A MATTER OF TIME [★] open, joining

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify]The lilac calico found himself at the border of the tribe, wondering just what in goodness's sake he was doing there! Surely something good had to come out of this? Blinking big, golden eyes, the male waited for something to happen. How... strange.


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    IC~
    "Hello sir! I'm gavin free, a swiftrunner. Name and business?" The brit asked as he walked over in a track post.
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    OOC~




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    [font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]Man, Gavin was fast. It seemed like he was everywhere at once. How did he always get there first? Truly a mystery. Tiresias pranced up to the pair and seated himself next to his clanmate.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify]As the duo approached, the feline's mouth twitched upward in a polite grin. "Hello!" He greeted happily, tail flicking to and fro as he listened to the rather typical query of name and business. "I am Angels in the Woodwork, or Woodworkangel." He began in that high pitched voice of his. "And I wish to join!" He trilled on.