Brit with a narrowed, cyan gaze. Since she was so new to SunClan she wasn't sure if this guy was a joiner, returning, or a messenger. "Name and business?" She finally asked, taking a seat. She didn't even bother attempting to smile now, she just stared with mild curiosity and tired eyes.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]His umber eyes only held wariness as he moved across the forest. He couldn't climb like he wanted to for his injuries were too great for such strenuous movements and it was all her fault. That backstabbing deputy. He had thought he could trust her but no, he had been lied to from the start. Now, he was watching his back for any Sunclanners who might attack him without warning. His eyes shifted as he heard someone say a hello and his ears perked up a little bit. Interest didn't show in his gaze but he approached none the last. His body was wrapped up in many bandages all over his body and chest and as he sat down a wince settled over his face. "What do yae need?" The Irish black leopard spoke.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Oh, and look at that. Somebody approached fairly quickly, something Alistair was glad for; he wasn't all that good with waiting whilst a fugitive, if he was perfectly honest. Being hunted did many a terrible thing to an already fleeting patience, anyway, though he had done a lot of lurking around and awaiting a sudden appearance, recently. Perhaps he was learning more and more whilst being hunted for ... Maker knew what. What did they want him for?


    He was about to reply to Ladylibterty when Roguenation, too, materialised from the forest, and the leopard tilted his head so that he could study them both. " My name is Alistair, " he greeted, nodding once. The best thing about these sorts of lands, really, was the fact that nobody actually knew who he was, and it meant that he didn't have to deal with constant questions. Still, this simple protocol was difficult enough to answer, considering his business ... he didn't know. " I'm ... looking to join, if that's alright. "
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    The soft voice of the goddess incarnate seemed to float through the air, just as she herself seemed to make her way to the group. Now that she was back home, she remembered exactly what she had done before, and how to keep doing it. "Welcome to SunClan. I am Meteorpaw."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Alistair turned, slightly, as Meteorpaw approached, and he nodded, once, eyes flitting over her form once. " Thanks, " he replied in a somewhat dazed manner, blinking multiple times before offering her his typical smile, albeit a little faded. When he realised where he was, though, he paused, thinking. SunClan? They'd warred with ColouredClan, once, and he'd been in the latter clan at the time. " Ah ... yes. Mind showing me to camp? I'd wander around aimlessly, but I'm on a tight schedule, unfortunately, and I'd really like to be somewhere a little less open. "
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]"We can do that!" Summerpaw purred, padding forth. She had spotted a small grouping of animals here, and guess what, a joining. They seemed to be pretty common around here-- half of the time she spotted a creature walking towards the border for some reason or other, but all looking for shelter and protection. That was why she had come here too. "I mean, I can do it. I'm Summerpaw, by the way!"
    /rushed


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; width:488px; color:black; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; margin-top:3px]For some reason, she really just did not want to introduce herself, so, she didn't. Shuffling over to stand in the back of the forming group, the vulpine would gingerly tilt her cranium to the side, amber optics bored.[/fancypost]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Alistair turned, slightly, as another female approached, this time a two-tailed Scottish Fold with a bright expression on her features. She seemed a lot more friendly than the others, though, true to the name, nobody in SunClan appeared particularly cold. " Ah, well, lead the way, then, my lady! " Alistair replied with a somewhat bolder smile and a nod, stepping over the border in a way of cementing his presence here — hopefully he'd not get dragged off, and he'd actually get to stay a while.


    He spied Immortalkisses out of the corner of his eye and he tipped his head in greeting to her, tail swishing at his heels.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-14px][glow=blue,3,000][size=25pt][color=#000080][font=arial] [b]-IMMORTALKISSES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; height:1px; background-color:black; width:488px; margin-top:-8px; opacity:0.6][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; height:1px; background-color:black; width:488px; margin-top:-5px; opacity:0.6][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; width:488px; color:black; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; margin-top:3px]And, she had been spotted; great. Deflating a bit to herself, the vulpine would wiggle around until her cranium rested on her paws, amber optics disinterested. "Welcome to Sunclan, I'm Immy," she would murmur, polite, but apathetic. [/fancypost]


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    "ah yes, welcome to sunclan fellow sunfucker. what was you're name again? asstair? hmm, maybe not, but i still just came so fuck it. name's roosterteeth." should he be here? no. but causing havoc was something that led him here. with his spotted tale flicking ever so often, the red merle shrugged and gave his shit-eating him. "don't get lost, even if you got goody-two-shoes with you."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Immy didn't look all that pleased to see him, but Alistair wouldn't be put off. The male nodded again to her with a smile, making a small gesture of respect with his paw before trying to face Roosterteeth with another nod. Fellow Sunfucker? " I don't ... think ... I'd like to, ah, do anything like that with the sun. It'd be hot, though, wouldn't it? " ah, yes, the puns. He'd been thumped 'round the head enough times for them, but would he ever learn? No — he was a bad boy.


    " And it's Alistair, for the record. " his accent had him emphasising the ' air ' part of his name, but most tended to ignore the long drag, annoyingly so. " Asstair works too, though, I suppose. Nice to meet you. " he replied with a grin, nodding again. " And I'll be careful, don't worry. Though, come to think of it, getting lost is my speciality. "
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px][justify]This was a very captivating scene for the young woman, clearly entranced by the way that the social heiarchy was beginning to form in just this small moment of time. The enigmatic femme found herself analyzing each of the faces here, from Alistair to all of her Sunclan clanmates. It was a friendly lot, but everyone had ulterior motives. Including Alistair. Within closer examination, Carrie decided that he was leaving something out. Hm. She was going to ask him if he was a fugitive, but he seemed to sweet and kind for her to blatantly inquire something so bold. It was of no consequence to her, and frankly, it wasn't any of her business, either.


    She'd make it hers one day, of course, but today was not the day. She didn't want to get in trouble for interrogating newcomers on both her and their first day on Sunclan territory.


    Her eyes fell on Roosterteeth, both shocked and amused. "Charming." The pretty female commented mostly to herself, but it was audible if he felt the desire to comment on it or her. Those oceanic blues next directed themselves onto Alistair, someone she felt she had been depriving of attention for too long. "Welcome to Sunclan, Alistair. I'm new here as well, so I probably couldn't give you the best advice, but feel free to find me if you have any questions and we'll figure it out together." The femme would say cryptically. Was she... flirting with him? Perhaps she was just being friendly. Caroline was too much of a mystery to truly be sure.