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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]Ugh, how long had Ryan been gone for? Part of him wanted to go to ScarClan, check in with Breakdance and just say "hi" since he hadn't seen her in about a year now. Swing by BloodClan, see if Sola was still kicking it around the place. Visit SkyClan, congratulate Luca from going to nothing to their Leader (wow, Ryan remembered when that kid joined SkyClan. He really had been disconnected for a while). Go to what was left of the EclipseTribe, see if he could locate Gavin or Michael. But all of those would have to come later: for now, he needed a place to call home, even if temporary. DarkClan hadn't exactly been his first choice, you see: ScarClan was far too full, BloodClan was too hostile for his tastes (something Ryan never thought he'd be admitting, frankly), whereas SkyClan and ToBE- or Los Santos now, apparently- had changed too much for him to even consider returning. DarkClan was a... nice middle ground. Right in between where he planned on frequenting. Or, he planned on frequenting. Following up wasn't something he excelled at. There was a lot Ryan let himself down at, and he had no doubt this might fall in that category as well.


    "Uh, hey." The fox had positioned himself at the border, sapphire eyes raking across his surroundings in an almost impatient manner. But he couldn't be faulted for such- he had been fending for himself for far too long now. Ryan was, relatively speaking, a freeloader with his occasional practical use. What he did when alone was his own business- most Clans didn't take kindly to experimentation or testing the limits on how he could quite literally play with fire. "Here to join." Fuck, he'd forgotten to list off his name. Ah, might as well wait until there was somebody to hear it. Ryan talked to himself frequently, but not just to thin air.


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    "welcome to the clan then, bro", damn - they were getting a lot of new faces and most of them were male. his balls dried up right then as he stared at another male whom claimed to be wanting to join. the sausage fest continues, chuckling at his inside joke, the alligator strutted up. reptilian green eyes focused on the male before lowering himself further to the ground though his head was slightly tilted up. "so, what's your name? alsooo, officer or medic, which one - it's mandatory or so I've heard", he said with a creepy smile that didn't seem quite right on the beast.

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    Well, with truly all the 'cool stuff' gone now--tour, first introduction, and the officer or medic question--he was just left with saying hey. The antlered male made his way forward to stand with his clanmates, eyeing the unfamiliar figure curiously. "Welcome to DarkClan, I'm Alcides." He'd stick around to hear the guy's name he figured, since he hadn't said it.


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    [justify]Shutterbug wanted to see what all the commotion was about--she had been in the area taking some photographs before she had heard the voices of her Clanmates, and the vixen trotted over, worry lacing her features. Was something wrong? Had disaster struck?


    No--everything was fine. The vixen let out a breath, calming herself. It was just a new joiner, which DarkClan had been getting a lot of lately, which was great. Even better, this newcomer was a fox--one of her kind. She hadn't seen a fox since her parents, whom she barely remembered. It was a strange feeling, but she couldn't just sit there. She had to introduce herself.


    With an awkward wave of her paw, Ter sheepishly said, "Hi. I'm Shutterbug. Nice to meet you." The other questions--his name, Medic or Officer, would he like a tour--were already asked, so she had nothing else to add.
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    Crownpaw had to admit that he didn't mind the 'sausage fest' as Holocaust so eloquently put it in his head, as much as Holo himself did. What he did mind, however, was that most of the males that came here were most of the time twice or three times his age, which was rather inconvenient for the trainee. It wasn't like he was gonna pounce on the first trainee-aged guy he met, but if his end goal in this life was to have a husband and some cubs, generally one needed some actual options.


    Anyways, enough about his own personal gay problems for now. The lion padded over with a frown on his face - the one he carried for pretty much all new faces that got near his home clan - and said, in his deadpan voice with a lilt to it, "Welcome, I'm Crownpaw."

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