i'm a goner | joiner

THIEF. · Jul 30th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:400px; text-align:justify; line-height:120%;]" Ca - Cancione, bro? Are.., are you out there? Hello? "

The call that reverberated throughout the rain forest was panicked, desperate; originating from a gargantuan beast that looked more bear than dog. His massive form was none too silent as it carried him through the underbrush, shoulders and paws crashing into bushes and fallen branches alike. Neue was a noisy creature, never was too keen on staying quiet for very long, something that Cancione and Aster would of been highly disappointed of.

" Boss, this.. this ain't, this ain't funny.. c'mon.. "

Ruddy hues lifted from the underbrush, turning his attention towards the faintest rustle of some bushes to the left of him. There was a brief moment of relief, replaced with dread almost as quickly as it had surfaced. Was this his brother? Neue swallowed back his nerves gaze fixated on where he had heard the noise, hoping to whatever God was out there that this was indeed his baby brother. Neue was already in pretty hot water for straying away from his little brother for this long, and there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that he would be killed if something had happened to him; if he truly had lost him.

Maybe Cancione had just abandoned him again.

Neue swallowed, nervous and afraid.

" Bro? 'cione? Hey, isstha' you? " Please.

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romans · Jul 30th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Tiberius wasn't entirely too sorry to be disappointing the unknown male, because clearly who he was looking for was not Tibi. The alabaster pelted male appeared in his usual royal appearance, lean but bloodied form striding forward to meet Neue.

"You're on ShadowClan territory. I need your name and business." The child spouts the usual robotic greeting in a rushed post, grey eyes unamused as they search Neue's features.

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Happeh · Jul 30th 2016

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Approaching, the feline would halt, golden gaze merely curious. "Sup son," was all she murmured, despite this one appearing probably older then her. Oh well.

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ROX ! · Jul 30th 2016

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— SANS · Jul 30th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 420px;]Sans felt his necklace pulse against his chest, a gentle warning that he needed to go out into the world. Annoyance flickered through his limbs. He hated being outside, not at a time like this. He wanted to stay in bed, and he did, for the most part. Artpop was slowly easing him back outside, helping him take step by step and trying to move on. But he couldn't. Sans couldn't move on. Physically, he couldn't. Without his brother around, his soul was weak, and therefore his body was. He felt like he was getting sick already and tired a lot quicker. Like being beaten down all over again, but it was constant.

Deep breath, it was just another day. Step by step through the woods, despite how much it hurt to take the steps. Several times he nearly stopped, thinking 'I could lay right here and sleep.' No, stay determined, keep moving forward. He had to. He couldn't just... Fall down. Sans stepped beside Tib, realizing he had obviously stated the common question. His brows knitted in curiousity. "Boss?" He questions curiously, humming under his breath. He seemed closed - almost protective over the nickname he gave to his late brother.

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THIEF. · Jul 30th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:420px; text-align:justify; line-height:120%;]An unfamiliar voice replied back to him and Neue stumbled backwards instead of taking a careful step back. He'd been expecting - hoping for - the gruff tone of his brother's voice, berating him for getting lost, getting separated, or even telling him to buzz off, you only get in the way. The voice that answered him was not — a stranger who had greeted him as robotically as those in BlizzardClan had. One after another, more ShadowClanner's filed in, and Neue could feel his heart pounding in his ears. Everything that living in BlizzardClan had shown him about clan life seemed to melt away in that moment — no longer were they sensible creatures that would let him stay here.

His red eyes settled in on the kid who had greeted him first, and he swallowed nervously again. He.. he was bigger than all of them. They couldn't do anything to him, right? They couldn't.. kill him, not when he was easily three, no four times their size. Then again, maybe they could, if they all jumped on him at once. And if he could be taken down by a bunch of cats and a dog, then what use was he to his brother?

