LET'S KILL TONIGHT — open

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Dean heaved a loud sigh, plopping himself down in the dead center of camp. Being in a clan was strange - he was so used to being constantly on the move, and seeing the same scenery for more than a week was actually almost unnerving, if not a little refreshing. It was the first time he really had a place to call home since.. well, since a long time. The canine repositioned the leather satchel slung over his shoulder, glancing back and forth. It was probably a good time to actually start talking to people - glancing around, he would wait to be approached with his usual air of confidence. Or was it cockiness? Eh.
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    "Oh, hey, Dean," this was the guy who joined not too long ago, right? He seemed to be fitting in pretty well. Spectre actually didn't really know much about him, so everything she was thinking was pretty much an assumption. "How are you?" the kitsune asked, watching the male with her mismatched eyes.


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    "Sup dude." The serval had noticed his mother and had to stop, he made it a point to stop and hang out with her whenever he could. The serval didn't want her to be upset with him or be sad and alone. You know, momma's boy kinda behavior. "Dean is it?" Kilo inquired, thinking he had met his brother Sam before but not he himself.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Having a place to call home was a good thing. All of Night's previous homes before Colouredclan had been obliterated - broken apart, and trampled upon, until there had been nothing left of them. They had never been massive clans, or even small tribes.. They had just been.. family homes.. After that, he had set out to wander - that is, until the loneliness had gradually begun to drive him crazy. It was then, that he decided to save himself, and join a clan: that clan, being Colouredclan. This home.. This home, was a home that he wouldn't allow to be destroyed. He wouldn't allow for this place to fall. It was the one place that had stood for so long.. That had rescued him from his own despair.. That he had decided to remain within, until he had become its leader. There were people here, that he treasured like family. He wasn't going to let those dear to him be taken away again. This was his home, and of course, it was Dean's home too.


    "Yo." Night would greet, his thoughts having retreated to some bittersweet ideas for a few moments. He'd crack a grin, and seat himself by Spec and Kilo.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid palegreen; border-right: 1px solid palegreen;][justify]Side would pad over to stand near Nighttales, her ears flickering curiously as she watched the stranger curiously, but staying quiet all the same. Well, she supposed he wasn't really a stranger. She'd seen him join, and apparently his name was Dean but passed that she knew nothing about him.
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