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    Well, he'd done it; he'd joined Windclan. The guilt he felt was overwhelming- he knew he didn't deserve any happiness after what he'd done- but he wasn't strong enough to condemn himself any longer. Those last few months living as a rogue had been hell, but it had been nothing short of what he deserved. And he should still be out there, trying to scrape by in the isolated hell he'd forced himself into, but... he couldn't stand the exile any more.


    The windclan camp was very different from the caves in the forest he'd grown up in. It was clearly an abandoned human village, small stone cottages all arranged around one larger building- a medics cabin. There were a lot more animals here than he was used to, and the sheer hustle and bustle of the place seemed so different after all the silence and solitude. Hell, even when he'd been with his family their little group hadn't been this big. It was a little unnerving, but then again it wasn't exactly like Cry had anything to worry about. Or, perhaps more accurately, he had nothing to lose.


    So, making his way over to the shade of an unused cottage, Cry would take a seat, blue eyes scanning the crowd around him. He wasn't the most impressive looking animal, being an average jaguar, but his face, which was a pure white, looked very much like he was wearing a mask of some sort. Other then that he was pretty average, save for the large scar across his throat, which was only a few months old.


    [color=grey]"Meet and greet!"

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    He was beginning to get rather accustomed to the constant call of meet and greets, and the cloud of nerves that surrounded his form when he'd first attended them had all but dissipated now. The young wolf pup approached the jaguar with a hesitant and shy smile on his face, holding back for only a moment before speaking. "Hiya! I'm Lockjaw, what's your name?"


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Perhaps Cry was no herculean dragon, nor an enchanting kitsune, but the jaguar happened to have a rather peculiar and distinctive pelt-pattern, in which his frame was obscured in an onyx shade, whereas the white-hue of his face seemed almost blinding. Cherviltea was a border collie, and therefore, his pelt was naturally mingled white and black, portrayed in standard pattern. Therefore, in his opinion, Cry's pelt-colouration was certainly something else.


    "Oh, hey Cry!" The collie would resound with a brightened greeting, drawing to a halt by Lockjaw, as canary-hued orbs shifted towards the male. "How've you been settling in?" They hadn't joined too long ago, so maybe they hadn't really had quite the chance to settle in accurately, just yet, but Chervil happened to hope that everything had gone moderately well for the other, thus-far.


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    CRYAOTIC
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    The wolf pup that approached him wasn't a face he recognized from the border, yet like everyone else he seemed to hold a friendly and curious disposition toward him. It was then that he was offered a smile and given the others name - Lockjaw- before his own was being asked for. [color=grey]"It's nice to meet ya, Lockjaw. My name's Cryaotic, but you can call me Cry if you want- most do." he'd reply, offering a small but good natured half smile in the kids direction. Kids, they put him on edge a bit- not because he didn't like them, but because they reminded him of the siblings he'd lost. One would be hard pressed to notice this though given the males calm persona, but deep inside of Cryaotic there was something dark and cautious and nervous.


    He was about to speak again when a familiar face made it's way over to stand beside Lockjaw, and Cry was able to put the name ChervilTea to them, the Collie from the border. Heh, border, collie- get it? [color=grey]"It's been okay so far. The people here are really nice and your camps pretty cool. Im gonna check out these buildings afterwards, see if I can find some place to crash for the night. " the jaguar would reply, figuring that even with all the animals there had to be at least a few that weren't taken.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 17px; text-align: justify;][font=segoe ui] the honorguard hadn't been active around the clan for a couple of days, so it was vital she took part in more joinings and meet and greets. "hiya, cryaotic! i'm goldenpup. i like your face." oh god, that came out incredibly weird. she wanted to eat dirt at that moment. "heh, i mean... it kinda looks like a mask, which is cool, i guess."



