The blue hued feline crouched in the center of camp, and timidly called out, "M-meet an-nd greet-t." they stuttered out, blushing at how it came out. Their stutter was natural, but it was about five times worse whenever she got nervous about something like this.
open, meet and greet --- WORD OF SHAME ESCAPING FROM MY THROAT AGAIN
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;]Interesting. The male had yet to see a blue-furred feline, and this was a first. Lazily making his way over in their new camp, his ears pricked. "Hi. My name is Tsukishima Kei," he said with a dip of his head. His tail flicked and came to rest by his paws, his golden-brown hues focused on Crierstears. He did dully note her stutter, though. People who stuttered had a rather subtle annoyance about them with the whole speech impediment, but bringing it up as an insult was stooping too low. Already wrapped up in his own thoughts, Tsukishima blinked once.
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[fancypost bgcolor=none;border:none;padding:0;width:462px;font-family:georgia;text-align:justify]— Kate had met many people with stutters before, and she had learned to accept it. Now, hearing someone mess up their words was second nature to her, and the Labrador mix didn't give a second thought about it as she made her way over to join Tsukishima and the fem she didn't know. "And I'm Kate!" she added on enthusiastically, aware that some of her bubbliness was quite fake. "What's your name?" Generally, Kate was a kind soul, but she was less than happy about the move lately, and it was starting to show.
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|| Distant - Demonic - Unstable - Mute ||
|| Albino Panther - Leader of SunClan ||[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=1; min-height: 150px; width: 400px][justify][font=times new roman]
Phantom used to have a stutter, back when she was still getting the hand of sound manipulation. So the normally apathetic panther could sympathize. "Phantom." She rumbled, sitting next to Kate and blinking at Crierskit.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; min-height: 60px; width: 450px; border-top: 4px double white; border-left: 4px double red; border-bottom: 4px double white; border-right: 4px double red][align=center]
[font=times new roman][size=8][i]And all the kids cried out, "Please stop you're scaring me"[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]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Interesting. So far, Morgan had observed that a lot of the members of SunClan seemed to be shy, skittish, and rather soft-hearted, which he deemed good for both Emilia and himself. The tom, taking a deep breath, moved fowards, smiling at those around him happily. "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Crierskit. My name is Morgan, I'm new here"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-20px; letter-spacing: 0px ][color=#000080][size=28pt][font=arial]IMMORTALKISSES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-23px; letter-spacing:0px][font=arial][size=9pt][color=white]You think you own me, but you [b]can't
control me![/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; height:1px; background-color:black; width:488px; margin-top:-5px; opacity:0.6][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; height:1px; background-color:black; width:488px; margin-top:-5px; opacity:0.6][/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; width:488px; color:black; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; margin-top:3px]The vixen couldn't sympathize, as she had never had a stutter, but she dearly wanted to say that Fin had. She just wasn't sure on that lifetime, and blinking, the vixen would merely murmur,"Immy."[/fancypost][size=6pt]★ trek
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[fancypost bgcolor=none;border:none;padding:0;width:462px;font-family:georgia;text-align:justify]— She hadn't met a lot of people whose names held a true correlation with themselves, and it seemed like Crierskit was one of those very rare individuals. Peering at her, Kate desperately hoped that she wouldn't burst into tears at any moment. It certainly seemed like it. "It's nice to meet you, Crierskit!" she said loudly, unaware of how much her voice rose when she felt awkward. "How long have you been here?"
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