ICE HAS MELTED BACK TO LIFE | OPEN, VISITOR/JOINING

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    the crown, so close
    i can taste it — tags

    Well, it was all done. The burly snow leopard had been exiled from RiverClan. Everything he had worked for was gone the instant he drove a lightsaber through Crocodilepaw's chest, leaving him for dead.


    Titan had been a good guy at one point. He had been a promising assistant deputy, always supportive and friendly around everyone. He had a girlfriend, Himiko, who he had loved deeply. They also had been raising their four cubs. It was the ideal life, right? Yes, but life had other plans for him. Ever since he was young, he had a destiny. He would train and learn the ways of the Force and harness it's powers. When he betrayed his clanmates that night, his training had been completed. He was a now a warrior of the Force, a knight under the Sith.


    The snow leopard found himself at the border of the Exiles. It was quite appropriate, right? An exile joining the Exiles. He wasn't going to join them, per se, nor pledge his allegiance to them. He simply needed a place to stay and formulate his next plans. Titan's lightsaber was hooked on a belt wrapped around his waist. A dark cloak, a new accessory of his, was draped over his body and head, only allowing a bit of light to reach his muzzle. He wouldn't complain or announce his presence. He could wait, after all.
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    Jammal Adalgar;;
    Exiles - Attack in black underlined -tags list - plotting - win art


    A dark cloak over the panther's features would have been useless. His own fur was marred, scars littering his form that he didn't bother to hide- rather, he liked showing them off. For his age he was considered lucky to be alive and still within the exiles. Most would rather leave- or be dead by the amount of time Jammal had acclimated here. He knew many that had. Too many.


    No, many 'joiners' were just travelers, weary rouges looking for shelter and food- protection for a few nights before moving on. Jammal respected it, even though there was a cloud of mistrust that it provided. Some stayed quite a while- nad it was often confusing how long until they leave. Because everyone leaves, right?


    Dark paws push through the undergrowth. Silver eyes fixed onto the point- the muzzle of the traveler. Already the male was weary- considering the last visitor they had seen had trespassed and caused a fight. Was it wrong to expect the same? Probably.


    "Name and business."

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    the crown, so close
    i can taste it — tags

    Titan's sharp gaze flickered up to Jammal. Now that he had raised his head, it was easier to point out his facial features under the shadows of his cloak if you looked hard enough. He heard the usual "name and business", and he was relieved that this guy wasn't making a big deal out of anything. He looked suspicious but it was merely a cloak and he wasn't intending on killing everyone here unlike what happened back home. He simply needed a place to sleep. "Titan." The snow leopard paused before adding, "I'm requesting to stay here." Maybe he'd leave, maybe he wouldn't. It all depended on what would happen in the coming weeks. "Don't mind the scent. That is not my home any longer." He smelled like RiverClan but he wasn't apart of their world anymore for obvious reasons.
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    Jammal Adalgar;;
    Exiles - Attack in black underlined -tags list - plotting - win art


    "Story for another time, hm?" Jammal's voice was a neutral rumble, his nose twitching at the scent. Riverclan- no they weren't really a dangerous threat at the moment. Didn't pose as one for a wile. With little raids between the two clans- jammal accepted the story. He had bought it- but he would be sure to include thoes with secrets about it. They should still be cautious about speaking around him. It was more customary to any newcomer, not just the scent of lingering riverclan.


    "If i were you, i'd get rid of it pretty quick. Before you get mistaken for an intruder." Jammal warned, not that he ever wa mistaken for one- it had happened to many seeking refuge here. It wouldn't be the first time. "Otherwise, welcome to the exiles. Name's Jammal."

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    no stop signs, speed limit — dean winchester — paragon — he/his/ him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 120%; font-family: 'arial']"welcome to the exiles then," comes the familiar rumble of the wolfdog's voice. light green eyes flick lazily over the snow leopard. dramatic much? who wore cloaks anymore? then again, this was coming from the guy wearing an amulet 24/7 so dean wasn't about to voice that option. doing his best to suppress his limp, the hunter would stride over to stand next to jammal with his chin tilted up slightly as he regards to titan. riverclan, huh? can't say i'm a stranger to the shitshow that clan was. dean found it a bit odd they were jumping into the exiles after living in that place for so long but who was he to judge? "name's dean, if you need anything feel free ta ask me," he says regarding the snow leopard for a moment more. he might as well remember what the guy looked like, right?

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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:65%;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The calico padded up beside Dean, yellow eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare. "Riverclan to the Exiles. That is a big leap." She stated, watching for a reaction. "Exiled or spying?" Unlike Dean and Jammal, Mels didn't care about Titan's privacy. While she was the least physically imposing of everyone there, it would do anyone good not to underestimate her for it; besides, she gave off an air of assertion, her posture tall and certainly not submissive. She would give her name once the leopard gave her an answer.
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    WE DON'T NEED NO CAMOUFLAGE — maria winchester — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt][size=8]While Mels had a fair point in asking just what exactly he was doing here, Maria could shrug it off and wait for another time. People responded differently to different situations. In this case, Maria didn't really know - or care about, for that matter - this stranger enough to poke him until he squealed about his life story. If he started stirring up trouble, then it became her problem. However, until that happened, she could cross that bridge when she came to it.


    "Maria. Welcome, and stuff." She greeted, green eyes flicking over the stranger with RiverClan scent that clung to his fur.