unfold me // open; joining

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    [color=#f7e6ff]the child didn't really want to talk to anyone, but she didn't want to be all alone out there either. she swallowed a painful lump in her throat. funny how it was all in the seal point's mind.


    the young ragdoll heaved herself over the last of the stairs, muscles aching with exertion. her still stubby legs weren't quite cut out for this, were they? oh well. she was here now. she'd recited what she was going to say over and over in her head many times, but now that it was time to say it, her mind drew a blank.


    [color=#ce99ff]"oh. u-um. hello? i'm kissingkit. i want to join, if that's okay."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"Welcome to the clan then!" Came Margaery's warm voice, her obsidian form appearing before the child. She'd flash one of her signature grins before taking a seat, her ears inclining just slightly. [color=#bcca6d]"My name is Margaery Tyrell. Do you need any help getting settled in?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 150%; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;]This joiner was much younger than the others who had come recently. However, she was very straight forward in her wish to live in BlizzardClan. Lacelock took note of her name so she wouldn't forget it as she padded up beside Margaery. The other femme always seemed to be one step ahead of her but she supposed that's why she was head paladin after all. It wasn't as if Lacelock was competing with her though. No, she was not one for such things, but the idea was still amusing. "Greetings, Kissingkit. My name is Lacelock. If you need anything at all please do not hesitate to ask." With a polite dip of her head the ivory she-cat sat down, silver eyes focused onthe kitten as she waited for a response.[/fancypost]

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    kissingkit's ears flicked forward at the friendly blizzardclanner's voice. there was really nothing to be intimidated of, was there? she was nice and welcoming, yet her chest panged with unease.


    "oh, thank you!" she responded with a sheepish smile, her round blue orbs lifting from her chocolate-hued paws to meet the obsidian feline's features. "um, i think i'll be okay, thanks though!" geez, why was this so hard? she was smart, and had a good memory -- she'd be able to remember names and faces with ease. it came naturally. but actually talking to others? well, she wasn't so graceful it seemed.


    [color=#ce99ff][i]i don't know where anything is around here. i hope i'll be able to find things okay. the logical thing was just to ask, right? why couldn't she? an invisible force seemed to clamp down on her vocal chords when she tried. snapping out of her thoughts, she realized someone was speaking to her again.


    [color=#ce99ff]"thank you, lacelock." she chirped softly. though, she definitely would hesitate to ask if she needed something. it wasn't that she wanted to be so quiet, but like she had to be -- something compelled her to be.
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    Who was this? Kissingkit was what she had said? It was an interesting name, but he felt as if he'd heard something similar from a long time ago. The thought puzzled him, but Luca merely pushed the thought away as he walked over. "Hello. My name is Luca," The African Wild God mused, carefully trailing his soft green hues over the younger child, "Nice to meet you."
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    Another joiner. More information, really. Another face, another name, another set of details. The feathered cheetah padded over, dipping her head gracefully. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. My name is Peck. Enchante." Peck's greetings were her usual,mfrsnch intoned, and her look was usual, too. One of polite interest. However, she was observing beneath all that. Again, a common occurrence with Peck.
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    "Sup I guess," The male would say, padding over to the scene of the joining. He was about to make a snarky, smart comment on the kit's name, but decided against it. No, he was a GREAT, awesomely nice person whose non-existent reputation would not be ruined. It was bad to be a jerk to a kit, right? "Yeah, welcome. I'm Badpaw, a paladin-trainee here."


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    "hello luca," she greeted, the stranger's name weaving into her memory. [color=#ce99ff]"nice to meet you, too."     was it nice to meet her? did they think she was nice? she hoped so. she wanted to be nice. she typically observed others and picked up on how they reacted to things so she could act more normal, like them, and they wouldn't think she was weird. not like the anxious mess she was inside. she had to hide that, she had quickly learned. but sometimes she just couldn't. would they only like her until she had an 'episode'?


    [color=#ce99ff]"oh, hello peck. hi there, badpaw." badpaw? why was that his name? did it mean that he was mean or something? well, she wasn't going to ask. she felt that was rude. and if he had asked her why she was named kissingkit, she would have been a little freaked out, because she would assume that meant he thought her name was weird -- and if they thought her name was weird, would they think she was weird, too? she hoped he wouldn't bully her or anything. it wasn't hard to crack what little self-esteem she had, and she found her vulnerability increasing as she became surrounded by others.


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