This Shit's About To Kick Off // Joining

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    It was time to change things up again, after all, Faust didn't like seeing the same shit over and over again. It added to the mundaneness of life which meant he'll probably need more coke. Since it was a habit the liger was attempting to cut down on, he supposed some new scenery would do him some good. But why shadowclan? Well, they fit his tastes more than the other groups. Anti-clans were the most liberal and he had heard good things about this place. And that was all it took for him to be persuaded.


    The pale liger was already seated at the border of the jungle. Speaking of jungles, it seemed like a lot of the groups tended to reside in jungles these days, was it a fad? A shitty one, obviously. It didn't seem too diverse to be honest and he wasn't sure if this one would be a keeper, but since he had already arrived, there was no point in getting up to leave. The wildcat wanted to take a break from all his walking. Letting out a long yawn, the hypocritical piece of shit rubbed a paw at his nose to wipe away the residual white powder.
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    [center]JUST LIKE I DID WITH ADDICTION I'M 'BOUT TO KICK IT

    SAY FUCK IT BEFORE WE KICK THE BUCKET | 2/19/17

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    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord ❞


    The woman had stumbled upon the male really, she wasn't paying attention on her walk and only managed to collect herself as she more or less tripped through the bramble. The not-so-regal tiger instantly threw on a mask of cold apathy, allowing the ice to numb the embarrassment that climbed up her cheeks. Luna pulled herself to her full height as her gaze rested on the stranger at the border, instantly caution jumping to her mind and sending her lips to pull in a frown.


    "What is you name and why are you on ShadowClan lands?" The massive tiger would inquire coolly as she stalked forward so she was only a few tail lengths away from the liger, already her eyes glaring at the pale beast.

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    Marie had been exploring her clan's territory, having known there were some places she had not yet seen and stepped foot on. Luckily for this newcomer, whom of which she scented quickly thanks to the sense training she received from Haiiro, she was around to greet him. He smelled of some weird shit she had known to detect, though at her age and place in the hierarchy of ShadowClan, was not one to judge. Others had to do what they had to do to get through life.

    "Hey, looking for something?" The elegant foxhound stated, her figure coming up from the shadows behind her. Her lime-hued oculars greaty contrasted with her ginger hues, causing her to stand out quite greatly from the murk of the territory. Her existence in front of the male was then accompanied by her ex-mentor, of whom she had held great distaste for. It just so happened that the tigress smelled like unwashed blood, which was not a great impression to make on the newcomer. To best the idiotic female beside her, the foxhound opted to seem welcoming to the male. Being friendly was the best way to... well: make friends. "I'm Marie, welcome to ShadowClan. Is there anyway I can help you?"


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    As the hellhound trotted forwards, she opened her mouth to make a comment about how Luna smelled like ass, but she didn't. That wouldn't be too good of a first impression for the joiner. Clamping her mouth shut, the canine settled herself nearby, awaiting the stranger's answer to the question.
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    At first, it was funny, seeing the femme struggle with her own feet but Faust held his laughter since he knew it would be pretty mean to laugh at someone without knowing who they were. Only friends could do that shit. But he stopped feeling bad about stifling his merriment when she donned her aloof persona. To be honest, he wasn't used to those types, the mean without meaning types.


    "Hahaha, where are we? The Exiles?" The pale liger would begin jokingly, a half grin on his face. The rogue group was the only one who greeted strangers who patiently waited at the border like that, "and I'm not in your land so you might wanna work on that phrasing, hun. But do you want a drink? You look like you need a drink." With that said, the liger would conjure up a six pack of blue ribbon before noticing that another femme had made herself present.


    This one was much nicer. Now she knew how to talk to polite people who waited at the border. "Hello, I'm Faust," the pale wildcat would introduce himself as he finally stood up, a more genuine smile gracing his face, "I'm looking to join, if you're still accepting." Who knows if they were open to new members? The first girl made it pretty clear that she didn't want him here already.


    And then a hellhound appeared, another female. Well, wasn't he in a matriarchal place. Maybe he should acquire a female body just so he could fit in, of course that was a joke. "Hey, doll," the feline would greet Sango with a friendly wave of his paw. He noticed how the two later appearing ladies seemed to smell something. Hopefully it wasn't him because Faust had pretty strict rules of cleanliness, however, his nose was too fucked to be able to discern where the offending odor originated.
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    [center]JUST LIKE I DID WITH ADDICTION I'M 'BOUT TO KICK IT

    SAY FUCK IT BEFORE WE KICK THE BUCKET | 2/19/17

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]He had gotten used to greeting strangers on the border and had adopted a swift yet friendly way of doing so. Of course, it seemed that others had arrived first but it was not like he cared too much about that. After all, it just made his job easier for him and anything that made his life that little bit smoother was something that he took joy in. The Brit slipped over, his stormy blueish grey gaze carefully observing the scene before him before his attention solely honed in on the stranger. He had arrived at the perfect time to hear the liger introducing himself. "Yo, mate. We're always accepting newcomers. Welcome to Shadowclan, name's Pyromania. Call me Niall though" the young servaline duskreacher hummed in a lax yet cordial tone as he sauntered over, coming to stand besides Sango with a flick of his tail in greeting. So, this was Faust? It was an interesting name but he had no room to comment on such things considering what his own names were. It was not like his opinion of the other male's name was in any way negative, in fact he quite liked it. He glanced over to Luna, fictional brows quirked up slightly as he processed the way that she had greeted the male. He knew that she was not the most friendly of Shadowclanners but he kinda felt sorry for the dude seeing that his first encounter with a clanmate had been like that. Oh well, it could not be altered now and all he could do was look back to the larger wildcat, grin adamant on his lips as he awaited a response to his own words.

