AND I WON'T LET YOU DOWN // new joiner

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify]A spray of salty water licked the husky's coat as he trotted along the shore, his head high and inquisitive. The sky was lit up in sunset, illuminating the beach houses he walked past. The place gave him a sort of nostolgic feeling, but he couldn't figure out why. It's not like he had been to a beach before.


    He suddenly came to a point where the neat and orderly beach became like something of a disaster scene. Something awful had occurred here. He almost had second thoughts about what was about to unfold, but he did as he came to do. Approaching the border, he sat down, the ocean breeze causing his fur to ripple. He was slightly unsure of what to say, but he assumed that they probably had many people come before him do what he was doing. "Um, excuse me?" He said, not knowing if anyone was actually listening. He took a breath, the ocean air filling his lungs, "I'd like to join."
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 370px; box-shadow: 0px 1px 1px 0px #99161 inset; border-radius: 0px;][size=10][font=times new roman]"Welcome to the clan. What should we call you?" The retriever knew that the scene meeting joiners wasn't an ideal one, but hopefully it wouldn't be much longer before they could fix that. Truth be told, that wasn't even the largest issue he was fighting at the moment- his own decisions were, after he had given Seafoam permission to stay here, the very man who caused all of this destruction. His choice put everyone here in danger, including the husky at Steve's front. He locked his jaw, the muscles clenching visibly. "I'm Steve. We're working on making things a bit more livable here, and if you need anything, most supplies are on the beach."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify]The husky blinked as he saw the retriever tense, but realized that he may be under a lot of stress with the clean up. "I'm Resiliantpaw, but you can just call me Res." The husky grinned a little, "Nice to meet 'cha, Steve." The canine seemed nice enough, although he seemed to hold an air of authority and seemed to be on edge. Again, that could have probably been acredidted to whatever happened before Res had shown up. "Could you show me around a little?" Despite the beach seeming oddly familiar, Res figured that it would give him a good chance to befriend Steve and meet the other clanners.



    sorry this is so bad I'm at a doctors appointment omg
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    [b]info - [abbr=physically medium / mentally easy / no kill, maim, capture / attack in #aedbf9]tags[/abbr] - powers & bodies - injuries

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    Phantom padded over to Steve and Res, sitting down a little behind Steve. "Phantom, call me that or Phan." A short, simple greeting, but that was generally how he preferred it. He didn't really like giving tours, but it was part of his job and it wasn't like there was much to show. "Yeah."


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    [font=times new roman][size=8][i]And all the kids cried out, "Please stop you're scaring me"

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    it's all good


    Resilientpaw. Steve committed both the name and face to memory, and attempted to relax his features enough that he was more welcoming to someone who seemed a social creature. "Of course, Res. I can't say there's much left to see, and we're planning to move, but it could still be some time before that." He glanced over to Phan, before turning blue eyes back to the husky. "You mind a group of three?"


    /do you want the tour in this thread? or do you want another? if so, private or open?
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify] /could we do a private thread with the three of us please?


    Breathing a sigh of relief, the husky was very grateful for the both of them being kind to him, even if they had a lot to deal with at the moment. "Hey, Phan, it's a pleasure." The tomcat seemed nice enough, maybe a little disgruntled, but still nice. Res smiled a little as he saw Steve finially relax a little. It must be tough being a leader, especially being a leader for a broken Sunclan. "Yep! Three is cool, the more the merrier, after all."
    [align=center][size=7pt] #resilienttides
    [b]info - [abbr=physically medium / mentally easy / no kill, maim, capture / attack in #aedbf9 / talks in #d0f4ec]tags[/abbr] - powers & bodies - injuries

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    tour thread
    Phantom shrugged and nodded. "Let's go then, shall we?" He asked, wanting to get the tour finished sooner rather than later.
    No muse for this but I made the other thread so do they cancel each other out?
    //Anyway welcome to SunClan! My name is Pyre and if you've got any questions or want to chat or plot, I'm always open to pms!


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    [font=times new roman][size=8][i]And all the kids cried out, "Please stop you're scaring me"

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    [font=times new roman][size=8][color=red][i]I can't help this awful energy, Goddamn right you should be scared of me[/fancypost]