THIS PARTY IS WAY TOO LOUD\\ open, joining

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    His paws barely felt the ground beneath him. They never really did anymore, after being worn down by the sandy floors of the desert from which he came. He'd had enough of that place and filthy people there. Well, most of them were filthy, the ones he had befriended like brothers weren't so bad. Neither was his actual brother. Man, he would miss that kid.
    What would await him in such a different environment? Surely he couldn't be known here. Partypoison had grown tired of being the most wanted head in the desert. He wanted a relatively fresh start. He needed it.
    At this point in his journey, he knew he had entered an area that was occupied. But, he didn't seek them out, instead, Poison would wait for them to find him.

    [sub]overkit made her way over to the newcomer, but again, not saying anything. she didn't know if it was her place to speak at all, but she liked this new being already. the marbled silver tabby sat in front of him, waiting for someone else to deal with this issue, whilst she gave her weird, undead stare through lilac optics she possessed.


    ooc; omg i love your icon!!!

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    Spidersilk
    ( Warrior / Female / StormClan )
    - oriental mix + no powers + hard -
    template & art by Cations    [hr][hr][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify]"Overkit, mind your manners," came a cool, feminine voice from behind them, and the long-legged feline made her appearance, slipping quickly to her clanmate's side with a flick of her white-tipped tail. Being rather traditional, Spidersilk was opposed to allowing kits at the border, and was adamant that when they were let to wander off they should have the supervision of someone older in rank. Parentage was forgotten when it came to youths. Overkit was her duty to watch not because she was the deputy's kit, but because the older cat in this case was Spidersilk.
    She was slender in figure, endowed with some rippling muscles at the shoulders, lanky and tall. Next to the silver tabby, she was like a long, green-eyed shadow as she flicked her gaze over the newcomer with vested interest and an interested, mild expression, as if she had just been torn out of a daydream with pleasant news.
    At last, her face broke into a smile, and she blinked warmly at the foreigner, relaxing her tall stature.
    "I'm Spidersilk. What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
    This sort of dialogue seemed somewhat out of place for her recently, what with her recovery and the illness, but that was because the warrior had woken up in a really, really fantastic mood and it didn't show signs of ebbing away. An sunny island in the stormy sea. The eye of the hurricane. Pretty soon the oriental, along with everyone else, would have to worry about the world again as the sickness progressed and left them less free time.



    "hello." he yawned as he trotted over. his white daisy body chain was starting to look a little sad. perhaps he would re-make it. after greeting the other, he just sat. he wasn't sure about this guy's personality, seeing as he hasn't said anything yet. but he couldn't deny that he was fairly attractive.



    Ah, there they were. He knew they would come.
    Poison had just been about to start what would be an undoubtedly odd and awkward conversation with the kit, but was saved from having to do so when the larger, undoubtedly more responsible feline approached soon after.
    It wasn't hard to tell that this cat was bigger than he was, not necessarily mass wise, but she was lanky looking. She was definitely taller. Now, it wasn't hard to be bigger than Poison, as he'd always been a kinda short guy. He wasn't tiny, but he was for sure not large.
    "Ah, it's nice to see a couple of living, breathing individuals like yourselves. The name's Partypoison, but please, I prefer Poison." He began, giving a small polite smile towards Spidersilk. Then with the approach of yet another creature, directed it towards him, too. It was nice to see a little diversity, considering the desert was about as diverse as a tin of baked beans.
    Letting himself look back towards Spidersilk, Poison got a little anxious about asking his question. "I was just looking for a place to stay, and was wondering if you kind folk would happen to have somewhere." The silver tabby shuffled his paws in slight unease. Although he often got nervous, he found it effective to hide it behind a 'tough guy' demeanour.

    the kitten cocked her head at spidersilk's request. she had minded her manners, by not speaking at all. she wasn't judging him, and wouldn't do anything of the sort to hurt him. she continued to watch the newcomer, her lilac eyes following his every twitch and move.

    //temping Darkskies, deputy of StormClan
    The deputy wasn't really sure if she should have kept avoiding Spidersilk, but now that she was curious about the commotion it would be a silly thing to do. As the dark feline approached she could see her oriental clan-mate seize up, and she frowned the slightest bit - some tension, after all this time. After spotting Overkit, though, the reason came to light. The Typhoon wasn't sure she was completely comfortable letting Spidersilk around her kits, but she wouldn't be so inconsiderate as to start a fight in front of a stranger and a new clanmate. Tyler already had to worry about the sickness; politics had better not come into his range of gossip for a while.
    Darkskies beamed warmly at everyone as she approached, sitting firmly next to her kit, and finally fixing her eyes on Partypoison. His request troubled her a little bit. He seemed like a great guy, and she would have liked him in his ranks, but she couldn't just leave out the information about the illness. The dark cat hesitated, but then began to speak.
    "We'd be happy to have you, Poison, but I'd have to tell you this: there's been some sort of disease in the clan. We've taken steps against it, though, and your joining would aid us greatly."


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #COLOR; text-shadow: 3px 2px 4px WHITE]COMIING OUT OF THIS PLACE
    & -- IN A BULLETS EMBRACE[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]So, there was a little tension. Interesting.
    With the appearance of yet another individual, Poison quickly gathered that there was a rather reasonable population in the area, but the mention of an illness threw him off his train of thought. What kind of illness did they mean? Something told him that he was better off not asking as of right now.
    [b]"An illness, you say? Well, that is certainly an unfortunate thing. But, if I have shelter, I'm sure that I will be able to persevere. If, of course, that's fine by you?"     Poison directed all conversation towards Darkskies, seeing that she seemed to have most knowledge of the whole situation.
    The idea of a mysterious illness did distress the tabby some, though he pretended to be unpaved. [/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #COLOR;][b]PARTYPOISON ✺ 1 YEAR 3 MONTHS ✺ MALE ✺ STORMCLAN ✺ WARRIOR[/fancypost]