do i look lonely?// JOINING // i see the shadows on my face

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    [justify][font=Georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D][font=Georgia] The young male had been a loner ever since he could remember. He was born in a rescue center, and he never knew his mother or his father. He lived solitary his whole life, but he decided this needed to change. he knew of a group near him, Windclan, he heard it was called. He concluded it couldn't hurt to try it- why not? Now, he had to work out his genius plan to get them to trust him apon first sight and let him in. Easy, right?
    The Savannah Cat had decided his best bet was to walk into their territory and hope to stumble apon a fairly nuetral animal willing to tell him how to join their clan. It had seemed like a good plan- now he had his doubts. But it was too late to turn back now.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]The deer had been taking a walk along the borders of Windclan, since she had nothing currently going on. Toriel then spotted the Savannah cat on the border. She smiled brightly and decided to go greet the newcomer. "[b]Hello! Name and business?    "




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    pinky nervously padded up towards the two, although halting when he came, what he felt was close enough; which ended up being only a few pawsteps. careful, cyan blue visionaries glued onto the possible newcomer in case he could probably try something, anything funny.
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    19 moons ; hard ; Blizzardclan

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    [justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] Sven's mouth widened with a smile. “Name's Sven. Business is, well, I'm not sure myself. I came here lookin' for somewhere to be less lonely. Know a place?” he asked. His eyes wandered around the place. A plain. Well, that would make sense, wouldn't it d***a**? he asked himself. shaking his head, he looked back at the deer and close species relatives, two cats, that had just appeared near him. He flinched as one of them shouted something inaudible. “What about yourself?” He squinted his eyes. That one was odd.

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    what a chill individual, the black she cat joined the group, wearing her puffy yellow jacket as she usually did, the young pregnant windclanner rose a brow, " there are lots of places to be less lonely " Elesa mewed simply

    [justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] Where would one find such a place? he asked, tilting his head. Quite a group was forming. He felt a bit overwhelmed- he'd never been around so many at one time. His ears flattening a little, he stood back a bit. “How many are in this clan? he asked, his lip curling a little. he didn't really like being around so many- maybe joining a clan wasn't such a good idea..

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]Toriel thought for a moment. Yeah, there were a lot of people in this clan, but everybody was pretty nice, so it didn't seem like a big deal to her, but maybe it was a big deal for Sven. "[b]There are...many people here in Windclan, but most of them are really kind. It seems a bit intimidating at first, but Windclan is a good place once you settle in.    " The white-failed deer assured, nodding her head slightly.




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    " this place is packed " she mewed bluntly even though the question had already been answered, she didnt seem too much like the welcoming type, probably the mood swings from her pregnancy, but she wasnt one to really care, she got the job done

    [justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] He looked to the side a bit. Maybe this wasn't the best thing to do. Well, he had gotten this far, he might as well keep going. He was a little nervous, even sweating a little. “I g-guess that's okay. So, can you lovely people show me how one would join this less lonely place?” he asked, attempting to hide the shakiness in his voice.

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    " boom your in " she mewed plainly, " auto accepting policy, yada yada yada welcome to windclan " she mewed, pulling her jacket more over herself more, it was damn cold

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]The deer looked over at Elesa, her ears perked. Elesa sure was good at explaining only the necessary details! "[b]As Elesa said, there's an auto-acceptance policy. I truly hope that Windclan meets your expectations, Sven. It's a really nice place.    " Toriel explained softly. She could see that he was a little nervous, but she completely understood, since she had been in his place almost a month ago.




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    [justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] He smiled. Toriel was sweet. She made him feel a bit better. “So, where's it at? The place that's going to miraculously make my life of strict solitude whither to dust?” he asked, makingnit sound like he was sarcastic, but he really meant it. He was excited- no, he didn't get excited. He was ready, and okay with joining this clan. right?


    sick undertale name dude :"00

    " if your asking about the camp we can take you there, expect lots of welcomes and such " she mewed, oh poo her kits were kicking, thats exactly what she needed right here, couldnt they wait to thrash until they were born? because damn

    [justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] “Please.” was all he said. He didn't think he was ready for all the 'welcomes' she had spoke about. oh well, what could he do? as he followed them, his mind began to fill up with what he could do, and he realized that her could do a lot. but he was still deciding if he wanted to.

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    [justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] Sven smiled. He liked this guy, he seemed cool. “woaAH. Nice one, man.” he laughed, genuinely amused. Maybe windclan wouldn't be so bad after all.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]Toriel couldn't help but roll her eyes as Sans came over, already making puns. But, she couldn't help but shake her head and laugh along, too.
    "[b]My goodness, Sans. Would you be a deer and find me some more punny jokes? I seem to be running low on puns, after all.    " She chirped, a bright smile on her face. It looked like Sven was also pretty impressed with how quick the skeleton could think up puns.




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    [justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] “Wow. Good ones, guys, i'm dying here.” he said sarcastically, but a huge smile was on his face. Friends, maybe they could be. He hadn't had many of those as of late.