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    What did clan-people call folk like him? Rogues? Loners? That didn't sound right, he wasn't lonely or dishonest. Those names didn't suit him, it made him sound like he was a guy that you couldn't or wouldn't want to hang around with. He felt the slight need to prove clan-folk wrong and show that people like him weren't so bad.


    Arsenal was a maned wolf with deep amber hues, his appearance made him stick out in the green fields like a sore thumb which he hoped would attract some attention. The canid didn't have the intention of calling out just in case he had the wrong clan. The apprentice stood at what he presumed was the border and waited. They then proceeded to pull an arrow from the red, leather quiver which was slung on his back and then examined the projectile. It wasn't like he hadn't seen one before although it was at least something to do while he waited for somebody to turn up. [/size][/justify]
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    "U-Uhm, Name and business?" Hyper muttered when he saw the other awkwardly. He was never good at meeting new people in the slightest, that was obvious. Well, unless he was with his boyfriend. Hype acted... a little more bold around him. The goat's arms were crossed slightly, pulling the sleeves of his purple dress-like gown downward.



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    "Yep! You're in Skyclan!" Hyper said with a light smile, looking apprehensively to the arrow. "U-Uhm, w-well, we work as a family here. You rely on each other. We hunt for the young and old and mothers, and s-some specialize in herbs to heal us when we get hurt. They're called virtues. The leader s-sorts out politics and g-gives us things to do to keep everything running okay! That's bubbles, and the leader is called a seraphim. The deputy, or cherubim works along s-side the leader and gives them advice! T-Then there's the assistant deputies, thrones, w-who run certain things! Thone of peace, throne of war, and throne of healing. Peace deals with politics and allies, war deals with battles and attacks, and healing does healing! Everyone else makes s-sure things are running okay. I'm a power, below an assistant deputy, w-which means I make sure everyone gets along o-okay. Like a police officer! Our members are called angels. We all work together t-to make everyone happy, I-I guess!" Hype babbled slightly about the clan life here. He himself wanted to do something that didn't involve fighting one day. Maybe a throne of peace, or he could be a virtue! Probably not. After all, they had two whole positions filled for the throne of peace right now. No throne of healing though.


    "W-Was t-t-that too m-much about Skyclan?" He quickly added nervously. He supposed he got a little bt excited about all of these things. Hyper could be a little bit lazy, it was no doubt. He preferred to watch Asriel go through his adventures. As Alphys once said, watching someone on their adventures could get you attached. He still had the same hopes and dreams as Asriel did, though. hey both had relatively the same thoughts and actions. Some were just... louder than others. At different intensities. "U-Uhm, it's fun, and we all care a-about each other. Except Bill. No one cares about Bill."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]"Jesus christ that was cold-blooded," the virtue spoke first to Hypergod, his eyes sparkling with amusement at the SkyClanner's words. That was something he had never thought to have heard from the usually good-natured hybrid. But that was another topic for another time. The heavily scarred serval swung his head to look at the newcomer, pausing before opening his jaws to speak to him as well "'M Drugstorepaw, virtue, which means I handle drugs," and then he offered a If-You-Know-What-I-Mean drug dealer wink.