LOST ONE'S WEEPING && OPEN + MEET AND GREET

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]THIS WORLD WE'VE CREATED, IT'S EPHEMERAL[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Sure, it was cliche, but he wanted to get to know some people- everyone seemed nice enough, but overall he wasn't sure how he would get along with them; hopefully well, or he might just have to leave. Really, though, who cared if he left? He hadn't been noticed, yet. He was situated beneath a bare, leafless tree, which provided little shade- but really, what did that matter? His chocolate hues seemed to have a crimson tint as he sat beneath the tree, but perhaps one would think it preposterous for the male's eyes to tint scarlet. His permanent smirk lacing his lips, he blinked, and called out, "Hello, RiverClan... I call a meet and greet, I guess."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: #FEBEFC;]— Patch was all for meeting new people, so when she heard someone call out for a meet and greet, she was there in a flash, suddenly standing in front of the brown feline. "Hi there! I'm Patchworkpup, nice to meet you! What's your name?" She widened her pink and yellow eyes and tilted her head to show her interest and enthusiasm. She had lots of that to give!


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    [justify][size=8]Vanillapaw trotted over next to Patchworkpup with a weary smile on her maw. Meet and greets typically bored her, she didn't typically partake in meeting and greeting everyone in the clan again. And again. She found it all quite pointless. Why not just go and say hi to every Riverclanner you see instead? No, that would be awkward.


    "Vanillapaw Curatio," She hummed, rocking back and forth on her paws as she spoke. She didn't make any more attempts to greet the stranger, she didn't really feel like it. Her mood really just depended on the day, and today was not a day she wanted to be peppy.



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    Meet and greets were always a good thing, and despite the fact that she wanted to curl up with a book and perhaps something to drink right now, she decided against giving into her antisocial tendencies and going to meet some more of her clanmates, besides just her mother and her sister. "Uh, hey there. I'm Arabella Resurgam, but just call me Bella. Have you lived here your whole life, or did you live somewhere else before?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"I met you at your joining, this I'm sure of but I'm not sure I shared my name. Sylmae." She said and bowed her head politely as she stopped at Emilia's side and settled down, her tail curling over her paws. Her pregnant sides poked out just enough to make her look a little fat, which wasn't something she appreciated but she ignored it. She cared more for her children than her good looks.


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    Prancer trotted over next, hearing the call for a meet and greet. He really believed he was starting to get the hang of things and the slang around RiverClan, and it was great! He really felt like a Clan member now. The reindeer came to a halt beside Patch, offering a small smile to the one hosting the meet and greet. He had quite a few people coming up and saying hello. "Hello. I am Prancer, nice to meet you."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]THIS WORLD WE'VE CREATED, IT'S EPHEMERAL[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Much akin to his joining, Dan was surprised at the amount of people that had turned up. The first to appear was a kid, who seemed awfully exciteable- of course, that was never a bad thing, but the chocolate-coloured feline tended to stay indoors for a reason; he was rather susceptible to loud noises, but he promised himself he'd stay as friendly as possible. "I'm Daniel James Howell," the earthy-hued Brit introduced himself as, smiling at the kid. "But you can call me Dan. It's nice to meet you, Patch." He hoped she didn't mind being called 'Patch'- it was much easier to say, after all.


    The next individual to arrive was considerably more reserved that the femme that had bounded up before them, which was both relieving but slightly concerning, as Vanillapaw didn't particularly look like she wanted to be here. Ah, well- did it matter, in the end? It meant that he wouldn't have to socialise very much, which, to him, was a good thing. "Dan," he replied, in the same manner that she had greeted him- maybe since he was slightly cynical, but additionally because there was little else to say.


    Subsequently moving on from Vanillapaw, approached a familiar face- Emilia. Well, Dan and the female that stood before him hadn't properly, formerly met, as the amnesiac had been rather confused and disorientated at his own joining. "It's nice to see you again, Emilia," the feline chimed, tilting his head into his shoulder, and smiling softly at the other. "How are you?"


