and i care what you think // open, joiner

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    You have reached your destination.


    In all honesty, for the past few days, the serval hadn't really decided on a destination. This was a big part of her life, you know - finding the place she was likely to spend the rest of her days. She hadn't thought it all through upon leaving her previous home, instead recklessly taking off like a caged bird set free. Nowhere in particular in mind, just running with the wind and seeing where she'd end up. She'd cursed herself for it soon after, but wasn't going back.


    The land recently had really upped its game compared to home. Flat, dull plains had become a lush rainforest, dotted with strange, towering pillars of red rock. Looking up at them from so far below only made the serval feel sick, and her vision would start playing nasty tricks on her to the point where she could swear she saw them swaying dangerously in the wind.


    The spotted feline still had little sense of direction, unfortunately, but she was liking where she was going. As dizzying as the pillars above her were, she had to admit, they were pretty darn cool. In fact, she'd just been hoping that she'd find a nice old settlement around to move into when she hit it.


    The stink of the invisible boundaries swiftly became clear to her. They'd caught her by surprise; she hadn't expected anybody to be living out in this wilderness. Then again, it appeared to flatten out ahead, into territory just bursting with colour. She hadn't noticed that before, embarrassingly enough. She was usually very observational, though she'd been distracted by the rock structures today. It did seem an ideal place for a group to move in to, and it must have been a group that kept scent borders so fresh. One person alone could never manage.


    In fact, it was likely another clan. They were everywhere these days, and growing in numbers all around the place. You could hardly take ten steps without coming across another border, and she'd avoided several in a swampy biome back there purposely. She'd rather live in a wondrous area like this one before her, and seeing as she'd hit the boundary head on, it must have been the right one for her.


    The serval took a step back from the border to neatly seat herself on a clump of damp moss nearby. She'd come a long way, and her legs were dead tired. She fished through a small bag she'd brought with her, slung across her neck, counting her books and various other belongings as she waited. She was patient. She could wait.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Nighttales couldn't say that he had settled himself on a destination, when he had joined Colouredclan, either. It had simply been.. the first clan he had come across, in another of his aimless wanders. It seemed as if he had stayed, too, simply for the sake of settling down, even if most of his homes had crumbled in one way or another, prior to this.. Nonetheless, Colouredclan had been resilient. He was glad, for that.. He was glad that large clans couldn't fall apart, like small tightly-knit families, living alone, could.


    The serval had been lingering near the border, on another casual solo-patrol, before he quickened his leisurely saunter at the sight of an unfamiliar silhouette. His jaws would part, and he'd allow words to breeze by his maw. "Got anything good in there?" He'd hum, in a rather jesting manner, as the femme rummaged through the contents of her back. Nonetheless, he'd pause for a moment, straightening himself, before spouting the routine inquiry. "Name and business?" He'd ask, a light grin gracing his lips, in the meanwhile.


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    The said femme's head would snap upwards in surprise at the golden-spotted serval's voice. Boy, she must have been more exhausted than she'd thought if she wasn't picking up on these things before they got so close. That was dangerous, out here alone. If somebody with ill intentions happened to come across her while she was feeling so out of it, she'd be screwed. Lucky for her, this fellow didn't seem intent on harming her. He was from across the border, one of the people she'd been awaiting.


    The serval's ears heated up unconsciously at the question. How unfortunate, to be caught off guard rummaging through her satchel. What an amazing first impression that would make. The girl would grasp for words, attempting to look confident and smooth over her surprise - ultimately ending up with a nervous stutter as she clumsily sat up, straightening her spine.

    "J-just some belongings," she managed, forcing a lopsided smile which then only felt awkward. The spotted feline quickly hid her face as she occupied herself in grooming her chest fur. Oh gosh, she wanted to groan. This couldn't have gone worse. Forcing herself to face the older serval, she swiftly collected herself to answer his next inquiry. "I'm Lyrepaw. I - well - where is this, exactly? I'm looking for a place to stay." No point in straight up asking to join if she couldn't even name the group she was joining.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Nighttales wasn't really known for having ill intentions. In his past, yeah, he had fucked up a glorious amount of times.. But he liked to believe that he was 'chaotic good', or well.. at least 'chaotic neutral' anyhow. Not that that mattered, though. Anyhow, he didn't tend to admire savagery in the slightest, though he supposed that his culture tended to differ here and there, when it came to comparing an anti-clan to a pro-clan. That didn't mean that he accepted the harm of children, or the sexual abuse, or domestic abuse, of anyone in general, though.


    The serval was the type to take note of first impressions, sure, but his opinion on an individual didn't tend to lie on such, alone. Instead, he tended to make up his mind about someone over a prolonged period of time - therefore, the servaline didn't have much to worry about, though it wasn't as if her first impression had been particularly bad, either, anyway.


    At her surprised stance, he'd respond with a light chuckle; her demeanor having reminded him vaguely of Spec, and also, the fact that he had managed to catch her off-guard bringing a brisk, though jovial expression of triumph across his charming features. "This would be Colouredclan, and you're free to stay here, if you wish. I'm Nighttales Xerses, leader here, and it's nice to meet you, Lyrepaw." He'd phrase, offering a curt nod of his skull, as he opted to introduce himself.


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    ColouredClan. What a pleasant name. It certainly suited their territory, for one thing. Lyrepaw vaguely recalled overhearing the name in a conversation once or twice, and it was funny to think that back then she would have had no idea that that exact place was where, in later life, she would end up.


    The serval's rounded ears flattened by a fraction at his chuckle, despite knowing it was good-hearted. Her face hadn't been given any time to cool down since the beginning of this encounter, especially as she caught a glimpse of his triumphant expression. She was only surprised yet again to hear of his rank. Pretty impressive; the first clanmate she meets just happens to be the top guy. She felt quite honoured, and it crossed her mind on whether to make a respectful gesture or not - though she felt that she'd been embarrassed enough for one day.


    "Yes, I do think you'll be seeing more of me around," she decided with a firm nod, after a couple of long breaths. There wasn't much else she could say, and as a more natural smile played on her features, she casually added, "and it's lovely to meet you too."


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    This one held no air of something dangerous or dark. In fact, she looked rather friendly and normal looking, something that made the white feline approach, abet hesitantly. Halting beside Night, he'd absentmindedly flicker his forked tail, offering the joiner a somewhat small smile. "Lucien says hello," he'd murmur in his usual greeting.


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