WE'RE GONNA MAKE IT AFTER ALL | OPEN, JOINING

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    Oprah would stumble all the way to the border of what was the Pitt. Really, she was just looking for a new place to stay, was all. She sighed and glanced around, waiting for someone to arrive.


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    "What do you need?" Leviathan rasped as he limped over, his single green orb sweeping over the DarkClanner at the border. The scent actually reminded him that he still needed to stop by the clan and speak with their leader, he'd get to it at some point. The wild canine arched a brow and raked his claws against the dirt beneath his paws while he waited for a response; hopefully this wouldn't take too long.
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    information; updated 1/07/2017

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    Malcolm Merlyn

    [size=6pt]Don't listen to your friends
    See the despair behind their eyes
    Don't listen to your friends
    they only care once in a while
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    Malcolm was adjusting to his new surroundings as he patrolled the borders. He heard Leviathan's voice and the snow leopard veered towards it, coming up behind the leader. He stared at the Darkclanner expressionlessly, but said nothing.

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    Malcolm Merlyn

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    Don't listen to your friends
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    {The Draw by Bastille}[/size]

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    His head inclined slightly as she responded. He could faintly smell Darkclan and the Foundation on her. He had no qualms about that; Malcolm himself felt it necessary to live in more than one place, on occasion.


    He didn't know that she had left, though, so he just assumed that this would be her third clan. He didn't understand how someone could handle three different groups. Didn't it get confusing?


    He glanced at Leviathan, wondering if he would speak first, but then he turned back and nodded. "[color=#666360]Then welcome," he grunted.

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    "Fine, welcome to GraveClan." The canine mused with a casual flick of his ear. He didn't care much about the scents Olive carried so long as she didn't do anything to make him dislike her. "Name's Leviathan; one of the leaders here."
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