[center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]it seemed that 0X48, or montego, was feeling a bit risky being out in the open the way she was. after the whole ordeal at her joining; the disgusted stares, threats, etc.., she was not so eager to do the task she was doing now. it seemed as of late, the only one who didn't treat her poorly was fell and she greatly appreciated that. but, at the same time, the child felt as if her isolation would hinder the progression towards better relationships with her clanmates. so, here she was in all her four legged and four armed glory. 0X48's glowing white markings were sporadically getting brighter and dimmer the more her nerves caught on, but she was determined to not hide away in her room anymore and eat raviolis. despite not being able to communicate properly nor show any emotion since her eyes were always covered by a bandanna, she was not going to give up. the child sat down in the middle of camp and let her arms feel the ground around her, already knowing there were probably shadowclanners staring at what they would believe to be odd behavior. the thought made her even more nervous than before.
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor;borderwidth=0px;bordercolor=;text-align:justify;width:400px;][size=12]✩ — Alright, Speckle was not new to this clan. She had been living here since she was at least eight and a half months old. But of course she had grown up since then. Because here she was at ten months old. So the lioness cub came over to meet montego. But of course she had no idea who she was or where she came from. So the lioness came over to introduce herself. "Hello there. I am Specklepaw Praelium. Who might you be?" she smiled softly.
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[center]Finch Harbringer[center][font=times new roman]"the club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where i go" [color=white]
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px][font=verdana][size=9][align=justify]Haiiro himself was rather strange in appearance, and had once been near-unbearable in personality. Resigned, bitter, and painfully apathetic, he was not someone that he would be friends with now, although growing into himself now surrounded by support from others instead of shame and secrecy had caused him to just begin to blossom into a person who was at least a little more bearable, although it sometimes seemed as if he had been thrown from one extreme to the other. He had no right to judge others, and so he did his best not to, although with some people, it was impossible not to form opinions of what they did, or disapprove of their actions.
Taking note of an unfamiliar scent, the canine-like creature began to follow it to the source, feeling his way along with no regard to where his useless eyes wandered. When he was tired and more focused on not wincing with every step over a bruised abdomen, the placement of his unfocused gaze was far from his mind. "Hey, uh, the name's Haiiro. I don't think we've met," he greeted, voice soft in comparison to his tall, heavily scarred form.