SILVER AND GOLD ⎮ OPEN ' MEET AND GREET

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Every once and a while Barnes showed his face to prove to the world that he wasn't dead. It'd been like that for a while now, one or two months, maybe. The german-shepard had fallen into some sort of place in his life where he just kept coming in and out of the shadows of SunClan. The male felt pretty fucking pathetic about it, in all honesty. After being an active member of the anti-clan for so long, he sort of just faded out. Somewhat constantly trying to come back for a short amount of time before dropping off the Earth again for another week or two. He could only hope maybe this time he could stay out of the shadows. Another shitty attempt at being a member of the community once again.


    Sure, he knew Phan. Seafoam. Steve. Of course, Steve. A few others. But, the rest ⏤ they were unfamiliar faces. Hence, why he now sat on his haunches, rocking back and letting the bitter scent of the sea overwhelm his senses in an attempt to make himself feel like there wasn't a care in the world, because there wasn't, right? The warrior liked to think he'd moved on from whatever happened to him. It was a story forgotten, only to be remember by himself and maybe one or two others. Paws pressing into the ground with his ears momentarily flattened against his head before speaking up with a pressing grin, yellow canines flashing in the growing sun.


    "Meet and greet." There was a pause, a slower one. A pause to gather his thoughts. "James' is the real name, but don't call me that, alright?" He sounded sarcastic, but the ex-deputy meant it. Somewhere inside his thoughts the name 'James' tripped up a nerve. That name was reserved for only a few. "Bucky's what you should all call me. Or, Barnes." And that was what the light chocolate hued and obsidian colored canine finished on, letting his softer hazel gaze drift around ⏤ just waiting.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 370px; box-shadow: 0px 1px 1px 0px #99161 inset; border-radius: 0px;][size=10][font=times new roman]"Buck." That came out...much fonder than he thought it would, but it was his best friend- affection was part of the whole friendship thing, and they'd had more than their fair share of moments that weren't friendly at all. The wounds were still healing from those days, where Bucky didn't know who he was anymore and Steve was tripping after him, trying his damnedest to pick up all the pieces that were chipped and put them back together into something that resembled the sculpture of before. They were over now, but forgetting wasn't that easy, now was it?


    "I was startin' to think you ran off." There was humor in the retriever's tone, though it was lined with painful honesty, and he knew Bucky would notice. Hell, Bucky had probably expected it; they may have been separated for a little while there due to inactivity, but they were no less aware of each other. "Guess I should've known I wouldn't get that lucky." A nearly boyish grin formed, eyes playful in a way they hadn't been for a while.
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    Golden Retriever || 19 months || Commanderspock x Hungergames || Bisexual, currently single || Carries a shield on his back 24/7


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    Difficulty depends on opponent and circumstances || Attack in #6495ED || No kill or capture || Can powerplay friendly actions || Shapeshifting, super strength


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    A bit slow to warm up to most people || Reserved || Modest || Soft-spoken (rarely raises his voice) || Does his best to follow his moral compass
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]Sunclan— Apprentice — [abbr=jaguar, no powers, no maim/kill, ask for capture, single, heterosexual]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr] — ATTACK IN [color=#BCED91]#BCED91[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;]She padded over, realizing that Steve and Barnes had a friendship due to the level of their conversation. This brought a smile to her face at seeing her leader in a way she hadn't seen before, usually he seemed to serious. Which was actually a good trait for a leader, don't get her wrong, but seeing him happy to see a friend was good. She flickered an ear, just giving a simple greeting so she didn't interrupt the whole conversation. "I think I like Barnes." She grinned, "My name is Vera." Then she would pipe down, not to interrupt any further.


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    [size=9pt][glow=black,2,300]stop looking down on me, i'm more than you'll ever be ![/glow][/size]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:330px; padding:0px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#]Kay'ra had spent a day settling in. She was new, and felt it. She'd not yet cast her eyes abou for any prospects. She didn't even have ant fences in the area, and she didn't steal for the sake of it. No, her method of releasing tension of a sarcastic comment that was said in her docile way as to be ignored. She was generally ignored. It was good. The large, mottled green, 'lizard' (as she dubbed herself) walked over. Names were always helpful, if she could remember them. She felt like she was clinging to Steve, as if to a lifeline. Hopefully he didn't feel that too. She wanted to owe nothing. Not yet. Good lord, not yet. Favours tangled things. They lead to the scars on her back.
    [b]"You open yourself up, by telling us the name you dislike."     Said as an observation, it was reserved a hint of humour, inwardly. "I am Kay'ra, if we're introducing ourselves. "
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 8pt verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 13px]Callapaw wasn't sure if she'd met this one before, and if they hadn't, she'd probably heard his name being tossed around somewhere. Taking a seat near the others, Callapaw offered a nervous, yet friendly smile to the former Deputy. [b]"Bucky- it's a nice name. I-I'm Callapaw, but you can call me Callie if you want,"     She murmured.


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    [font=arial][size=9pt][color=white]Her feelings, she [b]hides

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    "I MAY BE BLIND, BUT I WON'T STOP LOOKING FOR THE GOOD IN THIS WORLD..."




