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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]So... Kurt didn't know many people here. He'd met Jude and Solardust, but that was about it. And he wanted to give some more people makeovers, dammit! So, the fluffy cat took a seat in the camp with a small grin poised on his uneven lips.


    "Meet and greet!" The male called in his high-pitched voice, tail lashing half with excitement and half with annoyance with this insanely stupid dirt and bugs that were everywhere. These things hadn't ever bothered him as a human, but now they were just aggravating.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"Remember me?" Jude inquired in a wry tone, the faintest of grins decorating her muzzle. Now that Kurt was officially part of the clan, she had no need to regard to him as some dangerous bomb that might explode and injure her. It was a silly way to look at people, she knew, but if they were loyal to BoneClan, they couldn't do what that stranger had done to her all those weeks ago. It was the perfect solution. Taking a seat, the oddly colored wolf would begin to inspect him. "So like... how do you know what the hell a makeover is?" She finally inquired, recalling him mentioning something about it when he had joined.


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    Looking positively hung-over, the Shpion would drag himself over, confidant that he hadn't met this feline before, and if he had, that memory had been swept away. The current moment was a bad time to talk him, when he couldn't concentrate he didn't appear as charismatic, however, the canine would miss not being able to socialise for another hour or so. The only other thing he could have done during that time was sort out his fur, which had grown rather wild due to a lack of morning preening. "Hey... Name's Feliks, you new here?".


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    "Obviously." Bill snorted at Feliks as he floated over, before looking over at Kurt. "Name's Bill Cipher."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Kurt looked over at Jude and grinned softly at her. "Yes. Jude, right?" He replied kindly, offering her a polite nod of his head. Then her next question came along and he was suddenly chuckling awkwardly. How would he reply to this...? He couldn't just tell her he used to be human, right? That was probably breaking some fourth-wall rule out there, right?


    "Um... well, I think the question is how do you not?" He said, quickly turning the inquiry on her. It was simply strategy, really. A trick commonly used in interviews and the like. Hopefully it worked here as well.


    Then he looked over at Feliks and Bill and waved at them calmly with one chestnut-furred paw. "Hi." He replied hastily, passing them a playful wink and then turning his attention back to Jude.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]The maine coon turned his head to Pishacsha with a soft smile on his face. "Hi. Thanks." Kurt replied cheerfully, waving at the serval with one chestnut-furred paw. He seemed nice, Kurt supposed. But it probably wouldn't be wise to say that pun to his face, if he was being totally honest.


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    "Name's Drumlin," the jaguar said, flames seeming to lick at his flesh as usual. A trail of scorch-marked pawsteps followed behind him, turning everything he touched into a crisp. Being constantly wreathed in fire could often be an annoyance, but Drumlin wasn't comfortable with being touched and all, so the loss of contact didn't bother him. Some people wore a mask to conceal their feelings--for him, it was fire.

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    Pattering over on his seemingly too-large paws, the tiger cub paused. Halo glanced around at each member curiously, large dark eyes almost soulful.
    "Ha-lo." the tiny male offered, sounding his name out in it's syllables. He hadn't quite got the hang of speaking yet.


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