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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]scout was certainly not someone to remain in the same place and seclude himself within boundaries. he would remain loyal to the garden still; they housed him when he was weak. it was the least he could do in return for offering such hospitality, but he was not one to enjoy the feeling of being a bird in a cage. he heard windclan offered something though and was willing to try it. maybe keep between two communities for now so not to stretch himself out too far.


    the asian palm civet sat his rump down and waited, listening to crickets chirp repeatedly and twitched an ear as a firefly landed on it, but did nothing to swat it away. his large, round pink eyes would begin to glow as the sky started to darken while the sun disappeared. the pads of his paws as well would light up in the same shade. if he were to have his jaws parted one could see his mouth would have glowed too, but he didn't feel like accidentally swallowing any bugs right now. he just hoped someone would arrive as quickly as the garden had.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring approached quietly, his pale amber eyes stoic as he looked upon Scout. The Asian Palm Civet was certainly not a member of a species the WindClan advisor had ever previously encountered - something that, to him, appeared as a mix between a rodent and something else he could not name. His tone remaining polite, the young Siberian tiger questioned, "Hey t-there. This is WindClan t-territory. H-how may I help you?" He had added the informational bit on the territory belonging to WindClan in case the stranger was lost, which he doubted based on how expectant Scout appeared now.


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    [b]"Hello, name and business?"     Asked the timber wolf, as he padded into the scene, looking over towards the Civet. Jonathan smelled the scent of the Garden on the stranger's fur, and wondered if he was here due to politics.


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    TAGS FOR MOBILE/PEOPLE WHO CAN'T HOVER

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=9pt]It was a...weasel cat? B figured it wasn't actually a hybrid of those two things, but on first glance he didn't know what to make of the guy sitting at their border. The glowing was a bit eerie, too, though he'd seen that sort of thing before, even if it had only been once or twice. He wondered if Prague or Jon knew what species he was- not that he planned to ask. He instead gave them a nod, standing off to the side and positioning himself in a way that kept most of his weight off of his injured paw.
    [spoiler=tags (06/11)][size=8]GENERAL
    Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Honorguard of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Eight months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Winterwonder (brotp)


    [b]PHYSICALITY
    Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat)


    [b]BATTLE TAGS
    Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF     -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played


    [b]BRIEF PERSONA
    Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Kate silently made her way over and sat down, observing the creature in front of them. Finally, an animal smaller then herself. She felt so tall and powerful for once (even if it wasn't by much). There was nothing to be said, Praguespring and Jonathan had already asked the important questions, so she simply waited to hear what the visitor would reply with.


    Info on Kate UPDATED 6/16th

    Info on Kate UPDATED 6/16th

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    Weasel cat. Darkpup agreed with that assessment. The wolfdog was usually okay with strange things, and had enthusiastically greeted a fairy dog just yesterday, but this feels... Weird. Not quite dangerous, but it has him a bit on edge. Maybe it's the glow, because he hadn't seen anything glow like that, not even in the city he'd grown up near. So this time, there are no bright "hello"s and questions as to what exactly the stranger was, because he's definitely curious and he's very rarely afraid to ask. They smell like a lot of flowers, too, and grass and leaves and maybe something like honey. Overwhelmingly natural, and the child sort-of-almost hides when he approaches next to Boypaw, still ultra aware of the fact that he doesn't know where he stands with the apprentice, but also aware that he feels safest when he's next to him.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]small paws kneaded into the ground patiently until round eyes blinked up at the white siberian in front of him. though quickly followed by a wolf. then... a juvenile lion, a bunny, and a smaller wolfdog hybrid. quite a start of variety, truly. an amused smirk spread across the mammals maw before looking at praguespring and opening his mouth to answer. looking to join sir, no trouble intended. though i do fair warning; i don't tread lightly with r.pists. if any take shelter here there may be... trouble. he found it respectful to include just for future occurrences if scout discovered anyone.


    a glowing pink tongue slipped from his lips and swiped over his nose before he glanced at the others. huh, he never expected this much silence. perhaps they were a shy bunch. is it allowed that i remain loyal to the garden as well? is there any sort of initiation i must go through? scout would continue to question as he wasn't very familiar with these sort of situations whatsoever.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring snorted lightly, looking vaguely amused by Scout's words, although whether or not he doubted the Asian palm civet's ability to take action was unclear as Praguespring knew better to doubt others based on appearances alone but the young Siberian tiger also happened to be a cynic at heart. "We d-don't harbour a-any rapers t-to my knowledge," he spoke eventually. Praguespring still didn't quite understand why everyone treated rape as a special kind of evil, when murder and torture were just as horrible cruelties. But then, he supposed even the anti-clanners still saw themselves as honourable, good, and just. Hypocrites. All of them. He blinked, replying, "That's p-perfectly acceptable. W-we have several m-members who hold dual memberships." Lessa was a member of BlizzardClan, StormClan, and WindClan. Rosekit was a member of RiverClan and WindClan. And there were surely more beyond those two. Already Scout was proving to be more interesting than most of the animals Praguespring encountered on a daily basis. "A-and no, there's n-no special initiation or t-test that you h-have to pass first." Like every other group, WindClan employed the auto-acceptance policy enforced by the Star Council.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][b]"R.pists are against the rules of our clan. if there is one hidden among our people, its not of our knowledge and we'd take care of the issue as soon as we figure out, I'm more then certain." there was clans that allowed r.pists in? anti-clans where absolutely gruesome to her. she didn't think she could ever live in a clan that allowed such terrible people within their ranks. Sadly, it was impossible to keep out the bad people some times. But it did not mean they would tolerate it if they found out. Kate didn't know what or where the garden was, so she couldn't exactly answer that question. She went quiet once more and looked to Praguespring.


