NORTHSIDE COOLIN | OPEN, JOINING

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.2]"Well, that's a relief." James drawls, ambling over at a steady pace. The hybrid isn't fearful of the mad, really — he's frightened of his own madness, but somebody like Harley, scarred and apparently unstable, doesn't unnerve him in the slightest. She's small in comparison to him, someone that poses little threat, and besides, her true intentions are to join, not to devour them all, as she previously suggested. "Still, that sounds like th' sorta thing someone about t'eat us all'd say. 'Nah, 'm just kiddin', I ain't really gonna eat y'all', but in reality, y'preparin' to put us in a pie."

He clears his throat, uses it as a distraction to force himself into a less-guarded position. "Th' name's James, by the way. Welcome to ShadowClan."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Despite how off Harley seemed, Bella thought she was okay. Sure, her laugh was kind of chilling, but that wasn't her fault. "Welcome to ShadowClan, Harley. I'm Bella. Would you like anything?" she asked, trying to keep her voice level as she stood beside James.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Luckily, Orbkit was a remarkably brave kitten for her age, braving even the scariest clanmates in the prospect of making a few new friends. If she hadn't been so courageous, perhaps the young kitten would've been running in the opposite direction at the mere sight of Harley, but instead, she tottered on up with a sweet smile and clumsy, petite paws. "Hello!" she greeted happily, flicking her short tail with a childlike gleefulness. It was always exciting to meet new people, even if they happened to be like Harley. "I'm Orbkit!" she chirped, thinking back to what she said before. "Why you eat us?"
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Unlike her half sister, Frenchpaw wasn't exactly the bravest girl there was. Could anyone really blame her, though? After all that she had seen and done, she felt as though she had a right to be constantly on alert. The fact that she'd been so relaxed and energetic as a child was almost laughable.

Stopping beside Orbkit, the trainee curiously studied Harley through weary brown eyes, admittedly unnerved by the eerie smile permanently etched onto her face. She found herself unable to hide her agitation as she spoke. "Welcome to Shadowclan. My name's Frenchpaw." She smiled weakly.

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ha, like she would eat him. he was twice her size and about three times as strong, he assumed. being a bear had its cons, but it had its pros too. the masked bear lumbered over, sitting near the others as he gazed upon the joiner silently.

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Haha. She would've said she could cut the crap now but. . . Well, it seemed the girl's personality wasn't just a little joke to break the tension. She really was this. . . crazy. And it didn't have to be a bad thing. Maybe she was the good kind of crazy. The type to run around pumping people up and being hyped over practically nothing. That type of thing could get old after a while, but who knew? She deserved a shot. [b]"Hey, my name's Kelseylace," the tortie murmured with a quick nod. "Good to have ya here."

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He didn't especially like psychopaths, although he was tolerant of their unpredictable nature until it backfired on him. He'd seen at least one other Shadowclanner who was probably on the crazy side, but Harley set the standards pretty high considering that her first words to her future clanmates had been 'I'm here to eat you!'. Sadly enough, this Harley figure had decided to join Shadowclan. He didn't hate her or anything. but she seemed like a handful already. Especially when Fiore took her pitiful sense of humor into consideration. He could imagine a sadist laughing at such a joke, which already formed his opinions on her. She was probably going to be entertaining in a quirky fashion. Her laughter was slightly creepy, but the messy furred Shadowclanner tried to focus on anything except that.

When everyone else spoke, they seemed relatively relaxed despite her behavior. Perhaps she was harmless if they weren't worried, but Fiore would still be cautious. He wouldn't wish to perish simply because he'd been careless. Besides, someone had to keep an eye on her and monitor her in case his suspicions were true and she was slightly insane. However, Fiore wasn't exactly obvious. He behaved quite normally, seating himself beside Roadpaw and addressing Harley afterwards. "Yea', don't eat me and we won't 'ave any issues. Name's Fiore 'case you were curious," he chatted casually, relaxed and casual in his mannerisms. She was outnumbered, so if she was psycho they could always throw her out whenever it proved necessary. That alone was reassuring.

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[justify][size=8][color=silver]As she bounced up, the kitten tilted her head to the side. YAY NEW MEMBER. New members were sooo cool, Paintedkit squeaked in delight, as she halted near to where Fiore was, "Hi! I'm Paintedkit! Welcomee." The chubby grey kitten meowed a greeting happily. She adored new members, because every new member meant that the clan was BIGGER, and bigger was totally better, because they could SMOOSH their enemies like LITTLE BUGS.

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Man, it had been a while, how long had Jeff been gone? A few weeks, say? That really wasn't that long, was it? Whatever, non of the Shadowclanners really missed him, he could tell. He barely knew half of them, and had no intention of meeting them. In fact, the only reason he didn't see his way to the exit during joinings and meet and greets was just to make sure he had a tab on as many people as possible and knew who was the weakest and who was the strongest.

The large white bloodstained husky walked over and let out what can only be described as an annoyed or angry chuckle. Really, he gets back and the first thing he runs into was a joining? Cold, unblinking green eye stare at Harley before he shrugged. "I know a guy who had a knack for eating kidneys." Jeff said in his normal low raspy voice. The smiling psychopath didn't bother introducing himself, he rarely did. He lacked manners.