I AM BEAUTIFUL WITH YOU — o, meet and greet

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    The girl moved at a leisurely pace, strolling aimlessly through the old temple with a look of boredom in her olive eyes. The area she happened to be in was relatively quiet, save for the soft tune she hummed to break the silence. It was a slow melody, calm and serene; a song she'd heard a while back, though she couldn't recall the name.


    As comforting as the atmosphere was, Ashleigh could feel herself growing restless. Her tail swung continuously back and forth, gradually speeding up until she appeared to be wagging it like a dog. A tick, similar to how one bounced their leg or tapped their fingers against a tabletop. As she began heading for a busier section of the temple, she parted her lips and began to sing softly to herself, having begun to feel tingly in the throat after humming for so long. "I stare, at the girl in the mirror… t-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen…"


    It wasn't long before she reached the entrance. And so she trotted outside and sat back against a column, looking around curiously. "Hey, meet and greet!" she called out with a tilt of her head.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 450px; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;]Lionpaw could swear that he heard humming or singing or some sort of tune. He perked his ears, searching for the source, until his gaze fell on the one who called a meet and greet. Ooh, she was pretty. Nonetheless, he would give her a friendly, "Hey, I'm Lionpaw." Eh, he wasn't a big flirt anyways.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]SCARCLAN — CONSUL — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN BLACK[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Singing? It wasn't often you heard singing, or at least not in ScarClan. So of course Bruce would be following the noise, curious. He would finally come to where Lionpaw is, and see Ashleigh, calling for a meet-and-greet. Perfect! Bruce had been planning to introduce himself away, but knowing this was an actual greeting thing was good. "Bruce Walker." The panther chirped, dipping his head a bit at Ashleigh.

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    Oh, sweet, that was quick. When the two creatures came up to greet her she flashed them a smile, olive eyes blinking slowly. She seemed somewhat weary, though she was always a bit tired, it seemed. Didn't matter how much sleep she got. "'Sup? Name's Ashleigh Harbringer." she introduced herself with a flick of her ringed tail.


    Then she trained her gaze on Bruce, staring blankly at him for a moment before a look of realization passed across her round face. "Oh, shit, you're the leader, aren't you?" Word of mouth had granted her the knowledge despite only having recently joined Scarclan to be with her father. Or, one of them, anyway. She had no idea where the other one was. What was his name again? It started with a "K", she was sure.


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    When the underwater panther confirmed her suspicions, Ashleigh's eyes widened. She could feel her cheeks heating up beneath her fur as she gazed dumbly up at him. "Sorry, haven't been part of a clan for a long-ass time. Should I be acting more formal or…?" The girl flicked her tail and smiled, admittedly a bit nervous. This was the head honcho she was talking to! He was so chill though.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width: 420px; height: inherit; padding:0px; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; line-height:11px; text-align:justify;] Behind the cracking and shattering of bones that erupted between his jaws, voices reached his inner ears, causing the beast to pause in his chewing. He listened for alittle, unable to detect any full words. "Hmph."


    Swallowing the last half of the stag, Husher turned and lumbered towards the growing group, the thudding of his heavy steps drowned out by the deep, non-agressive growling he emitted. "Meet and greet." Where the only few words he'd been able to catch, so the tyrannosaurus knew what was vaguely going on. "Husher." The reptile grunted apon arriving on the scene.