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    He had done pretty much nothing since he had been brought to camp. A few NPCs had been kind enough to help the boy out in finding a cabin for him to stay in, but other than that, he hadn't done anything real productive. How could he? He didn't know how to hunt or anything, so he really couldn't make himself useful, even if he tried.


    So instead, Mike laid on the top step of the stairs leading up to his cabin, legs dangling over the side. There was a bored expression on his face, one that could almost be described as 'irritated' rather than bored. In reality, he was just too tired. All of this 'I'm a cat now' stuff was hard to take in, even now, a few hours after he had arrived here.


    Sitting up, he remembered one of the NPCs that had helped him out had talked about something called a 'meet and greet'. To be honest, Mike didn't really care whether he learned these animals' names or not right now, but at least it gave him something to do rather than lying around. "Um, meet and greet over here I guess." The black and white feline called out.


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    Ah, Cherviltea definitely recognised Mike, without a doubt. The collie could recognise the other as having been the one whom had been rather panicked, by the border, the other day. Cherviltea couldn't say as to why - not at the moment, anyway - but he was definitely glad to see that they seemed to be doing.. a little bit better, as of now. "Hey, Mike!" The leader would opt to greet, offering the feline a light smile, as he drew to a halt nearby. "How have you been settling in?"


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    Milktea also recognized Mike — he hadn't been doing very well the other day, and she hadn't known how to help. She still didn't. She had felt more relaxed when Cherviltea had shown up there. "Hi," the lynx said, standing next to the leader. She was still a little worried, but there was nothing she could do about that.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px;][size=7pt]At least two people he knew had shown up. "Hi." Mike greeted them both, expression unchanging. "I've been settling in alright. Some NPCs helped me move in so..." The apprentice trailed off. Could he even count it as 'moving in'? He hadn't even brought anything with him, so there had been nothing to move into the cabin, only himself.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:10.8px;text-align:justify;width;360px;line-height:130%;]It seemed they held something in common though held in a different format, given a light of its own to make each experience a unique one, though it is hard to escape all the same, the twisted circumstances all coming to an end written before the beginning. Confusion and the deep set sense of loss, of something torn from oneself with no warning, only the ragged hole left behind to speak of what happened, it is a terrible thing to be uprooted and throw into the storm with no chance to adjust, simply thrust forward with instructions no one cared to explain.


    Given to confusion and a certain sense of anguish himself Bliss had taken to wandering upon his own, moving between the cabins, those small, dark spaces left empty where his rolling gait might be slowed, given to an uneven tread, the slight hop to balance out his uneven weight familiar though it left muscles to tighten, burning beneath the pressure of performing the act. Left within his own cabin he had opted to leave behind the somewhat strange ‘peg leg’ prosthetic he had obtained, uncomfortable with the snug fit of it over his limb, nor the bite of the leather straps. Expecting none to be present when finally he rounded a corner there was a moment of surprise, the widening of his eyes and the huff of breath which rushed from his nose, all leading to the curve of a smile. Strained and somewhat put upon the expression was not suited to him, gleaming teeth shown between the stretched lips in what seemed more a grimace than anything, and quickly it fell.


    “Hello,” the feline spoke softly, not intending to startle any present though from his place within the shadows he might do just that, little more than a white shape given no proper definition amongst the darkness, his steps proving slow, dragging him forth into the light. There was an edge to the gaze which flickered between the three though it was upon Mike it landed finally, an unknown to Blissfulignorance, though both Milktea and Cherviltea might fall into the same category both had become common sights, if the names to both were lost upon him. An ear flicked as he caught the last few words Mike spoke, understanding settling in. So he was new to the clan, not uncommon to see though it was worrying, he seemed young, too much so to be left alone to wander even if he had found safe ground.


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    Well, Jan didn't recognize him, but he'd been making an effort to leave his cabin once and awhile and talk to others. Approaching the feline, he offered a simple greeting. "Hello, I'm Janshai." He was unaware of the panicked state Mike had been at his joining, but he recalled his feeling of nervousness at his own. It was always frightening trying something new, especially a home, at least, that's how the lion felt.
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    As two unfamiliar animals showed up, he had to keep himself from instinctively wanting to run from Janshai. There were lions here too? This place seemed to have every kind of species, even the ones that weren't even native to this area. How did they even get here? Deciding not to question it, the boy pushed the thoughts away for now. "Hi, I'm Mike." He introduced himself.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 5px; color: white;]While Coralie had seen many of these faces around the camp, few times had she actually spoken to them. Placing a warm, friendly smile on her face, the young medic padded up to the rest of the group and took a seat. "Hello my lovelies," she said sweetly, peeking around at Mike and the others. "My name's Cora and I'm your medic if you didn't already know! I'm the daughter of a former medic, too!" chirped the serval, waving her paw in greeting.


    [spoiler=detailed tags]NAME ♔ Coralie Mae
    AGE ♔ Eighteen Moons [ages real time]
    GENDER ♔ Cisgender Female
    ORIENTATION ♔ Heterosexual Heteroromantic


    CURRENT CLAN(s) ♔ WindClan; RiverClan
    FORMER CLAN(s) ♔ SylvanClan
    CURRENT RANK(s) ♔
    --- WindClan: Medic [HP]
    --- RiverClan: fail!Warrior
    FORMER RANK(s) ♔
    --- WindClan: Kit, Apprentice, Honorguard [SHP], Guardian [HP], Advisor [HP]
    --- SylvanClan: Apprentice, Medic Apprentice [HP], Medic [HP]


    BODIES ♔ Female golden serval with green eyes [main]; Tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes; Pink dinosaur with golden eyes


    PERSONALITY ♔ Maternal. Loving. Affectionate. Religious. Protective. Open-minded. Traditional. Feminine. Domestic. Gentle. Caring. Possessive. Controlling.


    MOTHER ♔ Bonfirestar [former SylvanClan leader]
    FATHER ♔ Sharkattack [former WindClan medic]
    MATE ♔ Touketsu [former SylvanClan vice-leader]


    FUN FACTS ♔
    • Coralie wears a white pearl necklace
    • Coralie carries a basket full of herbs with her at all times for easy access
    • Coralie is somewhat misogynistic, but not in a hateful way


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    ★ ★ ★ day would approach next, tripping over her dragging scarf multiple times. the youthful female had forgotten to tuck in the scarfs little 'tails' before she left her cabin that morning, and now she was regretting it. the scarf kept tripping her up again and again, an incredibly annoying thing. so, right when she reached the little group, the advisor would plop down and begin adjusting the purple swath of wool. but of course, since this was a meet and greet she had to introduce herself, so the feline would speak, still messing around with her scarf. "i'm daypaw..." there was a pause as the blue-furred femme took the scarf off to fix one piece. "uh, how do you like windclan..." there was a pause, "...mike?" day finished speaking about the same time the scarf was finished, so she tossed it on and smiled at the host, her ears flicked forwards.

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    [justify]Lusa approached next. The black bear found meet and greets to be boring, even suffocatingly so. There had been a time where she'd been excited about these sort of things, but now she realized that she was childish and overly eager about everything. She barely found the strength to drag herself to the meet and greet.
    She would flash a tired, forced smile at Mike and the others. "Lusa, for those of you who don't know." She kept her introduction short.
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