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    Info on Kate UPDATED 6/16th

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]they had a policy against them too? a quick twitch of his tail and slowly blink of his eyes was his reaction to the news, and he was quite surprised but also... thankful. murder and greed were natural in this darkened planet though he still found it unsightly when in the wrong situation. though what he really targeted was the more unspeakable, unforgivable actions performed. thank you, i appreciate the effort to deny them access to your home. i will treat it as my own. his attention averted to kate and nodded his head slowly. well, he could alert those of authority here, or just handle it himself... the latter he favored more but perhaps the former was more respectful.


    my name is scout archelaus, i apologize for not including that before. may i have your names as well? the toddy cat asked politely, looking at the windclanners but hesitant to move from where he sat.


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    Cam simply sniffed as she approached. The civet had glowing body parts. That was interesting, she supposed. She'd learned about bioluminescent creatures, her main focus having been on deep sea fish, but perhaps this was a different kind of glowing mutation. This stranger did not need to lure prey or attract a mate using the glow from his eyes or the like. Perhaps it was just to look cool or natural. Huh. She'd seen a lot of weird things, so a natural glow didn't seem all that weird by those standard.


    His first comment made her even more curious. She wondered what his deal was with rapists. Not that she didn't have a deal with them. Rape was bad, very bad. He did take an interest in that topic, though, indicating maybe a sort of history with one. He did promise trouble if he encountered one, although Camael wasn't sure if anyone here could do such a thing. Even if they did, she doubted they would publically reveal themselves to be such a monster. "Hm," she said, her face blank and her posture stiff. "Welcome. I'm Camael."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Scout Archelaus. His given name was common enough but the family name was one Praguespring did not recognise. "Who's t-the head of y-your family?" the young Siberian tiger questioned lightly, his dark brown striped tail gently swaying in the breeze. He had no blood family that he knew of and Praguespring certainly bore no family names. His only known relation was Eskimokisses and that was because the savannah cat had been kind enough to take him in as a son. The WindClan advisor paused, realising that he had foregone introducing himself. "I'm Praguespring," he introduced himself, nodding politely. "Welcome t-to WindClan." He expected that there would be someone who would be more than eager to offer Scout a tour around WindClan territory.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]the black marks above his grey masked face knitted together as he saw the small feline, tilting his head as he observed the bandages covering her body. huh... odd. he could only imagine how painful it would be tearing off the fur when pulling them away. maybe that was an issue she wasn't expecting? well, best not to dwell on it too much, it wasn't polite to stare. wonderful to meet you, camael. i hope to accommodate your expectations as a new addition to this community. scout wondered for a brief moment if she was put off with him being a stranger. she didn't seem like the welcoming type...


    at the advisor's inquiry he would smile faintly. i am. it was assigned to me upon my creation, thus its branded on my core. its like a title, perhaps, of its own category. if that makes any sense. the explanation is... hard to put into terms with those unfamiliar of my initial home. slightly embarrassed, the civet would rise to his paws and clear his throat. welcome indeed... i appreciate the hospitality you offer. i haven't known many so kind to strangers before. he finally took his first step over the border and exhaled sharply.


    this was it. a second home. much different from the garden. while the strong scent of flowers followed him on his way, windclan smelled of fresh air and didn't have any distinctive scent of sweet flowers or fruit. it was... plain. he liked it. where are your living quarters? was his next question. he wouldn't assume they lived in an abandoned mansion like his other home. it would be interesting to see something different.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][b]"We each live in our own little cabins. You can set it up and decorate it however you'd like. I can show you to the cabins if you'd like to find a place to live right now." Kate offered with a polite smile. Windclan was the only clan she'd ever live in before so she had no idea how the others lived and where they stayed.


    Info on Kate UPDATED 6/16th

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]It seemed as if the conversation was well-underway, once he had arrived, and he believed that he had missed out on a few words and arrived rather late.. But, nonetheless, he still wished to greet the newcomer. "Welcome to the clan! I'm Cherviltea, by the way, and it's nice to meet you!" Being the head of a family was.. probably pretty difficult. He knew that the Xerses family happened to have a head, which Prague had actually been the one to tell him about. Afterwards, he had done some research here and there he supposed, and had eventually found that he had some relatives either leading clans, residing within clans, or simply.. wandering, he supposed. Although, there was something else that had piqued his curiosity, too. "What's the Garden?" He'd ask with a gentle tip of his head. It sounded pretty appealing to someone who was as enchanted by nature as himself, after all, so he was wondering what it happened to be like.