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    "ITS MY ROOM! GET OUT! GET OUT!"


    The screech of Noodle was answered by the cries of two apprentices, paint on their paws as they tracked their way back to their own dens. The siamese gave a hiss, looking back around the den she had found and made for herself. Did they not smell her scent? The fact that someone lived here? She hissed, tearing down parts of the wallpaper that had very rude words and markings on it. "Fools."


    The new WindClanner was already slightly stressed out from learning all of the new things of her home, but she would take it in stride as she always did. She didn't survive two building falls and the 'Plastic Beach' incident for nothing. She could handle anything with time, patience, and music.


    Unfortunately, she didn't have her old guitar, which made her third and most therapeutic option out of her reach. The she-cat shook her head, taking down the leftover guitar string that she had and slowly fixing it onto whatever she could find at the time. She didn't create the whole of 'Demon Days' without being creative, you know?


    After an hour of hard work, the young feline was outside, plucking at her strings while humming something gently, "Windmill, windmill, for the land. Turn forever, hand in hand..."

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    ALL OPINIONS IC


    Ah. Now that was a tune that brought back fond memories. Murdoc was quick to arrive after Russel, his nearly finished bass slung over his shoulders. He offers a quiet greeting to Noodle and Russ before settling down with his bass and strumming along with the beat.


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    Noodle offered a quiet smile, humming the rest of the tune as she plucked the strings of guitar. Almost all of the band was there, and that was good enough in her mind. Her claws danced across the strings, weaving a freestyle melody to get lost in. Maybe it was the surrounding area, or whatever was in the piece of prey she got earlier from the pile, but she felt really relaxed here. "I'm surprised no one else has come to investigate the noise." The siamese finally said quietly.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]And now the band was together. "'ey is that Feel Good? Wait, wait..." 2D pulled a keyboard from off his back before quickly pulling the melody from it. "Man, we gotta do a gig somewhere! Find Russle some drums and we's in business!" Excitedly he began playing the tune in a more smooth pattern, a small grin on his sweet lil face. He began humming before signing, "City's breaking down on a camel's back...Hmm-hmm...They just have to go 'cause they don't know whack!"
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