sit tight, i'm gonna need you to keep time // JOINING

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: georgia; color: aqua; font-size: 30px; text-align: center;]BRENDON URIE[color=white].[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;][justify][hr][hr]Brendon was pretty damn upset.


    Why? Because his disapproving asshole of a dad and holier-than-thou bitch of a mom- no. He was just thinking like that because he was angry. His parents were amazing people, really. Their religious differences just didn't sit all that well with them. Still, if they were good parents, would they kick him out purely due to his religion, or lack thereof? Probably not. He didn't know. He needed to sleep on it. His mind refused to calm down, though.


    The caracal decided it was best to find a new place to live, a new home with people more accepting than his parents, perhaps. And Sunclan was the closest clan, so he figured he might as well try it out.


    "Yo, anyone out there?" he called out, ears twitching as he looked around to see if there was anybody nearby.

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    Whitedove never had parents that loved her. They hated her the moment she came out of the womb, keeping her just barely alive to torture her, and to work her almost to death. She often wondered what it would be like to have animals that brought you into this world, and love you. She had an adoptive father, and she loved him very much. But she still wondered.
    The she-cat spotted the caracal, and walked over to him." Name and business?"
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    ✦-- Stella came over and sat down, offering the newcomer a grin. The cheetah flicked her spotted tail back and fourth for a little bit before curling it tightly over her small paws. She too, did not have parents that stayed with her and supported her. They were pretty s*y actually. That was just how she felt but didn't really have the chance to get to know them due to her abandonment. Stel felt an uninvoluntary flick of her ear and noticed her chocolate optics had drifted away. Quickly flitting them back, stella watched the male and waited for a response.

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    ||When it came to Tahoma's parents, they were dead. Nothing sad or scarring; they just got old, or so he assumed. He didn't particularly care for them anyways, so no need for investigation. Sitting down to wait for the strangers response to Whitedove's question, he tried not to frown. It could be a joiner, or a party invite deliverer.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: georgia; color: aqua; font-size: 30px; text-align: center;]BRENDON URIE[color=white].[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;][justify][hr][hr]Bren would never admit it, but the suddden arrival of so many people scared him a bit. Not that he was afraid they'd hurt him or anything, he just got very anxious very fast. The caracal shuffled his paws, trying to ignore how tense all of his muscles were. When he decided he could pull it off, Brendon gave them a grin that was supposed to look like it meant trouble, but it actually just looked pretty stupid.


    "Brendon Urie. Looking to join this... group of yours," he replied, looking down at Whitedove with that idiotic grin on his face still.

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    Cassady actually had a pretty lucky time with his parents. Both had supported him a lot, especially his father, who had given the fox a bunch of life lessons. They had been firm but fair, after the leopard attack, Cass had wanted to go out and explore the world, he was told to do it but don't come back crying because you wanted to stay in the colony. He had never seen them since, and he was happy, happy and grateful.


    Of course, his happiness recently had been jeopardised, but, he would still greet everyone like he normally did, just with a bit more of a lackluster tone (it wasn't much of a difference given his hyperactivity, mind you). "Yo dude! 'Course ya can join SunClan's got room for loads, and o' course, maybe not room for fifty thousand bull elephants on an 'elterskelter, but ya ain't topsy turvey and ya ain't an elephant, so welcome," the fox grinned, skipping hastily over to stand by himself.


    "Name's Cassady, call me Cass, I'mma Divine 'round 'ere, sweet title I know, but I'm aimin' for better 'cause I'm chill like a pill on a windowsill. How ya doin'? Need anythin'?".


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: georgia; color: aqua; font-size: 30px; text-align: center;]BRENDON URIE[color=white].[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;][justify][hr][hr]The hyper fox caused Brendon's anxiety to melt away, letting him drop the mask of calmness he'd put on. "Holy shit, that's fucking awesome! Just like that?" Bren asked, looking at Cass in disbelief. But he was already hopping up and down, which he didn't really notice he was doing in the first place. It was something that seemed absolutely normal, relaxing even, but it tended to freak others out. Even his parents, sometimes. But that was ADHD for you. "Dude, I'm fucking awesome, thanks for asking!" he replied to his first question, not hopping anymore but running closer to the fox until he was right up in his face. He didn't mean to make him feel uncomfortable, he really didn't. He was just super happy there was someone as energetic as him - or even more - around. "Don't think so! Unless someone 'round here has a sweet tooth for caracals, in which case I'd like to be warned before I get my throat ripped out or something," he joked in response to Cass' second question, chuckling because he thought it was super funny. It obviously wasn't.

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    "Yeah man, anyone can except anyone, pretty sweet ain't it?" he wasn't going to lie, the sudden energy boost given by the joiner had startled him, though he quite liked it. Cassady was like marmite, he was either loved or hated, but by having someone with the same sort of vitality as him was certainly a relief, it was hard to get along with too many mellow animals after all.


    Standing still as the caracal approached, he would try his best not to show discomfort at the sudden gap of space decrease. He didn't really mind being close to someone else as long as it was him who approached them. Baby blue eyes widening, the fox's wagging tail would increase in pace, replying with slightly more passion then before. "Hehehe dude, ya don't gotta worry 'bout anyone 'avin' a sweet tooth for Caracals. Everyone around 'ere has a sweet tooth for candy an' a sweet tooth for prey, but I ain't seen anyone try an' eat somethin' bigger then a bunny. I mean, it turns out that our leader was a bunny for a little bit, an' my ex-crush has a bunny body, so they're screwed, but you? Yeah man, you're chill,".


    He raised his paw, offering a fist bump to Brendon. "An' ya throat? Nah, ain't no one gonna touch that. We 'ave a policy against killin' clanmates, as soon as someone tries ta touch ya it's lights out, an' if it's not, then I can set 'em straight 'cause I'm as fast as a cat, quick as a feline, and I ain't lyin' when I'm tellin' ya this, I'll sort 'em out fasta then Usain can run a race,".


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: georgia; color: darkslategray; font-size: 30px; text-align: center;]BRENDON URIE[color=black].[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;][justify][hr][hr]Brendon gladly accepted the offer, raising a paw as well and bumping into the fox's own with it. Then, he put it back down, deciding to let the grin fall from his face because a. his mouth was starting to hurt and b. he must've looked ridiculous already. "Aw, thanks, man!" he said, perhaps a bit too loudly considering the distance between them was minimal. Well, hopefully he didn't make Cass' ears bleed. "You guys seem like a really fucking cool bunch! Dude, I think I'll be going to town sometime this week. Y'all want anything?" he asked the group that had gathered around him, subconsciously rocking back and forth on his paws.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color: #50C2D3;]Now, Selene's parents were, for the most part, pretty great people. Her father was Nicandro, who she looked up to and had pretty much become his female clone. He was a great leader, and she loved him with every fibre of her being. It was her only reason for staying in SunClan. Selene's mother wasn't as particularly close with the vampiress, because when she was young, Nidalee had died. Selene had met with her spirit here and there a few times, but recently, she'd been killed for good.


    "Welcome to SunClan, Brendon. My name is Selene Anima-Honorus Harbringer, but Selene will do. If you need anything, you're free to ask me." She offered with a light smile gracing her lips.
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