IM JUST PUSHING THIS OUT TBH - joining

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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 465px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.4pt; line-height: 1.4;]Memories were fragile. Both the good and the bad. They tugged at eachother, fighting to determine the better half. Would it be the good memories to win your mind? Or the bad ones to destroy it? Will you allow yourself to be swept into the harmony of angels or end up cradling in the corner while having a political debate with yourself? That was all up to you.


    Tony had his fair share of both sides. However, that being said, him having memories at all was a blessing. Though, the bad ones, not so much of a blessing as a curse. He remembered his life. He remembered being human. His name was Tony Padilla, just your average senior in highschool. Well, he was pretty average until now.


    He had been wondering around for a bit, traveling on his own two-no, four feet. He would kill for his old car. So much quicker and easier. Though, he had to make do with whatever he was for now. Better to get accustomed quickly rather than slowly. In the short time he was walking around, he collected notes on the area. First off, on their names. There was 'loner' names and then there was 'warrior' names, the warrior ones being more popular. And seeing as he was carrying around a batch of tapes, he found it reasonable to adapt the name 'Tapepaw.' But there was also the big note. Everyone lived in their own clan, some even lived in multiple. So, he figured he'd have to join one, and some tugging feeling in his chest led him to the Rift's borders.


    //rushed but hes here, finally
    not sure if I followed the backstory for the 13rw squad correctly but owhale


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    [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt;][align=justify][size=10]"Who are you?" questioned the girl disdainfully as she approached. Standing about as tall as a soccer ball, the young caracat was not much too look at. She was small with long limbs and a brown ticked tabby pelt. The obsidian tufts on her ears were interesting, as were her eyes, but in reality nothing about her looks matched up with the cold, haughty way she had of speaking to others. The girl wasn't trying to be rude - it was just that there was this special thing called "empathy" that seemed to be entirely absent from her operating system. "And please don't tell me it's something lame." If she heard the same ol' "hi i'm examplepaw from buttcrack nowhere and i wanna join" one more time she might get an ulcer. "Spice it up with something, I'm begging you." she says with a completely straight face. It was obvious that the child was bored out of her mind; at least there was some attempt to be somewhat friendly(ish) and not completely ignoring his existence. Mel briefly wondered what would happen if she just stared a joiner right in the eye for ten seconds before walking away without a word? Hmm, maybe next time. "My name is Mel, by the way. If that's too generic, people call me a little shit behind my back, so feel free."

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; padding: 2px;]"I'm glad to see you met shit first, stranger - otherwise, you'd likely be given the wrong idea that the Rift is a peaceful place." Nat was heard first rather than seen, mirthful voice accompanied by the languid flapping of her wings. Soon enough, the massive snow leopard appeared from the skies with a wicked grin on her face. Her green eyes watched the newcomer thoughfully, carefully, before accepting the fact that he wasn't a hostile tresspasser. "Newsflash, it's chaotic - and it's great."


    When the white fae finally landed, she made sure to deposit herself next to Mel. Natalia immediately plopped herself down on the ground, tucking large paws under her furry chest, and dipped her head towards Tapepaw in greeting. "I'm Natalia. Probably older than you. Probably older than a lot of people here. If you're spunky, I'll probably like you." It was a recent discovery, if she was being honest. Imagine her surprise when she found that rude little kids amused her. Huh, who would've thought?


    ooc. mobile fjaka

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: purple]「 may these words — be the first to find your ears 」

    The five week old hybrid had not had very much social interaction with others and tended to stick close to their mother, Natalia, but their mother was not home and they had to make their own fun.


    The half octopus had found out how easy it was for them to get dehydrated and had taken to resting in deep puddles that most avoided, usually being completely hidden by the slight murkiness that the water held but not always.
    The puddle that they had found now though, was extremely murky.


    The young child had been lying in the water for a while, gills opening and closing with a rythamic sway until the water started rippling. Nemo would blink slightly; confused by the ripples before pushing themselves up so that only their head stuck out of the puddle.
    They were right beside somebody on the border, wow.
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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 465px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.4pt; line-height: 1.4;]Was it the sudden appearance of wild creatures that scared him or the number? He was expecting one, considering he wasnt much to swarm for. But while three was still a small number, he was decently surprised. Glancing the unusual group over, he took note of their species and how they portrayed themselves.


    Mel came up first, a seemingly small child who still hung over him like a puma to a domestic cat. He didnt find his species, whatever it was, to be small until the caracat trotted over. Anyways, her demeanor was nothing more than basic. Well, basic for humans anyways. Edgy. "Tapepaw, its a pleasure," he barked with a spark of sarcasm. "Nothing special about me though, sorry to break it to you. Just here to join."

    After his introduction, his eyes drifted over to Natalia. So this place was chaotic? How swell, note sarcasm once again. He sighed, "I always seem to follow the chaotic bunch. Used to it by now." It was true and he wasnt going to lie about that.

    After the elder, was an octopus? The child didnt say anything so Tape just let his gaze slide back to the talkative two instead. Better not to question things in this world.


    //where my muse @ tho??
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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Gray slowly loped over to the others, not too hurried though he knew he needed to spend more time greeting joiners. "Welcome to the Rift." He said, flopping down next to Mel. "I'm Grayarea - I suggest not boring Mel next time, otherwise she'll entertain herself. By roasting you." At least, that sounded like something she'd do. "You want a tour or something?"


    //Pizui bby you're finally here <33
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    Tags | Updated 4/24/17

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    HIS SOLITUDE WAS A KNIFE — standpaw — the rift — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It was back- and boy, was it painful. His migraine had arrived to him in the middle of reading- at first a dull pain, a soft buzz about his head, but soon turned almost violent- consistent and determined knocking against his skull. The pain made his eyes cross and fur rise, claws sinking into the floor of he and Mel's shared home. A growl bubbled up in his throat, as if to threaten the headache, but soon died as something sharply tugged in his chest. The 'force' was back once more, sure to make another delivery to Standpaw... This time urgent.


    The cream feline had hurriedly left his home, rushing out into the forest surrounding camp as the 'force' pulled him along quickly, head throbbing as he approached his destination. His teeth were clenched and eyes squinted, feeling as if his skull were about to burst when abrupt clarity overtook him, washing over the tom with a refreshing, cool sensation.


    This sensation, however, was fleeting.


    He regarded the puny canine before him with wide eyes, almost fearful. He quickly dropped the expression, taking in a sharp breath as he flinched with one last stroke of pain. When he managed to open his blue eyes once more, they were conflicted- battling whether to feel dreadful about the new arrival, or hopeful. Something in the pit of his stomach told him this was not his friend- this was someone to watch out for... but another side of him argued otherwise, fighting on the behalf on the chihuahua. That side of him told Standpaw to listen- to understand.


    His stormy eyes narrowed suspiciously- he wasn't sure if he should like this guy. "Tapepaw?" He asked, ear flicking, "I'm Standpaw." The cream feline had introduced himself as if seeing the dog for the first time, but knowing or hearing about him prior to this.


    ooc: nOpe im p sure u got it !! my muse is also dead rip