HEAR THAT STATIC ON THE RADIO? [open, meet and greet]

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    Whitekit would hardly contain her excitement. Finally she would get to meet her clanmates! Barely able to keep from squealing, she forced herself to sit down, her two tails twitching in excitement. Her heterochromatic gaze glanced around, and she was shaking just a bit, though weighed this was due to nerves or excitement was unknown. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, before calling out to anyone nearby. "meet and greet" she would wait until a few NPC's had strolled over before continuing to speak. "I'm whitecub, my favorite color is pink or violet... and um.... I'm named after my momma..." Why was this so awkward?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★ [size=3pt]--[/size] Pastelcub was enjoying life outside, with the air so nice and territory so pretty. What was not to love? That was besides the point, though.
    The Siberian tiger was eating a small vole that was brought back from a hunting patrol and enjoying every bite when she heard her sister call for a meet and greet. What a good idea! Pasty thought, wondering if she should do one for herself.


    Leaving her delicious vole behind, Pastelcub trotted over to her sister, smiling. "Hi, sis!" She chirped, a dopey smile on her face. "Did I ever tell you how cool your tails are?" She asked, hoping that she had at least once. But with all honesty, Pastel had the worst memory. So she couldn't really remember if she did or not.[size=1pt]spacehere[/size][hr]

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Named after her mother, hm? Ah, so this was Whitegold's child, then. Made sense, in someways - it was the only name he could attach their own name to, after all, besides individuals in other clans. They didn't tend to have many with the 'White' prefix traversing Colouredclan territory. "I'm Nighttales Xerses, Commander here. It's nice to meet you, Whitekit." The serval would offer an introduction, with a brisk nod and a blithe grin.


    His heterochromatic orbs shifted towards the siblings, as they interacted. Nighttales' own interactions with his brother, as a child, had been somewhat less.. kindly, perhaps. He had teased his sibling more often than not. Chervil had been somewhat of wimpish child, but he had been tender and understanding, nevertheless. He had complimented Nightkit, whenever he had practiced the piano.


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    [sub]☾ Greymatter had been watching Whitecub nearby, keeping an eye on her niece. She hadn't been intently stalking the cub but she happened to be in the area and decided to keep an eye on her sister's cub.


    She was aptly named, as she looked similar to Whitegold at her age. It was almost like she had come to life out of Grey's fractured memories. If it wasn't for the silver stripes and twin tails, she'd be a spitting image. As she read from her book, she watched the child from the corner of her eye. She looked excited, looking around before announcing a meet and greet.


    Grey briefly wondered if she had held one as a kit. She couldn't honestly remember even if she had. But her eldest Cottoncandykit had held on. Mudkit hadn't, but he was already well-known in the clan as the resident troublemaker. Too busy getting into the thick of things, that one. She'd swear, he was going to give her a heart attack one of these days.


    "Hello Whitecub and Pastelcub," She greeted her nieces both, "I was at your birth, but I doubt you remembered that. I'm your aunt Greymatter. I'm the Doctor for the clan."





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    "[b]Howdy, kiddos!" Eve spoke brightly as she arrived, looking down toward the little children. She sure as hell could pretend to be excited, however. "Who are your parents?" Eve inquired, tilting her head slightly to one side. Perhaps if they didn't know, someone else like Nighttales or one of the adults would.


    "You can call me Eve, by the way. Pleasure to meet you both." Yeah, not quite. But whatever.
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    Watching the siblings interact was more enough to make him want to be sick. The acrid sting of stomach acids breached the back of his throat although he forced it all back down, emotions and physical vomit alike, into the depths of his being. He had to be nice and friendly, it was not their fault that his life had not gone as smoothly as he would have liked it to be. The feline bit down on his tongue as he adjusted his scarf so it covered more of his mouth. He did not want to frown and let them see him doing so. They did not know that their joy was negatively affecting him and he did not want to get in the way of their relationship. But he felt like he was looking into a mirror reflecting back past times and it was more than just painful. No, painful did not begin to cover the ache of yearning that he felt tearing at his heart. It was more than just pain, it was a longing, destructive emotion.


    Despite the urge to turn and find a quiet place to think by himself, the dark red tabby felt his paws moving him towards the situation and he could do nothing else but interact. He came to a halt besides Nighttales, flicking his tail in a silent greeting to the commander before his friendly ruby eyes were fixed on the duo. Pastelcub was a familiar face to him although Whitecub was not so. That did not matter, he would introduce himself either way with a warm grin and a friendly attitude. He felt his teeth move from where they were embedded into his tongue as a bright grin parted his lips. "Hey, I'm Cherrypaw Xerses, call me Cherry! It's nice to meet you" the tabby chimed in with a swish of his tail as he moved to fix his scarf once more, turning away to cough lightly into the crimson fabric before his ruby orbs were refocused once more onto the intriguing young child.

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    There wasn't much of a sibling story for Gideon. Both his parents were deceased and he couldnt recall ever having a sibling, so he supposed he couldnt share the same memories as the others. But anyway, as mentioned many times previous Gideon always had a certain negative notation on newcomers, though he did have a soft spot for the children of his friends. "Hello." he would greet after his comrades and to them, actually. But mainly towards the babies. "I'm Gideon."
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    "They're mine." There was, although hardly at all, a possessive emphasis on mine. Their father, still unknown to the tigress, had fathered them out of a dirty and sinful method. The tigress however, despite the hidden tone, wore a neutral smile for all of those around her. It was likely the most common expression about her, for even when her mood was negative, this smile was something that remained. It was easy for her to put on the image of a level-minded warrior. Leading SolsticeClan certainly helped her with that, especially with more stressful matters. But she was at ease now, and therefore her wings were hanging loose at her side.


    The tigress sat behind her two kids, waiting for Kidi to make his appearance. He should be around her somewhere.


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    He shook his head, finding himself spacing out. Nope, not gonna go back there. He didn't want to start f#cking himself up here. "Alfred. The guy who gets more scrapes and bruises than anyone here." What? He was just being honest. He was always getting hurt. He had come to learn with time that he was always hurt, somewhere. It was almost strange when he didn't find any stray bruises or scratches, at the least.


    He didn't sit down, but rather shook out his wings a bit, knocking out a few stray leaves and even a small twig. How the hell...?


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    "Nikolas Klaus. Nik. Whatever." he stated, sitting down after taking in the rest of the stated names. K so there was... White kid (or kit? He couldn't quite pick up on it), the sister...Eve, Cherry, Gideon, Nighttales (cool guy, probably, since his name was p sweet), Mom, and Alfred. A long list, maybe, but he could manage. Maybe.


    He needed flash cards, who was he kidding.



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    "I'm here I'm here..." Trailing behind a few others was the white and red cub, padding over slowly to their siblings. On his way over Kidan no - kit took a good look at everyone who had gathered. Though they were in the same clan, and they couldn't find for themself, Kidan wanted to know who might be a threat. The Siberian Tiger's voice was slow and timid as he reached his destination with Whitekit and Pastelcub. If you wanted honest opinions, Kidan perferred Pasty over Whitekit, she just related to them more. "Hey guys.." Not bothering to ask for names again by all the unfamiliar faces, his cerulean eyes glanced over at Whitegold and Greymatter, the two here Kidan did know. Some of the ones gathered seemed more odd than others, so they turned their attention back to Pastelcub and Whitekit.
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