the honor is your's. {open, joining}

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"a-HEM."


    The tiny sound of a rude sounding clear of the throat could be heard by the border as a tiny, dainty looking cat sat outside the border. Cake had decided to break free from the life of a barn cat to become a member of this clan. She was intrigued with what this place may hold for her, the excitement of living with a large group of other animals. Animals Cake may have never even seen before. The bratty, self-intitled feline dug her claws in and out of the dirt, the tip of her tail twitching with impatience. She didint want to be rude and freak everyone out by just waltzing into the camp and pretending she belonged there. No, that'd be ridiculous. so while she may have pondered it might be a waste of time for someone to ask if she wanted to join, she saw it necessary.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Stevie saunters over, golden eyes fixed on the feline at the border. She offers Praguekit a brief nod in greeting, then looks back at Cake with her head angled upward. The gesture seems defiant, proud, which is exactly the effect she's going for here. It says I'm not a plaything for you to toy around with then ignore later on and if there's one thing Stevie hates, it's having her fate in someone else's paws. She'd rather make her own destiny, forging it from whatever strikes her fancy.


    The expectant, commanding way Cake demanded their attention does not strike her fancy. It does completely the opposite. She took her time skulking up here, took the time to greet Praguekit before the stranger on the border, and now she's going to take her time... doing whatever. Who cares.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Percival was the next to appear. The young guardian approached with fluid movements, purple visionaries bearing their natural youthful and energetic spark. It did not take him long before he joined his two clan mates, standing a few steps away from them. The German shepherd could easily detect the rather impatient and snippy atmosphere around the girl, one that made him a bit questioning. Dealing with joiners did not bother him, but when it came to the defiant and rather rude ones, the fun was taken away rather quickly. "Hey," greeted Percival, awaiting for the feline to reply to Praguecub's inquiry.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#418191;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]THIS IS MY LAST SANCTUARY[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#54AEC4;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]That had been.. quite the greeting. Such a beckoning call happened to bother him, and his metaphorical brows knitted as a course of habit. Oh well.. There wasn't much that one could do about a prissy attitude, that was for sure. In the end, it likely wouldn't bother him to a tormenting extent - but, it would certainly irritate him, if she managed to keep this up.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Content with the fact she'd finally been able to have some of the clan members come over, Cake turned her rude little scowl into a sickly sweet upward curl of her lips and proud little twitch. Seeming Paguekit had approached first, despite his presumably tiny stature, Cake decided to greet him first. "Oh, hello. Yes, I know this is Windclan territory." she responded rather matter of factly. her mew was rather winy sounding and much too long and drawn out. Perhaps on purpose for the attention. Her pale blue gaze drifting to the tiny crowd starting to form in front of her, raising her voice a tiny bit to allow them all to hear. "I've come in hopes of joining." she added in a sing-song voice.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=9pt]B didn't think he was going to get along well with this person. Okay, true, he was confrontational with even people he did get along with, but this would likely involve grudging acceptance. Still, she wanted to join, and she hadn't done anything that was outright awful, so Boy limped his way over, giving her a nod and a mostly friendly grin. "It's your lucky day, then. Welcome to WindClan, whoever you are." That wasn't quite a subtle prod for her to introduce herself. "I'm Boypaw, but just call me B or Boy. You need help with anything, there are plenty of paws that can help."


    [spoiler=tags (05/14)][size=8]GENERAL
    Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Honorguard of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Six months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Winterwonder (brotp)


    [b]PHYSICALITY
    Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat)


    [b]BATTLE TAGS
    Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF     -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played


    [b]BRIEF PERSONA
    Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass

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    [align=center][font=georgia][b]IT'S ONE FOR THE DAGGER
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    [b]"Alright, you're welcome to join, but can you tell us your name first?"     Asked the timber wolf, as he padded in after Mamura, stopping beside the warrior. As for first impressions, Jonathan was unsure if he liked the newcomer or not. Maybe that would change later, if he got to know her more. "I'm Jonathan Toews by the way, an advisor here. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]good. about time. she thought to herself, but outside the dark pelted feline merely tilted her head innocently to the side and gave a cheery, "Why thank you, Boy" she answered promptly, letting her tail sweep side to side on the ground behind her. Her eyes trailed over to wolf, the look she gave giving the impression she was impressed. She'd only just joined and had already seen quite an array of different animals. It made her curious of them. "I go by the name Cake Frosting! But you can also call me Cake."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 25pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 146PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Praguekit[/fancypost][b] windclan - guardian - general tags - powers tags - battle tags[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Praguekit might have only been a cub, but seeing as he was still a tiger, the young guardian was already as large as most of his feline clanmates or beginning to rival them in size. He could not help but feel that the girl sounded quite odd - her voice drawn out and high to the point of shrill. He wouldn't make his judgements yet - people couldn't help how they sounded. "W-welcome to WindClan then," he echoed many of his other clanmates as they spoke up. "I'm Praguekit. N-nice to meet y-you, Cake." It was all formalities and he wondered if she knew the same.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]God, this girl's voice is fucking annoying. Sounds like a damn mosquito buzzing around in her ears, though a hundred times whinier and more irritating. She can't deal with these sorts, with all their high-strung condescension and their expectancy that everyone will cater to their needs like perfectly oiled robot butlers. She'll rid the world of the lot of them if she can, but so far she lacks the necessary resources to fight the vanity out of every single one of them. She'll just fight Cake Frosting whenever she sees her, or ignore her, maybe.


    "Stevie," she says briefly, then falls silent.[/fancypost]
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