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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 460px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 98%; text-align: justify;][glow=#fff,8,400]❀[/glow] A party open to allies? She hoped that Blackjack had asked for permission, but for the time being she wouldn't question him. She expected that the new member had enough sense to do so. The feline would simply make herself comfortable for the time being, although sadly she couldn't eat anything here. The Hawkclanner would remain silent for the time being, seating herself a decent distance away from the center of the event.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Allies? Jorah vaguely knew the word. He associated it with friends, or companions, and perhaps even acquaintances. A new scent that was quite unfamiliar to him wafted through the air, indicating that someone from another group was indeed in their midst. Would more be coming then? The silver serval grew exhilarated at the thought, tail twitching and limbs fidgeting as he carried himself over to the slowly growing group. The smell of raw meat brought a slight grimace to his features, as the scent was overpowering and nearly masked the smell that Peter wore like a cape. He stared rather impolitely at the other male, curious and quite intrigued by the horn atop his head. However, rather than being a horse, he was a goat, which caused him to cock his head to the side in slight confusion. "Why're you a goat? Aren't unicorns horses? Those are the only kinds of unicorns I've heard of, but I mean ... There's nothing wrong with bein' a goat," Jorah went on to ramble, tongue poking out between his nearly white teeth. "Where are you from? I came from ShadowClan, but I live here now. I guess that's kind of obvious," the serval questioned before adding on his own commentary, head tilting to the other side. His large ears were pricked forward, extremely attentive to whatever the leader had to say.

His focus soon averted to Blackjack, and Mei, however, as his attention span wasn't long enough to hold a decent conversation with people. His doe eyes were wide as he watched them, gaze flickering between the two. Another scent soon wafted throughout the air he breathed, and he couldn't help but twitch his nose in distaste. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't at all like it. The smell was ... bitter, and it brought a frown to his lips. He soon moved his attention back to Peter, however, thoughts shifting from the horrid smell of meat and alcohol. It was Peter that caused him to grin again, and he couldn't help but shimmy closer to the unicorn. "M'name's Jorah!" The silver serval chirped in introduction, finally remembering to give up his name to the unicorn. It was rude of him to question him incessantly before giving out his name. At least now he had done it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Sutton arrived late, but that was usual for the typically busy tiger. Anyway, she wasn't too late and so limped over after Peter, looking around at the setup and then at those already there. She wasn't a party type by nature, but Sutton knew it looked good to come to these events and so she never minded it. It would at least give her the chance to meet a few of those from allying clans. "Thanks for the invite, it all looks very nice." She said briefly to Blackjack, who she remembered as being the one on the border.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Jorah forced himself to remain inaudible as Peter spoke to him, answering his many questions as well as introducing himself. He seemed to take the young serval's many inquiries well, and even the comments shoved between the queries. His ears pricked forward upon realizing that he was speaking to a leader of another clan, and his doe eyes widened a considerable amount. "Whooooaaaa, you're a leader? That's really cool, like really cooool," the serval prolonged certain syllables as he replied to the goat. He continued to watch the single-horned animal, maw opening slightly in awe. He quickly snapped his jaw shut though, as he found it a bit embarrassing that he was reacting in such a way. Jorah wasn't the type to grow bashful or sheepish either, so it was unusual for him. His focus was diverted for a moment when another RadicalClanner approached, carrying the same scent that Peter did. He could only assume they resided in the same group.

"Hi! I'm Jorah! You gonna like the party? I hope so," the silver serval chirped rather optimistically, tail twitching as he beamed in Sutton's direction. Seeing so many new people was a bit overwhelming, but he made sure not to let it appear on his features. After all, he wanted to be friends with all of these people. His smile seemed to fade before he widened it once more, doe eyes lit up like the stars.