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    ★– He had never really settled down for the last few months. He was moving from place to place in search of something, or someone really, but was starting to lose hope by now. The idiot probably got himself killed somehow anyways. The tabby huffed as he trekked forwards. He always had an issue with borders. The thing was, he couldn't really taste or smell... anything. He could be blindly walking into someone's territory and unless is was surrounded by a stone wall or something he would have no idea until someone stopped him. He hated that.


    However, a large stone staircase was definitely a sign enough. Eventually, after much walking, he got to the top and let out a breath, looking around for a sign of someone. If this was some abandoned staircase that he went up for no reason, he was going to lose his *. Slightly grumpy, the tom stood there at the edge of the island looking somewhat lost.


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    It seemed many people found their way up the staircase one way or another- whether they were lost, had a message, were joining, lived there, or were simply curious, the stairs always held something new. And that's what Poe found as he approached the staircase one day: a lone tom, looking as if he didn't know where he was. "Hello, sir!" The husky mix called brightly as he approached, "May I have your name and business with BlizzardClan, please?" Who knew what this guy was here for.
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    ★– Blizzardclan. There were people here - good to know, good to know. So this was Blizzard clan, huh? The tom's response was delayed and it took him a moment to respond. "Consign. My name is Consign." Oh, business. Right. He guessed he was here to join, it was one of the few easily identifiable places and he had no where else to go. He was just a wanderer at this point. "I'm here to... Join." Well that was settled now. Lifting a white paw hesitantly, the dark tabby looked to the other feline. "Hello." His manner of speech was somewhat stilted, unnatural. He couldn't help it though, really. He was still getting used to... strangers.


    This place was awfully large, and he was ashamed to say he wouldn't be able to find his way to camp on his own, probably. Apparently most people could just... follow the scent, but seeing as that wasn't an option he shifted on his paws awkwardly. "Uh, in what direction is your camp?" He hated to ask, but it would be more embarrassing to get lost.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px]So fucking formal, Poe, Ephie thought with a soft giggle, coming to a halt besides her boyfriend and gazing quizzically at the presumed joiner. When he voiced his actual reasoning for coming here, she gave a nod, confirming her suspicions. "Welcome to BlizzardClan then, Consign! Do you need anything else besides directions? Camps that way, by the way," the Paladin purred in response, grinning loosely at the male as she gestured to somewhere behind her. "I can take you. I'm Ephemeralpaw, a Paladin here. Paladins are meant to, like, keep the atmosphere open and friendly, as well as help out joiners like yourself."


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    ★– Good. That was over with. Looking towards where she gestured he gave a nod. "It is nice to meet you... Ephemeralpaw." That was a long name. not that he minded much anyways. Paladin was an interesting title.


    His yellow eyes flicked in the other female's direction as she approached. The tom had a bit of an independent streak if you will, even asking which way the camp was wasn't too pleasant. Also he didn't know who this "Tama" was to ask, even if he did want to. Oh. Tama was her. He supposed that made some sense. Clearing his throat the tabby stared at her. Nicknames. It'd be wrong to say he hated them, but... they reminded him of some things, to say the least. "No. No thank you." He did mean it both in regards to something he'd rather be called, and the tour, although he neglected to specify that. Letting out a breath he started to head towards where he was directed. "I will go now." No, he wasn't the most... socially able of people.





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