GET AWAY, AWAY FROM THIS PLACE [o, GIBBON SEARCHER]

RICK C-137 · Feb 16th 2017

DON'T BE SHEEP.
And now, he searches. He's taken his new ballistic knife. The Swiss Army knife he found. The multi-tool. And a standard knife. Maybe it was the paranoia.

The knives are spread out in husband pocket lined coat (still need to fix it. He ripped it to suit this new form and Rick is not a groupie.) Inside the left breast pocket, was his flask. He'd probably empty it before the third clan. Maybe they would be nice and give him more.
Or he'd rob them. Con them. Whatever keeps him supplied.

In the opposite breast pocket, is a ripped and bloody piece of shirt- its bright yellow, folded into the pocket, and left alone. Rick doesn't touch it, except occasionally still checking it was there and patting it.

His Morty.

Rick doesn't like being on the ground in this form- it makes his senses go haywire and he feels vulnerable. When he sees the trees of the clan's border- and hops onto them immediately, scaling them and hooking onto the branches.

He disregards the border- goes right over it and heads for the camps. He doesn't know where it is, no, but the environment tends to give him clues. Like where the paths are. Where smells were coming from. Where he heard voices.

He isn't that hard to miss- a light tan gibbon in a white lab coat, the hair on his head tipped blue. (It was better that way. Blue hair was part of his thing.)

Of course, it would have been so much easier if he could have just singled out Morty's brainwaves and found the boy like a lost set of car keys, but this demension had to be set in the god damn dark ages- where Animal Farm was supreme.
Four legs good, but Rick knows two legs are better.

So he would venture deeper into the territory, until he found someone, or he found the camp.

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MYSTICTALES · Feb 16th 2017

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"HEY!" came arcane's shout of surprise and animosity. the canine ran up to the gibbon, his eyes widened - not strict, rather as if he were cowering. "you can't just pass through riverclan territory if you're not a member! wait at the border!" he shouted, although he abstained from using please in his statement because he wanted to seem fiercer.

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ramses h. vantas · Feb 16th 2017

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[color=#e0e0e0]Ramses had never seen a gibbon, or any form of monkey, for that matter, so the sight of Rick in the trees was new and interesting. Despite his curiosity, he had to agree with Arcanepaw, and so he intentionally ruffled up his fur and came to stand next to the shepherd, saying nothing but existing purely to seem like he be some muscle behind the statement

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RICK C-137 · Feb 16th 2017

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RICK SANCHEZ

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"I don't have time for stupid borders." Rick would drop down a few branches, out of jumping distance, but easier to talk to them. He reached into his coat, pulling out a yellow scrap of fabric, and let it unfold. "I'm looking for Morty Smith. He might be wearing this color. You seen him?"

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Sylmae Winzor · Feb 16th 2017

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"You'll have time for borders if you don't want to end up dying because you step into a rather unfriendly clan. I have never heard of a Morty Smith, now tell us who you are. We already know your business, searching for your friend." Sylmae said as she padded forward, golden eyes narrowing as she twitched a tail atop her back, grumbling softly as she settled down beside her clan mates.

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RICK C-137 · Feb 16th 2017

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RICK SANCHEZ

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"Well if no one's seen him, then I'll be on my way." Still. No Morty. No one had seen his Morty and if his Morty had been turned into an animal, too, Rick had no idea what Morty was now. Only a shirt. Only a scrap of his ugly, yellow shirt. "Name's Rick Sanchez. Earth Dimension C-137." They probably weren't going to offer him anything like the last clan, and folded up the shirt, putting it back in his pocket. "Come by Thunderclan if you see him, though. Talk to me." With that, Rick grabbed the branch he was on with his other hand, and swung off, following into the special locomotion of the Gibbon.

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IVYLEE XERSES · Feb 17th 2017

[center][fancypost=border-width=0; width: 450px; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify;]Did he just... seriously disregard the borders? Ivylee felt her fur ruffle as she pinned her ears back, watching the male leave. That made her upset, that someone just barged into her home like that. It was so disrespectful, and quite honestly, a little frightening. "Er- okay?" There was confusion in her voice as she was unsure of all this, but shrugged it off. She had never seen Morty Smith, the guy that he was apparently looking for, so she just decided to disregard the entire situation as a whole. It was... strange, though she still felt unpleased by him crossing the borders without permission.

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