greyscaled (o + joining)

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Those just looked like fluffy stilts.
What the heck were those.
Why the heck were those.
What the heck were the things on their head.
Ears? They didn't even have the slightest clue. They could hear perfectly fine before and they didn't have ears then!
Why was everything so colorful?! It wasn't like that when they had gone to sleep. Just a little nap before they went deeper into the Jungle. No big deal. Just more swirling cogs they would deal with.
But this..?
Clony was confused. They were a confused little Cloni that suddenly found themselves waking up in a place that most certainly was NOT the treacherous Badlands they sought to protect. No, this was different. For one, there weren't any giant egg shaped machines with chainsaws coming at them from every angle.
They could hear water, so there had to be a stream nearby or something of the sort. It was also much more open than the Badlands were. It was peculiar. It was weird.
Yet again, so were they. The black pelted feline shakily stood up on their paws, relieved that their wings were still there. At least something had remained the same. They gently shook themself to fluff their fur up as they then proceeded to glance around.
Hm. They had a mouth now, too. They'd have to figure out how speech worked. They croaked out a weird noise as they shakily took a step forward. At least they didn't fall over.
Now all they needed to do was find someone. Anyone would do. Then they'd figure out how to speak and walk correctly for right now they honestly looked like a rather young feline stumbling around like a newborn calf. It was horrific, but it wasn't like Clony would notice. They noticed lots of things, but that was not to be one of them. Too different for them. They were used to enclosed spaces filled with mines and puzzles and spiked balls of vines that sucked the life right out of one. This was different. It was calm. It wasn't instantaneous death and destruction around them.
That would certainly take some getting used to.

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[fancypost=background-color:; border-color:; border-width:0px; text-align: justify][color=white]Clony jumped at the sound of someone coming. They swiveled their head around as someone approached. What...even was that? All the creatures the Cloni had ever encountered were of the same color scheme of Clony himself. Sure, the difference could be considered slight for some people, but to one who only knew what was in the Badlands the difference was great enough.

They managed a clicking noise and nodded their head, offering up a smile in the best first response they could to the question. The chuckling confused them, for they didn't think that they had done anything worthy of such. They gently shook their pelt once more, thinking quite hard for a moment.

Back in the Badlands, speech was a series of weird clicking noises they made. That didn't seem to be the case here, but at least the question that was asked of them was simple enough for them to practice their capabilities of speech upon. "I...Iiiissss...goo'." They would reply, their grin only widening at their success. "I's good. I...is good." Clony then repeated, getting used to the awkward use of talking through a different means of speech. They felt proud of themself and their tail wagged slightly to show such.

Now all they had to do was figure out how to ask where they were....hm. Shouldn't be too much of an issue, they thought as they shifted slightly on their feet. At least they didn't nearly fall over that time. "Wh..wheeere...am I's? Where here is?" It sounded grammatically correct enough for the question to make sense; at least, to them it did.
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[fancypost=background-color:; border-color:; border-width:0px; text-align: justify][color=white]Fighting against the bad guys? Hm. That sounded quite like what Clony already did back in the Badlands. Maybe their odd set of knowledge would come in handy.

Then there was the things that they didn't know. "C...couuurt..? Court...Sesssssion?" They echoed with a tilt of their head, their fluffy tail slowly swishing back and forth in thought. They hadn't heard of that before. That word was new. They gave a soft hum and closed their faintly glowing eyes to see if that would help them think any better but still drew a blank. "Neveeeer...never heaard...offff a court sessssion." Clony found themself replying once they re-opened their white eyes before tilting their head. "Issss it...placcce...to sstay?" They then would question, for as far as they knew they were not in the Badlands anymore (no, that'd just been answered and they were in the Foundation, although they'd never heard of such before) and thus quite far from any nest of any sort.
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