Drinking Party! -Scarclan welcome-

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Marrowpaw trotted forward, idly waiting for the first Scarclanners besides the NOCs that were there. The Boatswain was honestly just curious, and a bit uncharacteristically quiet- the wounds on his back and leg were acting up a bit, after all.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; border-top: 1px solid white; color: #BBFFFF; text-align: justify; font-family: segoe ui; margin-top: -14px; width: 350px; padding: 0px;] "Has anyone invited Scarclan even?" Waterpaw flicked a ear as she went over, neon blue eyes taking in her surroundings. Waterpaw was internally freaking out because she forgot her potted flower out in the territory and this would give her some time to get it. And remind her not to get stuck in a closet with Scarclanners or anyone else. That'd be embarrassing and bad.

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"Yeah, leader guy over there did. Said something like 'no holds barred' so basically this place is going to be wrecked tomorrow. Or two days from now. Or in a week. Whenever all this dies down."
Marrowpaw kept adding length to the time in both a sense of humor and a subtle jab at the leader. Maybe not too subtle, though.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; border-top: 1px solid white; color: #BBFFFF; text-align: justify; font-family: segoe ui; margin-top: -14px; width: 350px; padding: 0px;] "Ah." as he kept adding time she became more anxious. She didn't want her poor flower to be wrecked. She held back tears as the thought of her poor flower getting stepped on and crushed beneath paws kept coming to her mind. "Hopefully it won't be wrecked for long, haha, that'd be very bad." she looked towards the tables full of alcohol and wrinkled her nose. She wouldn't drink, she didn't like the sound of getting drunk and waking up in some strangers arms.

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"We are growing apprentices! Yeah, sure, we're pirates but we are growing pirates and we need our sleep! This reign of utter tyranny will have to stop. Waterpaw, what do you say to holding a protest on the way up the ship? We can walk in circles and wave signs with writing on them that like two others can read."
Marrowpaw spoke, describing the scene vividly. He wasn't completely serious.
"They'll say things like 'down with dictators' and 'bring back controlled anarchy' and 'flowers should be the new monarchy'. Wait, nix that last one, I've never heard of a clan with a monarchy."
Noticing the way she seemed to be nervous about all of it, Marrowpaw found himself wanting to cheer the other up. He'd been trying to tell a joke- one that left you laughing, maybe crying but only tears of joy, not fear.

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