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• 11 Moons.
• Elite Guard.
• Palemoon x Dee.
♦ Chaotic Neutral.
♦ Rainbow Collar.
♦ Attack in bold gold.
♠ Reinforced Claws.
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With fascination, he noticed, that new faces mingled with the old, most of which were Taboa's newest litter. They were little puppets lacking strings, toys within his claws, a simple means of entertainment. Worth his time, perhaps. The Elite Guard and former leader rose to his massive paws, scanning the BloodClan camp one last time before tilting back his head with a yowl.
"It occurs to me that we have some new lads and lassies among us!" A toothy grin split his maw. "Welcome, newcomers. Why don't you come forth, mingle? I shall call this an official meet and greet! Give the newcomers a good welcome, BloodClan, or I'll poke yer eyes out and hang em over me nest!" Despite his formerlly welcoming tone, his threat had dipped into a chilling and guttural growl that dripped with lethal venom.
As felines new and old slithered closer to his position, the Madgod took them in one by one, observing their expressions, nostrils flaring as he tested their scents. "I'll start," His voice was quieter now, lacking the threat of before and instead brimming with mirth, "Lord Sheogorath, Elite Guard of BloodClan, and former leader. Immortal, god of madness, and king of rats. Charmed!" The massive tabby ducked his head with an exaggerated bow.