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    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]"I'm Finch Harbringer. It's nice to meet you." the ivory deputy would greet, nodding at the joiner. She observed the pale liger with a curious gaze. Shadowclan had been getting a rather large influx of joiners as of late, and it seemed. Not that that was a bad thing - it was an incredibly good thing in Finch's opinion, actually. A gentle smile played on the corners of her lips and she nodded in a small greeting to the pale liger.


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    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Gravedigger(deputy)
    -10 months
    -Titles: patriot, sociable, shadowstalker
    [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. She has the tail of a white bunny, it's fluffy and large.
    -Battle body : A large, white male horse. It is well muscled and towering. Finch uses this body in battle. click for reference
    [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.

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    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord ❞


    The woman would let a frown pull on her black lips, her golden eyes narrowing considerably at the man's absurd antics. What a pompous, arrogant stultus! Luna let a small snarl cross her lips but kept her mouth shut in an attempt to reign in her temper and show her clanmates that she did have control. The tiger simply swiped at the beer bottles, sending them flying into a tree with a dull crash! before revolving on her heels and stomping out of the clearing "Welcome to ShadowClan," Luna mewed coolly over her shoulder before diving through the bramble and leaving the scene.

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    How did Pyromania become Niall? He wouldn't be able to figure it out but perhaps it was a middle name or something? Kids still did that right? Faust wasn't very aware of that kind of name shadig anymore, after all, this was the fuck who dropped his lastnames because he thought they were useless. Maybe that was a little rash of him to do so but he truly felt that way. Like, where were his parents anyway? It didn't seem like family mattered to them. But that's way off tangent, his family drama had nothing to do with this joining.


    "That's great to hear," the pale wildcat would flash the first male to appear a toothy grin. Open to joiners still? Well, this wasn't a wasted trip. To be honest, the guy looked like someone he'd like to have a beer with once in a while, young or not. Maybe he should wait to propose that idea? Meh, it wasn't like there was an age for drinking anyway. "It's a pleasure, Niall," Faust would dip his head politely as he usually was bound to do before shifting his attention to the newest face.


    She was a strange looking little domestic but nonetheless, adorable as shit. It seemed like he had a weakness for small white creatures, starting with Ivylee of Riverclan. Jesus, he needed to get some meds or do something about his fucked senses. This shit was borderline creepy, even in his own opinion. "Faust," he would repeat his name once more just in case the deputy missed it. After a pause he would then add, "is there anything important that I should know? Like, new rules or something?"


    As for Luna's outburst, it did tick the usually patient wildcat off. She sent the six pack flying, but thankfully they were cans so they survived their flight. Boy, if they had exploded or something, Faust would go off on Luna's life though he knew nothing about her. The liger was incredibly against the waste of resources. But luckily, that didn't happen, hence he defaulted to a lower level of aggression. "Wow, okay. Do you think it's alright to throw a temper tantrum and ruin other people's stuff?" The wildcat narrowed his pale pink eyes at the pissed striped feline. She was leaving but he wasn't done with her, "man, you have no fucking manners."


    From all of this, he knew he'll have to avoid this one. She threw off his zen and she didn't seem too pleasant to be around. He assumed that no one in this clan liked that bitch. With a huff, the hybrid composed himself once more before remarking, "is she always like that? Or does she not like the truth?" Assuming that everything transpired because he made it very clear that he hadn't crossed the border. It's true that people didn't like being wrong but there was no need to throw a hissy fit over it. Maybe the beer was pushing it but he did mean it out of the goodness in his heart. But then again, how was she supposed to know that he was the furthest thing from condescending? Now, she'll never know and the liger simply could not care at the moment.
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    [fancypost=width: 470px; font-family: georgia; color: #fff6eb; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%] At being called 'Doll', Sango made a face however didn't decide to reprimand Faust or anything. She stayed quiet while he spoke and addressed everyone, and then Luna stomped off. "Yo," She'd finally greet in return when everything fell silent again. "I'm Sango, but you can also call me 'Go', I don't care. 'M the leader here, so if you need anything let me know. As for Luna, she's always like that unless she's drunk off her ass." Maybe that was a little harsh, but whatever.
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    "Welcome, Faust. Would you like me to show you around?" The elegant ginger said before noticing Luna's reaction to Faust's present of beers. "Don't worry, Luna's always an ass. Just watch out for her, alright? She can be a pain when she's hunting you down." It wasn't a kind word said to the tigress, but Marie still had a bone to pick with the lady and would not let her grudge down just to fancy a newcomer. Plus, Faust looked like he would handle a cuss or two.

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