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hemlock v.m · Nov 12th 2016

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He'd been quite inactive lately, and that was going to lead to him not knowing anybody, of course. So he figured he ought to hold one of these and get to know the new members. He didn't like not knowing anybody. He was just too much of a social person. So the border collie seated himself in the mane camp, his fluffy tail sweeping the floor behind him. Hemlock flashed a crooked grin and gave the call. "Meet and greet!"

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Whirlingstorm B.R.L · Nov 12th 2016

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Duskheart. · Nov 13th 2016

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"Hello again, Hemlock. Are you feeling better?" Last time he had seen the other he was certainly quite down and while Duskheart was no medic he knew a sore sight when he saw it. Another mental note was made to bother Ben about another round of checkups and he smiled pleasantly at it. The other was very skilled in medicine, cared about the well-being of the clan. He was pleased they had someone so capable and wondered if perhaps he could get him to teach him some basic first aid later. Allyson had said she would but she had gone missing and he worried over the serval who had joined around the same time he did, but there was no sense panicking. She was strong. She was probably fine.
"Hi Whirlingpaw, how are you today too?" He hadn't ignored the other, just felt checking on Hemlock was slightly more pressing a matter.

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koda . · Nov 14th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px transparent; border-right: 1px transparent;][justify] a meet and greet? what was that? where you meet people and greet them? that sounded new and interesting. although the tone didn't demand so, Koda instinctively took it as an order to participate in this "meet and greet". the voice seemed unfamiliar too, was it another soldier she had yet to meet?

as the feline came closer to the voice, she came to a realisation there were others that had gathered around too. but to her relief, it was very few people. slipping out from the bushes, the feline sat down like an obedient that had been strictly commanded by their owner. she dared not speak as others were speaking. her captain had kicked her harshly for speaking without being asked or acknowledged.
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MR. GOBBLE! · Nov 15th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]The talking of cats wasn't something Mr. Gobble was interested in as he poked his head around into the scene with a waddling gait. His own head jerking back and forth as he stared at the gathering group. "GOOO-GOOBL-GOBBLE!" If someone was crazy enough to think it, maybe it'd look like the turkey was mocking them. The missing turkey of DarkClan had decided to make its appearance then, would any of them be able to catch him?

Oriolepaw. · Nov 15th 2016

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]It had originally started as a perfectly normal meet and greet with an unrecognizable member of the clan. There were already many gathered around Hemlock, whom he had seen previous to this particular occasion. He hadn't ever properly introduced himself, though. Scotty assumed it wouldn't be an awful time to begin now, especially since this male seemed generally known by a handful of DarkClanners. The Pinscher trotted up to stand alongside Duskheart, observing Hemlock through widened honey visionaries. His usual grin was plastered to his lips, immediately brightening his outward demeanor. It was when he had been peering at the other male that he noticed the turkey scrambling away in the background. "Oh, shit, hold on," with his words said, the canine instantly lunged away, intent on pulling a feather from the bird, or perhaps even snag it. Fortunately the bird had been moving relatively slow, so in only a few moments after his departure from the scene, he managed to pluck a feather from the turkey. His action would most likely frighten him away, or so he assumed. With a smug smirk, Scotty trotted back to the area where Hemlock and the small group had gathered, feather between his teeth. "Name's Scott!" He introduced pleasantly, voice somewhat muffled with the feather caught in his maw.

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Destrian. · Nov 15th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]That dang turkey. Was it everywhere? Bones padded up to the meet and greet with a frown, noticing the feather in Scott's mouth. He must have been close, but not fast enough. Bones knew for sure he wasn't fast enough, but it was still funny to watch. "Heya, kid. I'm Bones," He said simply, taking a seat nearby.