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    Male - White Faced Jaguar - 1.5 Years - Windclan - Difficult[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify][color=black]
    He'd been on his own for a while now. Months, at least. It wasn't the lifestyle he would have wanted, but it was the one he'd chosen in the end. How could he not after what had happened? It was his punishment, and he'd endured it for a long time, remaining alone in the rogue lands and surviving in solitude. But it had taken an obvious toll on him, and while the food was good enough to keep him in shape one could see the look of exhaustion that came in his dragging steps and sluggish movements. And while he knew he deserved to die and that perhaps a part of him wanted it that way, an even greater part of him wanted to live. The coward in him that wanted to thwart death at any cost, even though it was the only thing that would reunite him with his lost family. And yet he couldn't except his own demise or the insanity that was slowly driving him to the brink. He needed people and purpose, even if he didn't deserve it.


    So, it was with great guilt weighing on his broad shoulders that Cry came to a halt on the Windclan borders. Before the jaguar was an expanse of grassland in a dipping, secluded valley, and he could already smell the multitude of animals that lived here wafting up to him from the valley down below. He had spent a great deal of time debating with himself, trying to convince himself that there wasn't even a place to go that he could consider a home. And for a while that had helped him keep himself in line, because if there was nowhere for him to go then he didn't have a choice, but... then he'd heard of Windclan. Of a group that wasn't filled with murderous tyrants and *ssholes looking to ruin the lives of anyone and anything they could. And the temptation had come back full force, until finally...


    Well, here he was.


    He knew better then to cross the boundary line, so instead he took a seat to wait it out. He could smell the scent trails along the path he was on and could tell this was an area that was well patrolled, so it would only be a matter of being patient. Could he do that, though? Every second the white-faced jaguar stood there was another moment he was debating on leaving, because he didn't deserve the happiness or contentment of clan life. Not in the slightest...

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]This one seemed to have enough sense to not actually cross the border, something I could only slightly respect. Approaching cheerfully (or oddly, or even eccentrically, as it was in my case), I'd take a seat across from the other, mismatched gaze somewhat resting on the joiner, but not quite. "Name and business?"


    info — updated 10/15

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    Tarot was silently grateful for the stranger's thoughts. He had been forced to deal with various idiotic strangers who had decided that it was their home for them to just carelessly waltz across the distinct boundaries that he and his clanmates worked hard to lay out. It was annoying and to see someone who actually respected the territory was enough to bring a light grin to his lips as he trotted over to stand beside the male who had already inquired about the stranger's intent on Windclan's borders. With nothing else to do, the small akita merely nodded in greeting before sitting himself down beside Trey, tilting his head as he awaited a response from the unfamiliar being.


    [spoiler=info, updated 9th October 2016]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ▪ Tarotpaw Hanamura
    ▪ Varco-Alastair-Jones-Severinus (surnames through adoption)
    ▪ Biologically carries: Gruchy Praelium Praevado Integre Resurgam Sartaq Capone Flameseeker Reaver Darling Grimm Harbringer Darling Stormborn
    ▪ Male
    ▪ Demi-homoromantic | Pansexual
    ▪ 8 months | Ages every 250 posts
    ▪ Honorguard (hp) | Windclan
    ▪ Based off the characters of 'Persona' (especially Yosuke Hanamura from Persona 4)


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ Single | Not crushing on anyone | No potential crushes?...
    ▪ ½ Vora :^)
    ▪ Slowmotion xx Capricorn (doesn't know this)
    ▪ Is the adoptive brother of Quentin (Pinballwizard xx Befriendingdemons/Lucien)


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ SPECIES [birth/main]: Akita (without the collar) | health: 100%
    — Plush, tan coloured akita. Bright, friendly dark brown eyes. Carries around a little black notebook where he writes his ideas, feelings and plans.
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none


    PERSONALITY:
    — Clumsy
    — Vibrant
    — Speaks before thinking at times
    — Can be a bit of a flirt
    — Angry, protective smol™


    POWERS:
    currently undiscovered


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ medium physically/mentally
    ▪ Attack in bolded and italicized #f76b00.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

    [align=center]CRYAOTIC
    Male - White Faced Jaguar - 1.5 Years - Windclan - Difficult[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]
    He rose to his feet when he spotted the first Windclanner approaching. They were domestic canine of some sort, with bluish fur and a bounce in their stride. The akita that followed close behind looked equally as friendly, and Cry found a small smile tugging at his lips. A part of him found it too good to be true; logic told him that not every single person he met could be cruel or in it for themselves, but after wading through so many bad guys it seemed impossible that a place like this -with people like this- could exist. As they came to a stop before him though and the one in the lead - the blue tinged male- asked about his name and business, he found himself just as hopeful as he was guilty.


    [color=grey]"Uh, hey." he'd offer in way of greeting, tossing a nod their way before going on to answer the question he'd been asked. [color=grey]"My name's Cryaotic, and I've come to join. This is Windclan, right?" he'd ask, hoping he hadn't come all this way just to ask the wrong clan for admission. That would be.. very embarrassing, but then again, maybe it would serve him right. He shouldn't have been there in the first place, shirking his punishment like some coward who couldn't even pay the price for the crimes they'd committed.