" Uh.. h.. hey, kid. " Tail tucked between his legs, the bear-dog gave the kid an anxious smile. The kid was hurt. There was no way an injured kid could do anything to him... not that he would of fought back if he could do anything. " Name's Neue.. 'm.. I'm lookin' for my, uh, my brother. " His paws shifted anxiously, another step back. " I.. uh, just.. tha's all I wanna do. 'k? "

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TWINPAW · Jul 30th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-family:arial;]Hmm? And who was this? Of course Blue knew who this was but she was 88% sure that Twin didn't so she was just going to go with her gut feeling. And if they had met she could easily just make it so that Twin had basically forgotten. The Templar trotted forward, eyeing Neue quizzically. Boss? What was he part of the Mafia or something? But he had already been asked who he was and what his business was so Twinskeletons remained silent. "Well who's your brother?"

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TRASH BIN · Jul 31st 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]oh, the poor thing seemed scared, and lost. frisk sauntered up, green pools blemishing with a feeble flicker of concern. they could understand the feeling, and, as the child glided over to sans' side, they tilt their head, humming gently, "sir? if he's not here, we'll be glad to help you look for him?" an offer they could not promise, as the gesture implied that everybody who had gathered would help. the others might be busy, or not care enough to do anything other than say "sorry, no.", but frisk had plenty of time on their hands - er, paws, and would at least be willing to search.

(tbh rushed af & omF thOSE TAGS

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THIEF. · Jul 31st 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:400px; text-align:justify; line-height:120%;]There was always something about confrontation that fucking frightened him. It wasn't that he couldn't defend himself (because, he definitively could. He could squash every one of these guys and think nothing of it.) and it wasn't as if he truly was afraid of these ShadowClanners — he could smash them under his paws and most of them wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it.

Neue swallowed back his nerves again. No need to be so god damn stupid.

Ruddy hues narrowed a bit as a few more ShadowClanner's filed in behind those who had already arrived, both of them. Irritated, Neue barked out in a harsh, bordering angry tone. " Christ, 'ya could just let me keep lookin', instead of holdin' me up! I ain't gonna do anythin' to yer stupid territory, I just wanna find my brother. " Cancione needed him, that he was sure of. He needed him to see what he couldn't, needed him to fight because god if people didn't like sneaking up on his blind side. The bear dog let out a loud sigh, relenting to their questions and some of their offers to help after a moment of consideration. If Cancione was here, then it'd be best to actually get help, even if he didn't really need it. " .. Cancione is 'is name. Real little thing, " Compared to his gargantuan body, at least. " He's.. uh, whatd'ya call it? A cat? White 'n grey wit' eyes like mine. Real bratty kid.. the kind 'ya wanna really punch in th' mouth. "

He paused.

" If 'es here an' ya punched him in the mouth, we're gonna 'ave a problem 'ya hear? 'es blind as a fuckin' bat, so 'ya better not of done anything. "

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romans · Aug 2nd 2016

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"So, in other words, he resembles you," the low growl leaves his barely parted jaws as the boy stares down Neue. His fuse had been lit by the bear-like canine's brash way of speaking. His natural arrogance ticked by his assumption he could walk all over and say and do what ever he wanted. Not on ShadowClan territory, he couldn't. Did he know that if he wanted to start a fight, this was the worst place to do it? But he didn't want to start a fight, a voice reminded Tiberius and his agitated mind. He wanted to find his brother. Apart of Tiberius understands that and begs his other half to step down, and apart of him does. The spiked fur lining his spine hovers closer to his athletic and toned form, but the boy itches to continue. He doesn't, because while his temper runs rampant, his intelligence squashes it. He knows the best thing for this situation is not to get into a fight with this.. thing. Tiberius could beat him, yeah.. if he was an adult. Yet he was five months old and had yet to really get into combat training.

"Haven't seen him. Haven't had the urge to punch any kid in the mouth, anyway," he says with a haphazard shrug, gunmetal colored eyes glancing elsewhere as he tries to think. Had he seen a grey and white cat with red eyes who also couldn't see a thing? Nope. At least from what he could recall. "Not sure I could stop you from looking, anyway. Stick around and look I guess. Just don't start shit." And the young boy, though he hints that's his time for departure, does not turn and trot off. He decides sticking around may prove to be more interesting than bolting.

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