[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Aaron was back from his bought of inactivity. His roleplayer had been locked away in the deep, dark pits of the psych ward for awhile. But that was all in the past. With a deep yawn, the southern felidae found himself out in the middle of camp, a warm breeze entangled in his fur. What would come of today? he thought. Hopefully something interesting.
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"Hello there! I don't believe we've met. I'm Padmè, and it's really nice to meet you." The Tortieshell would say politely, her classic smile on her maw. She seemed to be in a pleasant mood lately, and was settling quite nicely in this clan.
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oops. seems all of the newbies of the clan were approaching this old-timer. even though it was just the two fems. and he wasn't an old timer either, just... here longer. milky padded up, offering a warm smile "hello! my name's milkpaw, i prefer milky though. who might you be?" she fell silent after that, taking a seat and wrapping her silky tail around her paws.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Yo, Aaron." Night would greet, a friendly smirk decorating his maw, as he halted his slender form by Milkpaw. "It's good to see you around again." Somehow, the serval had managed to remember Aaron, after all, and that meant something right? Considering the impression that the other had left on him, ever since his rather.. chaotic joining.. Aaron was a little difficult to forget, in general.