champagne, cocaine, gasoline // j[o]ining

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    Was he weary? Oh yeah. Would he do anything for a twenty-four hour nap? Hell yeah. Did he know where he was? Nope, not in the slightest.


    It had been a few days - or weeks? - ever since Dante had begun his trek. He tried not to think of just how bloody and sore his paws were. The male tiger didn't really have a reason for leaving his home. Not one he wanted to share, anyway. He was ready to just forget the past and move on, preferably with a new setting complete with new people.


    Scenting the border of the territory, Dante halted. So, what did he do now? Just wait around for someone to come barreling up to him? After a few seconds of glancing around, he decided that's exactly what he would do, and took out something to smoke on while he waited. His fur was pretty matted due to him not stopping once to groom himself, and the stench that came along with his smoking stuck to his fur. He didn't notice, but then again he wouldn't even care if he did.

    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]Finch had seen the tiger approaching from some distance, and decided to meet him halfway. She wasn't but a fraction of his size, but by the way his shoulders were relaxed and his guard wasn't heightened, she could guess that he wasn't trying to cause any harm. Perhaps a joiner - maybe an ally delivering news?


    "Hello there. Finch Harbringer." she introduced, flicking her long, white tail. Her crystal gaze swept over the male as she spoke once more. "Name and business?"


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    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Gravedigger(deputy)
    -12 months
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color.
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.



    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord, healer ❞


    The Sumatran tiger slithered forward, her halcyon gaze narrowed at the man as she brought herself to Finch, standing beside the deputy, seemingly towering over the other woman. Luna tilted her head to a side and watched with disgust shining in her gaze at the man smoking a cigarette, his fur a dirty clump on his back.


    "Finch," the warlord mewed subtly, shifting over the smaller animal in case the dirty beast tried to provoke an attack.

    He blinked at the small female as she spoke to him, a smirk appearing on his maw. She was tiny compared to him, yet she seemed to hold a position here. Before he could respond, another member strode towards him. The male noticed the way she looked at him, a gaze of disgust and caution. Dante hadn't hurt someone in a long time, and the thought of endangering these people never crossed his mind.


    "Nice to meet you, Finch," he replied with his smooth voice. He glanced his dusky eyes towards the other female, the hint of his smirk returning. The tiger then took in a deep breath before throwing his cigarette on the ground and shifting his weight onto one side.


    "My name's Dante," the tiger murmured, drawing out each word, "and, I haven't seen or heard anything about this place, but I want to try it out. Join."

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0; width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font: 'trebuchet ms'; margin-top:-5px;] "Welcome to ShadowClan, then." Sango would greet as she loped forwards, easily towering over those present even with her hunched over posture. The hellhound paused between Finch and Luna, allowing her pupil-less gaze to sweep across Dante for a moment, as if studying him. "The name's Sango, current leader here." Despite feeling ill recently, the canine still tried to keep her voice steady and brush the exhaustion from her features. "Do you need anything? A tour? Water?"

    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]"Great! Welcome to Shadowclan. Finch Harbringer." she introduced herself, a smile gracing her black lips as she realized that he wasn't here to stir trouble. With all of Shadowclan's new enemies and dropped neutrals, they had needed to stay on higher alert. He seemed legitimate, though. He wasn't tense or anything like that.


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    [spoiler=tags 1/18]
    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Gravedigger(deputy)
    -12 months
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color.
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.