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    [color=aliceblue][font=georgia][size=10px]well, his old home had been too busy for him to keep up with so jan had the idea of moving somewhere a little quieter. it wasn't exactly an ally of scarclan but he didn't think that they were enemies so that was good. at least that way he could still pay his old mum a visit. with more siblings on the horizon that was an important thing. the alabaster feline stood silently on the border, blue optics on the search for anyone who might be around.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Aaron had been out and about, doing whatever it was he did when he was left alone. And that wasn't often, seeing as Lucinda had put him under surveillance. But soon enough, he discovered he wasn't alone. Not at all, actually. Someone on the border. Curiously the russet tabby approached, nervous smile placed on his maw.


    "Hi thair." The southern creature drawled. "N-Name and business?" He asked with a lop of his cranium.

    [fancypost borderwidth=; border: 0px black; border-radius: 0px; bgcolor=transparent; width: 300px; auto;][justify][size=7pt]/ YELLS MIA I SEE YOU


    Nighttales didn't know all that much about Scarclan. Only that there were a bunch of kids running around with some dance-woman as their mother. Oh, and that old-guy.. What was his name.. Crackerjacker? No, maybe he was getting things mixed up. Either way, there were a whole load of veterans over in Scarclan, and that was basically all he happened to know about the place.


    The male halted his saunter beside Aaron, a grin slanting his jaw, as his golden orbs settled on the figure before the two of them. "Yo!" He'd greet, seating himself lazily. "What he said."

    [color=aliceblue][font=georgia][size=10px]ah, finally. that was good. he'd been beginning to wonder whether or not there was anyone around. january gave the seemingly shy feline an encouraging smile of sorts before talking. [color=lightblue]hey, i'm januaryromance. i won't bother with my last names or we'll be here all day. i'm here to join if you'll have me. he replied in a somewhat cheerful fashion, giving the other male a nod of acknowledgement in the process.


    //hehe, hey saka..now you see me and now you don't :3

    [fancypost borderwidth=; border: 0px black; border-radius: 0px; bgcolor=transparent; width: 300px; auto;][justify][size=7pt]This guy seemed cheery, to say the least. That was all Nighttales could quite pick up from him, at the moment. Nevertheless, that was quite alright. "Well, welcome to the clan, then. Nighttales Xerses-Vennum, it's a pleasure to meet you and etcetera." He paused for a moment, rolling his shoulders back and stretching his limbs. "Hmm, would you like a tour, or anything like that?"


    / whAT IS THIS SORCERY

    [color=aliceblue][font=georgia][size=10px]at the male's response, he stood up and stretched a little. well, at least he'd be staying. that was good, no moving his ass around again for the sake of it. [color=lightblue]thanks, it's nice to meet you too. a tour would be great if you're offering, i don't want to get lost. jan replied smoothly. he was raring to go. a new place with new people. gods, he'd have a lot on his plate in terms of remembering shit.


    //nazzo! hai :3


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    The child didn't really see many joiners as of late. Or at least, she didn't take the time to greet them when the joined. Perhaps she just had bad timing occasionally. Limping over, Pastelkit gazed up at the unfamiliar male with a blank face, then smiled, albeit a bit weakly. "Hello, I'm Pastelkit." She greeted, mustering up some warmth into her voice.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]Coming behind Pastelkit, the tall kitsune made his way forth. Standing next to female with a lazy blink of his eyes, the male lowered his gaze to January. "Welcome. I'm Scarekit." The five month old almost hated using that name. He wanted to be an apprentice already. It couldn't come fast enough. Huffing quietly, he looked over the warrior once more. The boy did not try to spy, it was a simple judgement. Was this stranger going to harm his clan mates? ah, Scare would find out.


    [hr][align=center]SCAREKIT * [abbr=medium physical difficulty, difficult mental difficulty - no powers currently]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * OTHER INFO * BIOGRAPHY
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    [color=aliceblue][font=georgia][size=10px]aww, they were both cute. jan loved kids...he genuinely did. it was a shame he didn't have his own around anymore, they'd all disappeared a little after his wife had died. [color=lightblue]it's nice to meet you both too. the name's januaryromance if you didn't catch it but please, call me jan. he greeted with a museless smile.


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    [font=arial][size=9pt][color=white]My heart is wasted and cut up like a drug and your tears, they taste like vinegar and [b]blood

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; width:488px; color:black; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; margin-top:3px]And here another child would approach, though he was much older mentally; blue optics washing gently over the joiner, he'd slightly incline his head politely. Taking a seat silently, he'd murmur, voice soft,"Welcome to Colouredclan! Lucien says hi."[/fancypost]


    [size=6pt]★ trek


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