    Yet another familiar face, gladly- though, the other was right about her assumption, as Dan didn't recall her ever stating her name. He blinked his molten-chocolate gaze a few times, getting his memories of her back to surface, and dipped his head in greeting, the bobbles of his llama hat bouncing every time he moved his cranium. "Yes, it's good to see you again. How've you been holding up?" asked the cat, a smirk curving his maw.


    Though, as soon as the familiar faces seemed to become abundant, a stranger arrived, and Dan pivoted toward them, tilting his head. He was tempted, at this point, to reach and grab his phone, but (with a bit of self-control) managed to refrain from doing so. "Cade? Well, I suppose it's easier to say the Cascadingstarlight," he mused, his brown eyes locking upon the leopard's form. "My name is Dan."


    Finally... a reindeer? Well, he supposed is was certainly topical to have such a creature inhabiting the Clan and named Prancer, no less. Huh. Coincidentally seasonal, unless in fact it wasn't coincidental. The feline brushed his side-fringe out of his eyes, yet again (it was apparently becoming a habit) and parted his maw to greet the deer, "Like I said, I'm Han Dowell. Oh, for fuck's sake, I mean Dan Howell. I'm not... great with people." he murmured, feeling embarassed. "Excuse my language."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Wifi-guy. Vasilisa remembered him because she had been personally present when he had first joined RiverClan. Somehow the brown tabby managed to sound even more English than the rest of her clanmates, an astounding feat to the young Russian. Nevertheless Vasilisa had decided to approach after Prancer, taking a seat near Sylmae as she looked over at the newest member of RiverClan. "Hello again, Dan." The young Briton seemed to make a lot of mistakes when introducing himself, a fact that she found to be rather amusing. Shouldn't you know your name best above all else? "Vasilisa - in case you forgot," the pale kitsune reintroduced herself quietly, her Russian accent stubbornly clinging onto her words.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]How was she holding up? Well, she was pregnant and her ex was back. Two strikes against her, and her sister had returned to the clan, a good thing but still another emotional pull on the heart strings. Sylmae swallowed a little bit as she stared at the male, pushing back all the memories that started to come pushing up and she huffed a little bit. "I'm uhm.. Holding up well?" She asked and tilted her head a little bit. That was quite the odd question but she figured that was okay, she'd still answer it. At least he didn't ask her about wifi because she still had no clue what the hell that was. "Thanks for asking. How are you?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]THIS WORLD WE'VE CREATED, IT'S EPHEMERAL[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Recognising the Russian vocals of Vasilisa, Dan pivoted round to lock his dark hues upon the female. He noticed, at this point, that RiverClan seemed to be abundant in females, which... was a significant problem. The male blissfully underrated how attractive he was, in looks, anyway- he wasn't the most dashing of gentleman but he had youthful features and cute brown eyes- but he wasn't good with the opposite sex, he tended to... prioritise things other than socialising and 'mingling'. "Vasilisa... yes, I definitely remember you. You speak Russian, don't you?" he queried, his ear twitching as he heard Mae start to speak again. "Nice to hear that you're doing good," the Brit replied, noticing that she had a hint of melancholy around her so perhaps she was lying, but then again he'd only just met her, so he decided not to pry. "I'm good, thanks. Still an amnesiac who has no idea about anything except his name, but other than that I'm fine." Dan said, sarcasm being hinted slightly in his tone.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=timesnewroman]"I do," the slightly-built Slavic confirmed, nodding simply. "Still learning English," she added with a soft shrug. It was an extremely frustrating process and frankly Vasilisa had preferred her earlier, far more quiet and less hectic life with мама, but that was truly no longer an option for her. She'd have to take what she could get. "Hmm," she hummed simply at his last words. There was a stereotype that the English and Americans exceptionally enjoyed sarcasm and Dan confirmed it for her.
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    Octoberkit had also been around for this male's joining. Still, he didn't want to be rude and now allow himself to come over and greet Dan once more. "Hello, Dan," the young kitten chirped happily. The tortie settled onto his rump, giving a slight shiver. He swore it wasn't this cold just yesterday, but the snow was coming down more and more lately and it was hard to say how warm it'd be. "Did you find your WiFi you were looking for?" he asked, tilting his head. He had no clue what 'WiFi' and 'Internet' was.