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    slides bsck in [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:400px; text-align:justify;] His initial departure from BlizzardClan had been an insufferable pang of homesickness, one he had assumed to be for his old home beneath the surface. It wasn't for the junkyard, for Neue had never felt at home there. Unsure, he had gone to the Exiles, the one place he knew of that was just as merciless as his old home, but God. God, he hated it. He'd never been more on edge in his life up on the surface. He didn't know who was out to kill him and he could never settle down. This wasn't home.


    That was why he left, really. He didn't know where to go at first, but his paws carried him to where he knew: BlizzardClan.


    He really missed this place. It felt like home, it really did. The bear-dog stood at the very top of the staircase, looking out of place against it.


    * uh.. h.. hey, guys? its... its neue. the large creature's voice shook, either from exertion or his nerves. both were taking a significant toll on his psyche. He doubted anyone would recall him, he'd never been particularly prominent in this place. Blood red eyes darted to a faint glimmer of movement from some bushes. He swallowed anxiously, feeling as if everything was closing in on him. The Amphicyon took a tenative step backwards, almost slipping off the stairs when he forgot where they were. Neue swallowed, trying his best to look friendly and not the former Exiler that he was. He'd hurt a Blizzardclanner. He doubted they'd let him back in, but fuck, he hated it there. He hated it.


    * i wanna come back, i - i really.. i really hate the exiles. fuck, can i join again? please don't make me go back. his request was desperate, ruddy hues wide with something akin to panic.


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    The Exiles? Francis trotted forwards, not immediately recognizing Neue, even if he introduced himself. He tilted his head, curiously sizing up the creature. He looked strange, but very tough. Suiting to his personality. He hadn't wondered where he and Blueberry had gone to, mainly because he had been inactive when they weren't there anymore, but it was nice to see him back. "Neue... ah. Do not worry! Just like people from England can become French, you can rejoin BlizzardClan!" he laughed, hoping to take the clear anxiety off of the much taller creature.


    "Oh, and if you do not recognize me, je suis Francis." he added with a shrug. "Oui, you are most definitely welcome back. You certainly look puissant."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Disbelief was written across the massive beast's visage, brows knitted together as Neue fought to make sense of it. He was.. allowed back in? Anxiety far from soothed, he remained in place, eyes darting momentarily to behind Francis, as if waiting for someone of higher authority to tell him to piss off. * didn't they.. He trailed off, thinking back to Whitepaw. Neue had never said his name, and maybe Whitepaw didn't see it on his collar? He hoped so. He didn't want to go back.


    The name Francis brought memories of a dog, not something he'd eat for lunch. The voice sounded off, but he could place it to a name and that name to a face that he knew was friendly. Good enough for him. * shit.. that's you, dude? it's uh.. it.. it fits y-you.. heh.. ya always did strike me as kinda... Neue snorted, still nervous. He scrunched up his nose a bit at the foreign words, indignant; some were easy to decipher, but fuck if he knew that that meant. * wassat mean? p..pu.. fuck, you know what ya said.


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    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 7 moons (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single(?), Low-key crushing on Andypaw » Panromantic Asexual » Paladin [HP] of Blizzardclan » Apprentice of Lithiumclan


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    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
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    >Several punctures in side
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    Francis stood still, watching Neue run through his sentences like deciphering code. Neue seemed tougher and stronger, yet he still had that air of fear around him. As a dog, he could have easily smelled it, but Francis only saw it through his face. It worried him. He didn't know what Neue had done, but obviously it was something terrible. He titled his head, blinking in a friendly manner since he couldn't smile. "Powerful. You look stronger and more handsome like this." Francis corrected, nodding towards the bear dog's body.


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    rho, unfortunately, couldn't recall him. of course, she would just go along with it and see if he recognized her. the tiny alabaster fem trotted over with a warm smile as she dipped her head "ah, w-w-welcome b-back, neue. y-you might w-w-want t-to speak with t-tama, though. j-just to be sure." with that, the girl fell silent, shuffling as she looked at her paws.