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    Mist walked up silently, a small smile on the blind husky's face. Even though she had no idea what terms she was on with Bucky, it made the demon at least little bit relieved to see a familiar face in all of the newer members. "Hey, Barnes." She would greet quietly, stopping and sitting several paces away. Her gauntlets curled around pawful a of dirt, the black and gold metal acting as extensions of Mist's actual paws. She always liked to reassure herself with the feeling of her late adopted brother's armor, since he left it for Mist to be protected. Mist smiled polish and nodded to everyone there, her somewhat unsettling and unseeing gaze sticking on the ground, the husky going silent again.




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    "Mist Speaking." "Thinking/Writing" Other


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][align=center] The doe would walk up, a large grin on her face as she appeared. This place was so nice, the people were so nice, and this was a perfect opportunity to introduce herself to everybody. She merely hoped that they didn't pity her due to her lack of a sense, she hated pity. Neptune concluded that despite her disability, she was braver than half the people on Earth.


    Stumbling a bit, the doe picked her self up before speaking. "My name is Neptune Gambol. My parents named me Neptune because my eyes reminded them of their favorite planet." She informed the others, shifting into a sitting position. "It's ironic, really."



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Of course the first voice to reach him was Steve's. It caused something of a heavy breath to move from his parted jaws, though the male couldn't help but let his hazel orbs soften further. "Steve." Came the greeting back, his tone similar to the golden-retriever's, as it was only natural to be like that. He still remained upon his haunches, though, staring over towards the male. His only movement was a slow wagging of his tail, only a soft thumping sound coming as it came in contact with the ground. Though, the next part of his words caused a subtle from. He heard the pain, it wasn't like the german-shepard couldn't. They'd known each other for too long now to know when the other was hurting. There was guilt there, but Buck didn't want to grasp onto it. He tried to stick the humor as Barnes normally did, though his words were slower at the start. "Hell, you should get that head of yours checked if you think that's something I'd do." There was a scoff, tilting his head back for a while. Giving a slow roll of his eyes and another shifting of his weight, "You and your *ty sense of humor." Sarcasm was there. It was weak, but it was there. Something of a smaller grin inched its way onto his features, though his line of sight wore something different. What? Guilt. It was still there, despite him trying to let go of it. "How's being leader treating you, Captain Rogers?" Forcing the pride to show itself on his own face, because he was really ⏤ proud, and Bucky could only hope that Steve saw that from him.


    His head was soon turning towards the direction of a larger wildcat, watching her as she let a smile drop onto her lips. In return, Buck passed her a nod of his head. "Vera's an nice name, too." He shot back his words towards her with a nod of his head. She had been an unfamiliar to face to him, and so the canine would store the name with a tilt of is head. The next SunClanner was even larger. A dragon, wingless, from what it seemed. Her words caused a slight stiffening of his shoulders, though he was quick to let whatever had gathered in his chest go. "I've been told that I contradict myself. Guess I'm doin' that right now, huh?" He shot her a somewhat larger grin, swaying back before coming forwards. "Pleasure, Kay'ra." Another new face, and unnoticeably he flickered back towards Steve until an apprentice aged gal joined the group surrounding him.


    He'd give a polite nod, "Yeah, thanks." His maw parted as if he was going to say something else, though it was soon shut for a moment as if was debating on something. And, then, the warrior started up. "I'll call ya' Callie." Before he moved onto the next SunClanner, there was a smaller note made in his head onto her own persona. Bucky had been expecting something to come out of the his mouth but there was nothing and so all that followed from himself was a nonexistent quirk of his brow.


    He hadn't been expecting Mistdream, and so the chocolate and ebony colored ex-deputy would take a sudden inhale, letting his line of sight trail to the ground before moving back up. Like, Mist, he wasn't sure on what their relationship was now. "Hey Barnes." There was a chewing of his lip, but Buck would soon speak back in greeting. "It's good seein' you again, Mist." James wasn't sure on how he felt about her, but either way she was a familiar face, and that was good enough for now. And finally, the last clanmate. "Another pleasure, Neptune." Eying the doe for a while with his light brown eyes, another easy grin playing itself onto his feats. And, again, another shifting of his weight followed ⏤ finally standing up in order to stretch his locked muscles that had been growing too *ing sore.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:330px; padding:0px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#]Kay'ra's tail curled about her sister. Or was it her brother, now? She would muse about that later and ask if no solution could be found. It did not matter, for now she would refer by this new name, this Shattered. It would serve. It would hold her weight.


    She was struck from these thoughts by a piece of new information, filtering into her small, hidden ears. Steve was the leader? Surely not. He had greeted her on the border. She knew he had position. But a leader, in her experience, did not offer things to joiner, to lizards, did not wander about the territory without guards. Did not wander, but met strangers wanting their presence in lofty halls at only certain times each day.


    So the world still had enough to surprise her. Of course it did.


    She made no mention of this new information. It was not her conversation, it was between two friends. She understood that much. The dog - she supposed she should call him Bucky - seemed to react slightly. She could not know exactly what he thought. She would not use a name he disliked, of course. She knew to act like that was to bring pain. Experience was a gift. He relaxed soon after. Perhaps a memory. Brief, hostile, memory. She responded to his words with her own, and a slight smile. [b]"I suppose I'll remind you of it again if I come to it. We wouldn't want a chink in the armour. Nice to meet you, also."
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