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    When he first joined WindClan he remembered the apprehension that settled in his stomach like he'd swallowed a cold stone. It's ice had spread, filled his veins and he longed for some sort of warmth to draw him back to life. He'd been so afraid inwardly, though outside he was the ever calm and placid tom he always was. Joining a ProClan after having been an anticlanner all your life was difficult, even for Iconoclast who had never much indulged in many aspects of his birth clan. Yes, he had killed before-but only a few times had it been simply to do so. When he was young, naive, still dreamed of serving BloodClan like a proud soldier. Now the thought of it all made him uneasy, made his skin crawl.
    Iconoclast wandered over with a friendly expression, lopsided smile and blue eye narrowed curiously to the new comer whose face was such a startling contrast to his otherwise black pelt. It looked almost like he wore a mask.
    Ah, but then again who doesn't wear a mask?
    Chuckling at his own joke he sauntered over closer, tail flicking behind him, "Hello Cryaotic, mind if I call you Cry? This is indeed WindClan. Welcome and all that jazz~" He lifted a paw, wiggled his toes jokingly, "I'm Iconoclast." He turned gestured with that same paw to the others, "That's Trenchwarfare and this is Tarotpaw. It's good to have you."
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    INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 10/13

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    info | updated 10/22/2016

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea drew to a halt by Trey, aureate orbs shifting briefly towards the individual before them. The alabaster hue veiling their features conveniently, happened to stand out against the rest of their onyx frame - almost as if they happened to wear a mask, though, it was only a rather peculiar, and distinctive colouration, instead. He'd offer a smile, and nod in agreement to Iconoclast's statement. This was, indeed Windclan, after all - there was no real doubt about that, and perhaps it'd relieve the other from whatever doubts that they had momentarily had, skirt their skull. "Welcome to Windclan, Cryaotic!" The leader opted to add, a nod of his head coupling his words. "I'm Cherviltea Xerses. Is there anything I could do for you, to help you get settled in?"


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    The young akita let out a light hum of delight, his tail wagging as he took the brief opportunity to regard the newcomer's form with curious molten chocolate orbs. He was about to open his mouth to eagerly introduce himself when Iconoclast did so for him and he was brought up short, quickly flashing the other male a bright smile of gratitude before he spoke up. "Yup, I'm Tarotpaw! It's nice to meet you Cry, I'm sure that you'll love it here in Windclan" the friendly canine chimed in with a nod.


    [spoiler=info, updated 9th October 2016]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ▪ Tarotpaw Hanamura
    ▪ Varco-Alastair-Jones-Severinus (surnames through adoption)
    ▪ Biologically carries: Gruchy Praelium Praevado Integre Resurgam Sartaq Capone Flameseeker Reaver Darling Grimm Harbringer Darling Stormborn
    ▪ Male
    ▪ Demi-homoromantic | Pansexual
    ▪ 8 months | Ages every 250 posts
    ▪ Honorguard (hp) | Windclan
    ▪ Based off the characters of 'Persona' (especially Yosuke Hanamura from Persona 4)


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ Single | Not crushing on anyone | No potential crushes?...
    ▪ ½ Vora :^)
    ▪ Slowmotion xx Capricorn (doesn't know this)
    ▪ Is the adoptive brother of Quentin (Pinballwizard xx Befriendingdemons/Lucien)


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ SPECIES [birth/main]: Akita (without the collar) | health: 100%
    — Plush, tan coloured akita. Bright, friendly dark brown eyes. Carries around a little black notebook where he writes his ideas, feelings and plans.
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none


    PERSONALITY:
    — Clumsy
    — Vibrant
    — Speaks before thinking at times
    — Can be a bit of a flirt
    — Angry, protective smol™


    POWERS:
    currently undiscovered


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ medium physically/mentally
    ▪ Attack in bolded and italicized #f76b00.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

    [align=center]CRYAOTIC
    Male - White Faced Jaguar - 1.5 Years - Windclan - Difficult[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]


    It was a newcomer that answered him, a white tom with a missing eye and a friendly- if not curious- expression. It had been a long time since he'd been around people that weren't Rogues, who didn't tense up or glare with a watchful eye, and while he wasn't used to the casualness they were showing him, it was appreciated none the less, and he'd offer a crooked grin of his own before replying to Iconoclasts question.


    "Go for it, most already do." he would say in regards to his name. Cry had been a common nickname for him growing up, and while he hadn't heard it said in a while- by anyone, given his solitary status- he couldn't help but like the sound of it. Was that vain? Probably, but he didn't really care. He wasn't a loner, wasn't the type who was built to withstand the solitude he'd been imposing on himself, and in the end he couldn't help but crumble and give in. It was nice to be with people who you wouldn't have to rip to pieces to survive and encounter with. And it was nice to hear his name being spoken in such a calm and casual manner. It was almost as if none of it had ever happened- his past, that is.


    But it had.


    As Iconoclast introduced each individual Cry would offer them a nod of greeting or flick of his tail in acknowledgement, and he knew there was no way he'd remember them all right off the bat. Then again.... There was time to get that stuff down. If he planned on staying. He still wasn't sure. It felt as wrong as it did right to be standing there talking to them all, and he knew that whatever decision he made wouldn't come easy.


    A border collie was next to arrive, and like everyone else he seemed content and at ease with his presence/ "Nice to meet you, Cherviltea." he'd say, deciding that the canines name was- in it's own way- as odd as his own. [color=grey]"And, maybe. I've never really joined a clan before, so.. yeah." he'd say, admitting to his uncertainty. There was no point in trying to cover what he was going to get called out for anyways, right? [color]"I mean, I know you guys have ranks and that you've got to treat your clanmates and allies decent, but as far as traditions or whatever.." he would shrug, indicating his limited knowledge on the matters. The easy stuff was no problem- don't start problems, pull your weight, treat allies with respect- but he knew nothing about their traditions, if they had any, or if certain things were outlawed, and so on.