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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify][hr]It had been so long.


    Years.


    The tiger found himself at the border of the ever so familiar clan. His heart thudded against his ribcage like a caged bird, the sound buzzing in his ears. Large paw pads were damp with sweat. Why was he so anxious? This was his home. Home. The word tasted bitter in his mouth; he had no home. Just an abode. A residency. No place to really call home. With a sigh, the tiger took a seat, furling his stupid tail around his paws and hugging his legs closer to his chest. Deep breaths, he told himself.


    Would they even want him bacK? The question was soon dismissed from his head. He doubted anyone would even remember him, the old lieutenant who everyone seemed to hate. The clan was probably overrun with newcomers. Hell, he'd be the newcomer soon enough. He'd have to learn the ropes again, which he dreaded. Why did he even leave in the first place? Why did he stray so far from what he had known? Well, not even he had the answer. He fell into a bout of depression and became estranged. He left the life he knew in search of something else -- anything else. But he would soon learn to regret that decision.


    Living on his own was hard. Extremely hard. He grew up learning to steal from others, but when there was no one to steal from, he starved. He could barely hunt, so that option was out. How did he survive? Only God knew. But he found his way back to DarkClan, whether it was for the best or not.


    Taking in a shaky inhale, the platinum blond creature cleared his throat. "Hello?" He trilled, putting on a happy face while on the inside he was dreading this encounter.[hr]

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify][hr]And soon enough, someone approached. Alois blinked icy blue oculars at the femme, cheeky smile dancing across his features. She seemed friendly enough, he decided. Not that he cared all the much, but it was still a nicety. He stood up, shaking his striped fur free of any debris before he began speaking.


    "I'm Alois Trancy, a pleasure to meet you!" He rumbled, giving the unfamiliar member a curt dip of his sloped cranium. "I'm a returning member." He finished, eyes twinkling as he spoke. Without missing a beat, he stepped over the invisible border marker, not even waiting to be fully accepted. Why wait? It wasn't like she was going to deny him his right into the clan. And if she did, it would cost her head. [hr]

    [justify]Returning? Huh, another one. So many this week. Mr. Benzedrine muttered under their breath. Whatever, welcome back, blah blah blah, I'm Mr. Benzedrine, nice to meet you. They said with a quick roll of their eyes. Ugh. Introductions. [/justify]


    have you ever wanted to disappear?

    Dancingloon nodded, her silver fur shimmering. "Ah welcome back. I'm Dancingloon" she barked cheerfully. She sat down letting her single back leg have a rest. She'd been walking all day and it made her leg sore.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify]★ The kid hovered behind the others, shuffling small paws as he looked over the returning member. Tigers were big and scary, but this one didn't look too bad. Kind of nervous, actually. Soda flexed his paws, tiny thorn-like claws digging into the dirt. "Hi! I'm Soda." He chirped, eyes wide.


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    soda cipher-harbringer-inferno-duivel | akuma xx ash | male | three months | darkclan | questioning sexuality | multicolored blood


    battle tags:
    no powers | physically easy | mentally easy | always open for capture | attack in teal

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    "Letty speaking", actions, Letty thinking
    "Rick speaking", actions, Rick thinking


    "Welcome back, Alois! I'm Letty." the kitten meowed as she came up. Giving a side glance at r.t., one member of the clan she didn't particularly like, she stood by soda, a smile on her face. Though the dog was a disagreeable character, the albino couldn't bring herself to hate anyone. Her claret coloured eyes flicked over the tiger in a short inspection.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 5px solid #202842; height: 60px; width: 40px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/7OoZiiy.jpg) center; background-size: 110%; margin-top: -40px; margin-left: -30px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; width: 360px; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 3.5px; margin-right: -45px; padding: 4px;]A returning member? Jon wondered where Alois had been during his absence, but wasn't brash enough to waltz over there and ask — he was no R.T., needless to say. The canine was ... a little more tactful, thank the gods, and so when he approached, he did so with an inoffensive, neutral expression, dark eyes sweeping over the tiger's features before flicking to the aforementioned, foul-mouthed dog. Jon wondered what his problem was — was that all necessary? The more expletives thrown in, the longer R.T. was speaking for — and Jon, not being the most talkative of people, couldn't see the appeal.




    [b]" Welcome back. My name's Jon Snow. "

    the wolf greeted, clearing his throat and shifting his weight.




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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify][hr]Alois listened to Mr. Benzedrine with a quirked brow. My my, didn't they seem utterly excited by his return. He frowned for a brief moment before the scowl was replaced by his cheeky grin. If they didn't like him, so be it. He nodded at their words, taking them in with barely any interest. However his curiosity was piqued when he mentioned another returning member. Oh? Maybe someone he knew! But before he could question who this fabled member was, someone else spoke up.


    Dancingloon? What an unfortunate name. Who would name their child that? He blinked the thought off; he shouldn't be one to judge. He'd heard his fair share of peculiar names in his time. He beamed at her, taking in her form before turning his attention to the approaching femme. Agent Alois? Since when was he an agent? But he had to admit, he quite liked the nickname. Agent... It made him sound cool and powerful. Oprah. He felt as though he should remember the name, however he couldn't. Leader or not, she was completely unfamiliar to the tiger. He first joined when Lancelot was leader, all those years ago.


    As Soda approached, he flexed his claws. Man, there sure was a lot of members. He wasn't used to this attention, but he adored it. "Nice to meet you!" He trilled, icy eyes squinted as he smiled. He was preparing to leave when the gruff voice of R.T. reached his dark ears. What the fuck was this dude's deal? He frowned, eyebrows knitted together. His hooked claws dug into the ground, doing his damnedest to not freak out. Ugh, he had a feeling he and this male wouldn't be getting along. He simply hummed a, "Mhm," before focusing his attention on the other two members that approached.


    Letty and Jon. Easy enough to remember. He dipped his head at the duo, smile returning back on his face. At least these people weren't total assholes. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." The tiger rumbled. He arched his back, the stiffness melting. "Anyone know the way to camp?" He asked, head lopped to the side.[hr]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 5px solid #202842; height: 60px; width: 40px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/7OoZiiy.jpg) center; background-size: 110%; margin-top: -40px; margin-left: -30px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; width: 360px; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 3.5px; margin-right: -45px; padding: 4px;]Jon nodded as he was spoken to, grouped in with Letty — not that he particularly minded. He didn't know much about the clan as of yet, but the whereabouts of camp was an easy inquiry to answer. [b]" Over that way, roughly. You'll hear the people if you keep going. "

    Jon informed, pivoting on his heel and pointing with a forelimb. He himself was heading back there, anyway, so if Alois got lost, he'd simply have to search for the ebony form of the canine, and he'd be placed back on track.




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    [/fancypost][align=center][size=7pt][color=#202842]lightsy loves you[size=1px][color=transparent] youknownothing

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