    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][color=black][font=Georgia]At first it was the voice that Kion recognized, but when he approached he came to remember the face too. "Neue?" It had felt like forever since the lion had last seen him around. He was still a cub back then, but he had grown a lot over the period of time that his clanmate was gone. The Exiles? So that's where he had been? The male shivered at the thought, but of course was glad to see Neue return. "It's nice to see you again! It's me Kion, in case you don't remember me."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:410px;][justify]Lostboy was silent as she made her way over, wide eyes looking at Neue awkwardly. She didn't know where they stood, the girl couldn't exactly say "hey, remember when I killed you when you had rabies? Good times." No, that most certainly wasn't a good idea. But maybe Neue couldn't remember? Or maybe he just didn't care. "Uh, hi." [size=9pt]♚


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Powerful? Strong? Handsome? When Neue looked at his reflection in a pool of water, he saw none of these things. He saw a mangy creature, all sharp fangs and drool dripping from his maw. At least he had his hold tooth back, a false canine slightly longer than its three twins. * strong, huh? kinda comes with bein' this big.. i.. i guess? Unsure how to take such a compliment, the amphicyon let out another nervous laugh, finally taking those final steps to officially stand upon BlizzardClan's main isle. It was a good feeling to be home.


    The feeling did not last for long.


    Rho — he recongized her, but not from anything good. He saw her while he'd been in the Exiles, the scent of BlizzardClan obvious to him. He had wanted to help, but he'd been too afraid to do anything. Neue's eyes went wide at her words, fear constricting his heart even tighter than it already had. Tama.. wouldn't turn him away, right? Tama had always been kind-hearted, she wouldn't damn him back to living with the Exiles... right? He couldn't shake the thought. Hell, he was starting to shake too.


    * u-uh.. i.. you.. were one of th' ones captured, right? i.. kinda remember you. wanted to help.. but.. scared they would'a killed me, y'know? he let out a nervous, wheezing laugh, hoping that would show that his loyalties had always laid with BlizzardClan. He was a good guy. He didn't want to go back to the Exiles. Please.


    Kion's voice did not ease him out of it, but at least his attention was elsewhere. He almost didn't recognize him, shit. The memories that surfaced were of a little cub, teeming with energy. * woah, fuck, kiddo. you've gotten hella fuckin' big.. was i.. was i gone that long? He paused briefly, looking over all of them and into the forest. Was.. Blueberry still around? Blues had been his only friend, and he missed him. The beginnings of a crush had started to form by the time he'd left, and.. well.. * is blueberry still 'round? Please say yes.


    Another voice, more memories to try and dig up in an attempt to bring a face to that voice, and a name to that face. These memories weren't so pleasant; they were angry memories, albeit faint and foggy. Rabies, he eventually recalled. Lostboy had been the one to end it, something that he understood. It'd been nessesary, Neue knew that. He offered up an anxious smile for her, though it looked a little forced. * hiya, kid.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:160%; text-align: justify;]Whitepaw wasn't exactly the kind of person to flip out over his former captor joining Blizzardclan. That didn't mean that he forgave him, either. But he just had a special way of dealing with it all. The Paladin smelled the faint scent of an exile from across the territory, and he had went to go check it out in case there was something wrong. He thought it was just going to be something small, like an exile visitor, or maybe a lost exile child or something. But no, it just happened to be the guy who had captured him a week or so before.


    He should have known it was him just by the way that he talked- He sounded slightly awkward, he paused a lot, and he used a lot of slang terms and swears. But Whitepaw only realized it was him when he laid his eyes on the former Exile. He couldn't mistake the giant bear-dog for anything else. The Paladin's ears were pinned down in fear for a moment, and he backed up a bit as he saw Neue. Then he stood straight again, and began to approach him, determined to keep his cool.


    So he did.


    Whitepaw eyed Neue, seemingly bored. His tail flicked a bit as he approached, and he opened his mouth to speak. "So your name is 'Neue'?" He asked in a rhetorical question, his expression neutral. "I believe we've met before, but we've never had a formal introduction. My name is Whitepaw," The male would add, looking up at the other's eyes.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL;;
    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 8 months (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single(?), Low-key crushing on Andypaw » Panromantic Asexual » Paladin [HP] of Blizzardclan » Apprentice of Lithiumclan


    BODIES;;
    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
    >Broken Ribs
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