DIRTY PAWS + o, joining

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    [justify]sunclan is a thing of the past, but that doesn't mean she won't miss them. the friends she made there were really no more than acquaintances, and yet deep down in that three sizes too big heart of hers, she loves them. perhaps she'll attempt to speak with them telepathically if she gets lonely? she'll certainly have to try if her darn powers ever function correctly. most of the time, the girl's mystical wizard powers aren't in top shape, but that's okay. she's patient, and every good wizard has faced hardships such as these in their lifetime. dysfunctional powers are just another bump in the road, and because lorna knows this, she's keeping her eyes locked on the ground in front of her, carefully scanning the ground before each pawstep is placed. no hiccups are going to trip her, oh no!


    except for maybe actual hiccups. the metaphorical kind is one thing, but the real ones? oh my. she isn't prepared. you see, as the hiccuping feline trots along cheerfully in the scarclan camp, she periodically lets out a frightened 'eep!' why? because hiccups are horrifying, and she's had them for the past six minutes. no matter that, though, because she's on a mission. what is that mission? to find a place to take a nap. kittens like lorna that are well above the average weight for a feline of their age need more naps than the rest. lugging around such a chubby body takes extra energy out of her, leaving her exhausted.


    stick wand clenched between her jaws, the girl clears her throat. mentally, she's deciding how to introduce herself. physically, her body is shaking in anticipation of her next hiccup. she knows it's coming, but when? now. "eeeep!!" she squeaks, the sheer force of which she does so causing her starry wizard hat to fall to the ground. and to think....she tried so hard to keep it on her head with her telekinetic powers. what a shame.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"Uhm.. Eep. Hello, to you too. My name is Sylmae, how can I help you?" Sylmae asked curiously as she padded up towards the border, her eyes shifting over the female on the other side of the border curiously. The beautiful female settled down and cocked her head to the side, waiting to see her say anything, answer her. She was happy to see more joiners but this one looked a little odd. Just a little.


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    [justify]sylmae. what a peculiar name. quite pretty, really, and lorna quickly decides that she likes this lady very much. then again, is there a soul in this world that lorna doesn't like? in her short six months on this earth, she has yet to find a single one. tossing her cape over her shoulder, as it had fallen down over her head during her attempts to resituate her fallen hat for the third time today, the fat feline gives sylmae her brightest smile. "hello, miss! i'm-" insert a frightened hiccup here. "-lorna! might i ask where i am? my location magics are kinda funky right now so i'm afraid i'm a bit lost." she says this to sylmae in the most polite manner possible; she doesn't know these people or their customs, and like all great wizards, she must be respectful and mindful of their traditions. hopefully one of those traditions is taking in lonely magicians like herself that need a good nap and maybe a snack. that would be very kind of them, she thinks.
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    "You're in ScarClan," the advisor spoke as he approached, seating himself with a clean sweep of his tail. "You're welcome to stay, if you'd like," he added as nicely as he could. Given his natural personality, he'd always have to put in effort to seem nicer than he actually was. A gift and a curse.

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px red;color:orange;text-align: right;width:350px;font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;]“ hey baby, come and dance with me ”[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px red;text-transform:lowercase;text-align: justify;width:300px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;margin-top:-15px;]sung was doing what he did best when he came upon this wizard: messing around on his keytar. truly magical, really. he stopped abruptly when he noticed the scene, however, and took a moment for his thoughts to organize into a good answer for her question. [b]you're at scarclan, lorna, as faustus said! are you looking to join us? the robot asked, a usual high-energy smile on his face. hm, perhaps the girl would like his own get-up! her wizarding hat looked rather similar to his cone-like helmet, after all.[color=orange]


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    doctor sung | male | unknown age | npc xx npc | scarclan | civilian | a domestic with a yellow and black robotic pelt and a pylon-like hat | single | discosexual | carries a keytar | robotic voice | just wants to rock out


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    free powers | favors soundwave manip


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    domestic cat (robotic pelt)


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    easy physically | medium mentally | no kill/major injure | pm about capture | pm for plots | attack in [color=orange]orange     and/or bold

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    [justify]is she here to join them? jeez, she hadn't thought of that before! all she'd been wanting was a nice place to take a nap, but these folks seem so kind...maybe she'll stay. just for a little while. before replying to faustus, the little girl's attention is completely absorbed by the cone-wearing fellow to her right. she inhales a sharp gasp upon his arrival, taking a step back in surprise. "woah, hi! are you a wizard too?" she questions him curiously, attempting to venture into the far reaches of his mind with her mystical powers. she doesn't seem to be getting anything, so perhaps he's such a wonderful wizard that he has built up a mental barrier? wow. that would truly be amazing. a little scary, sure, but amazing nevertheless.


    "oh, right!! hmm...scarclan seems like a kinda scary name but i suppose i can stay for just a little while. i have been awfully tired lately. magic sure does take a lot out of you!" as she says this, her eyes are still locked on doctor sung and his marvelous cone hat. she's hoping he'll relate. if he doesn't? oh, how embarrassing would that be!
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    What was all the commotion about and why was it managing to piss him off? Maybe it was still the frustration of losing his memories that was bothering him, or his nerves were just beyond possible repair. Either way, Mikhail didn't like it and it was all quite agitating. The massive russet dire wolf prowled onto the scene and stood beside Faustus while his chocolate brown gaze locked onto the joiner. "Uh, welcome to ScarClan then." The large Peacekeeper murmured, ears flickering at his own annoyance.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Magic? Her old beliefs had held the promise of magic, but never before had she truly seen what one could call 'magic'. She had seen--and developed--powers; is that what they meant by magic? Menhit moved towards the group, a bit hesitant given the enthusiasm of the child. "Welcome." Lorna was much unlike Menhit, and she found it hard to be around anyone with such an excitable personality. "I'm Menhit."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px red;color:orange;text-align: right;width:350px;font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;]“ hey baby, come and dance with me ”[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px red;text-transform:lowercase;text-align: justify;width:300px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;margin-top:-15px;]him? a wizard? man, he wished. [b]no, sadly! i am- or, was -a timetravelling alien, basically. nothing magical about it, but if it was, i wouldn't complain! sung explained. this certainly was a cool person. [color=orange]and, yes, you can join! welcome, as they said. i am doctor sung, a groove crusader, if you will. with that, he took a quick glance behind him, just to make sure his keytar was still there.


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    doctor sung | male | unknown age | npc xx npc | scarclan | civilian | a domestic with a yellow and black robotic pelt and a pylon-like hat | single | discosexual | carries a keytar | robotic voice | just wants to rock out


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    free powers | favors soundwave manip


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    domestic cat (robotic pelt)


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    easy physically | medium mentally | no kill/major injure | pm about capture | pm for plots | attack in [color=orange]orange     and/or bold

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]SCARCLAN — WARRIOR — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN BLACK[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]"Yo, welcome to ScarClan." Bruce purred as he came over. "Bruce Walker's the name. Pleasure meetin' ya."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 10pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Hell yeah they were scary. They were the biggest, baddest bitches of all time. At least, that's what 'Breakcub' thought. No, it's what she knew. The scruffy lion cub marched right up to the female who went by the name of 'Lorna', still somewhat adjusting to her new environment (as she had no recollection of their camp or the inhabitants) yet nonetheless cracking a wide grin. "Welcome to ScarClan!" she exclaimed, almost announced, puffing out her tawny chest with evident pride. "I'm Breakcub, apparently the Ringleader around here. Nice to meet you!"

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