its something i own // open, meet & greet

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=8]The muscular tiger was sitting in the middle of the StormClan camp, claws digging into the earth and tail lashing. Recently, he had been very uncomfortable here. He hadn't seen his daughters or his son since he had gotten here and he had absolutely no idea where Flight of Sparrow or Starjelly were. And he had talked to Darkskies, but was honestly rethinking his whole reasons for coming here.


    And not only that, but he didn't know anyone here besides his family. Not that he really wanted to meet anyone else, but he might as well. "Meet and greet," he called out, deep voice ringing through the small area. His face was serious and honestly very uninviting.


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    davros looked at the large tiger,"hello my name is davros and i would say its nice to meat you but i dont even know you but thats the point of a meet and great i guess"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:verdana;font-size:8pt;text-align:justify;width:450px;text-transform:lowercase;]Natela's ears would prick at the sound of a meet and greet, and she would pad over, dark copper luminaries studying Damon with curiosity before she decided to sit down next to her brother, a light smile pulling the corner of her lips up as she dipped her head. "Hello," She would speak, "My name is Natela, it's nice to meet you."


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    Ah, how wonderful. There was another extremely huge member here. A tiger.
    Pureshattered stalked forward, glaring at the large creature. How could the others simply walk up and chat with this guy? Didn't they see how big of a risk that was?
    Pur would frown even more, sitting down and flicking his tail.
    "Pureshattered."


    That was the only word he would say, his name. It wasn't like this guy needed to know anything else about him, after all.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 460px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify]"Damon," I'm sorry I killed your betrothed, it almost leaves his lips but instead Hux is silent, studying the uneasy motions of the tiger as if waiting for attack. He's been victim to angry fellow cadets and displeased instructors in his youth, taking a few hits and scratches after witnessing minute expressions of anger not unlike like Damon's; he wouldn't make the mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time again. Of course he doesn't reveal that he is more than willing to dart away from the scene if Damon acted on his displeasure, reasoning that letting on no emotion in particular is a much better alternative.
    Hux seats himself with poise despite the aches in his sides; as another spike of pain sears across the exposed flesh of his fresh burns he arches his back a little, sits lighter on his haunches. Dainty, almost, if his expression didn't read murder. (Almost literal murder, at that. Poor Starjelly.) "Funny seeing you here."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Well, this sucked. Oliver was aware that he was much smaller than most of his clanmates. It was due in part to the fact that he was only three months old, and the fact that he was a simple domestic feline. He wasn't a giant dragon or a majestic tiger. Just a plain, simple cat. Oliver Dameron strolled over to his clanmates, taking advantage of every meet and greet possible. The more friends he made, the less bored he could be when he was grounded in camp by his dad. "Hi there mister. My name is Oliver, Oliver Dameron. It's cool to meet you, especially since you're a tiger." Oliver meowed brightly, gesturing to the extreme size difference between Damon and himself.


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    [justify][sup][color=orange][size=8][font=Times new roman]The ginger apprentice bent her wing in a respect gesture. "Maplepaw, medicine apprentice. Pleasure," she meowed, on mobile and rushed.



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