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    Alex didn't have any other particular reason to leave. He supposed his home had been fine. It wasn't exactly worth five stars but it kept him dry and he guessed he slept well enough there, half-exposed to the air at night, in a den that was hardly room temperature. He wasn't a very interesting guy. He hunted for food, he ate, slept, peed in a bush to ward off the other loners, and that was as exciting as his life got. He'd never really been hungry for anything more. Alex was fine with being boring. Boring was safe. Boring didn't take much energy.


    He got up and walked away anyway. Lazy, lethargic old Alex walked more than a couple feet - he thought he deserved a medal. He had no specific place in mind - something better than a lousy old bush by a tree would do, he thought. Something with more than the occasional housecat passing by to pick a fight.


    "Boy, it sure smells like shit here," said Alex as he stomped right over HawkClan's border. Everyone needed to stop peeing in random places. He didn't want to smell anyone else's urine. Well, fuck - if people were pissing all over the ground here, that meant it was inhabited. "Anyone around?" The feline called, trudging a little farther as he swung his head around, searching for the source of the pee. They really needed to come up with a better way to mark their territories. He didn't think going to the bathroom was very effective. It was rather primitive, actually. Put up a sign or something, maybe some flowers or birds or a wall.


    Alex had been thinking about pee a lot lately and it was getting concerning.

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    "Pardon." Chilly and brisk vocals escaped the angel's maw with hostility. Cloudwatching was not fond of others commenting about his home's moral standards. ""It smells like what?" The angel proceeded towards, meeting the stranger's gaze coldly.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] "Shit," Alex repeated. "Well, actually it smells like pee. I've smelled too much urine this past week. It's infecting my brain." His thoughts kept circling back to it. It wasn't something normal living beings thought about. "I need an adult," he said, shaking his head. "Whoo boy. Hi. I'm Alexander. Call me Alex. where in the holy fuck am I? It smells like other people." And fucking pee. Alex swore to himself, scrunching up his nose. Stop thinking about it, dipshit.


    This was a problem. First clowns, now fucking urine. He didn't get why he was getting so hung up on the stupidest things. Maybe he wasn't eating enough vegetables.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify][font=verdana]"Yeah, asshole, because this is a clan." Littlekit growled in a rather vulgar manner, walking forwards but not daring to come closer to the strange male as she stopped besides Cloudwatching and stared at him with interest in her golden eyes. "Hawkclan." She added, tail twitching. Was he going to join? A part of her hoped that he wouldn't. He smelt of loners and all things she didn't want. Also his way of wording and word choice reminded her of the Exiles and she didn't want that to be a daily reminder of her former home. The dark grey tabby paced a little, anxiety forming a pit in her stomach because of the memories entering her mind.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] "Clan?" Oh no, he'd found the KKK! "Uh," he laughed nervously, "What kind of clan is a HawkClan?" If this was some cult, he didn't want to be a part of it. Cults weren't his thing. Especially the one he was thinking of.


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    ♚ There was a shift of leaves and our walked the white and red feline, her paws gently stirring the dead foliage beneath her paws. She had heard the commotion, and if nobody were to handke things now, it was a possibility that they could end up losing a new member, which was something they didn't need. "The scent your are currently smelling is what distinguishes our Clan from other, also if you're image to deal with it, the exit is behind you, which of courde, is probably much stronger when you cross it."


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