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    Chi hadn't been here for a very long time - only a day, in fact - but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to go out and meet his clanmates, and be sure to welcome anyone he could. After a bit of sleep and some freshly caught food, the young feline felt happy as ever to go explore his new home. His light paw steps had led him here, to where a meet and greet had taken form, and he found himself surprised by the sight before him. The jaguar looked mostly normal to what he'd seen, but the pure white face took him off guard, and he meowed as he padded over, sitting and curling his tail around his paws, "Hello there, mister Cryaotic. I'm Childishpaw, but you can just call me Chi. Your pelt is really cool."
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    "Hey, Cry!" the small canine greeted lightly as he trotted over to stand besides Chervil, casting the jaguar a beaming grin playing on his lips. He had been there when the male had first arrived and it was nice to see them around still. Often, newcomers tended to stay for a day or two before disappearing off of the face of the earth. That made it extremely difficult for him to actually try and make friends seeing other animals were constantly coming and going without much notice. It seemed that for every one joiner, there were five leavers. But that was a stupid statistic and was far from the actual reality of it all. But that was how he felt. It was stupid. "Nice to hear that you're getting used to it here" he added with a nod of his head, curled tail wagging lightly as he eventually sat himself down.


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    [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.

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    Was his pelt really that admirable to them? All the jaguars in his family line were born were a similar mark, sometimes in a different color or shape, but always on the face covering the eyes in some way. He had never really considered it before. Oh well, it was a compliment, right? Besides, Goldenpups remark had earned an amused chuckle for it's bluntness, so it wasn't like he was offended either way. [color=grey]"Thanks. It's nice to meet you guys."


    "Hey, Cry!" came a voice to his left, and he turned to find another familiar face approaching. This one was Tarotpaw, right? He remembered the akita from the border when he first joined. At his next comment the jaguar would nod, indicating he too was glad things seemed to be working out- even if the truth was a bit different from that. [color=grey]"This is a pretty nice place you guys have here. I haven't been in open spaces like this my entire life, so it's definitely a sight to see."


    His home has been made in the jungle mountains, and after that the rogues forests. The only thing he could somewhat compare it to was the barren desert, if it was the exact opposite in growth of course. Things here were green and spacious and the sky had never really seemed so big to him. It was definitely a new experience.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WE MET IN A FIELD OF YELLOW DAISIES[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]The malnourished ragdoll would be the next to appear, her head tilted slightly in interest as she padded over. Of course; as usual, she stopped a little away from the crowd- she didn't like large crowds, or socialising particularly, though it had to be done. Dai took a breath in and swallowed, her lavender gaze flickering upward to lock onto the male's face. His mask-like markings were certainly something different- it made her wish had pelt was more interesting. Her pelt clung to her for it's life, showing every bone- she was starting to put weight on, which was a good sign, but was still recovering from her anorexia. "N-Nice to meet y-you, Cr-Cry. I'm... I'm, I'm Daisypaw, b-but you can, um, call me D-Dai." a quiet British voice murmured, and she swallowed, biting her lip nervously.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]"In other words, you're pretty good-looking." Was my summary slightly smart in the way I gave it? Of course, but I was also being genuine. Some people were pretty to me, others were not. (Most of the time I didn't bother with appearances, though I was trying to grow better with compliments. It wasn't working). Distractedly, I'd take a seat, and fall silent.


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    He spotted Daisypaw on her approach, but hadn't caught the few moment she'd spent staring from afar. Instead his gaze was drawn by the daisy springing up around her feet in lively bunches, and Chem couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight, not used to it, but finding it fitting for a place like this.The power-user, a ragdoll she-cat, seemed in poor shape, but he was hardly one to judge. He may have looked fit physically, but mentally he was worn and scarred.


    [color=grey]"Cry and Dai. We're a morbid pair, huh?" he's say jokingly with a grin, before another voice was drawing commanding his attention. At Trenches words his grin would widen, and he'd straighten up a bit in a playful manner of puffing out his broad chest masculinely. [color=grey]"Flaunt what you got, right?"


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Cry, huh? Axel was new himself, but a meet and greet was a meet and greet, and he knew that, in order to ever actually get to know anyone around here, he was going to have to attend some. His own had been a f*cking disaster.


    "Cry, huh?" Limping, the maned wolf managed to make his way among the crowd,recognizing significantly less faces than he actually knew, but wasn't that the beauty of being new to a clan? A handsome smile laced his thin lips, accentuating his slender, charcoal features. "Cool. I'm Axel. Nice to meet ya, man,"


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