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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]It had been quite a long time since he was last here. After resigning, he had left for SunClan. He enjoyed his time there, but grew tiresome rather quickly before he moved on once more. Now, he lived back in ThunderClan where he planned to stay for the rest of his time. It was his retirement home, one could say. Not many lived there anymore, but he was happy to be home. Approaching the Eden border, the small domestic cat looked about, the territory still being familiar to him. Part of his wondered if anyone here remember him during his deputy days, but nonetheless, he would stop by for a small chat. "Knock, knock, anybody home?" Nosferatu called out, taking a seat where he stood.


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    Rounding about from his last joiner, the girl he greeted..he came upon someone else. They seemed a bit more...pretentious then the other, but that was a rather upfront assumption to make. He just....he didn't know how to react to their greet.




    Maybe they'd been here before? Cassius sighed a bit, padding forward and looking down at the domestic feline with a small smile. The ruddy Labrador didn't mean to be oppressive or anything, not even a bit. He was just...sh!t, he tried his best okay? He had horrible f#cking anxiety, so he was already worried about f#cking this up. Like sh!t, what if they where someone important or something?




    So country boy took a few pawsteps back, and awkwardly took a deep breath. "Howdy pardner, m'names Cassius. What can I do for you?" A question he'd never asked before. Consider him extra cautious of the guy who seemed to act like he'd been here before.

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    Rolling on over, Alfred let a small smile decorate his features as soon as he saw who it was. Yeah, he remembered Nosferatu. He was the sassy gay friend with a lot of kids. Totally. "Hopefully you remember me. I'll be absolutely heartbroken if you don't." He shrugged sheepishly, ear twitching.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He was a bit disappointed to see only two having come to him. It seemed most, if not all, of his friends were ghosts now, taking form as a distant memory. Watching through emerald visionaries, the ThunderClanner watched as the two approached, tail tip flicking to and fro. "Yo, Cassius. You don't remember me? Pity, unless you're, like, a different Cassius." the demon spoke, eyes traveling to Alfred. "Of course, of course. How've ya been, kid?"


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    "Cassius Maxwell. I ain't been anyone else but me." The lab laughed uncormfortable, wondering how you could mistake him for anyone else when he was so f#cking awkward. One more point to his coma theory. "I ain't been here for long. Came after y' uh...left." He wondered what that was about--until he realized the person they thought he was could of been a body switcher. Then that would make sense. Trojan was one of those.

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