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    OLIVER
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    ❝ OH, SHUT UP❞


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    Everything I knew about the clans was theoretical. Or rather, it was stuff I'd heard from other people. I'd lived with my family for most of my life, until recent events had seen me on my own in an area with a few friends to socialize with. But after that wave had swept me off the beach had washed me up on The Rifts beach, there was nothing else to do but make the best of it. I didn't know how to get back, after all, and I really wasn't in the mood to get back in the water or take my chances boating to shore.


    So, as I stepped out of the small stone house they'd given me, I considered myself extremely lucky to have been welcomed by the people living here rather than skewered by them. One of the reasons my family and I had always lived onour own was because it was dangerous to mess with the clans- even the nice ones had too many problems to worry about, and overall it was just safer to try to survive on your own.


    Then again, not even that works out all the time.


    As I stepped out of the house and into the light of day I found myself bnlinking rapidly as my eyes fought to adjust. I'd finally cleaned myself up, and my calico fur was now groomed sleek against my body instead of stuck in clumps from the saltwater. I was feeling better too, and after a good nights sleep the strength had returned to my muscles. I no longer trembled from exhaustion when I moved, and while I no doubt looked a little uncertain as I stood there looking around, I didmy best to appear confident and at ease, even though I was silently panicing about being in a group I knew nothing about.


    Well, almost nothing.


    As I mentioned before I did know some things, but they were all word of mouth things that I couldn't really say for sure were true. Fortunately though, meet an greets were something I'd glimpsed on my way into camp the night prior, and I knew they were easy enough to conduct. In all honesty I was kind of excited to be here, as I'd always wondered what the clans were like and had always been kind of social despite my uncertainty with strangers. But I was nervous, because I hated being noticing me and I knew that I soon as I called out all eyes would be on me.


    It was always like this, though. Whenever I was looking forward to something there was always that outline of anxiety there to ruin things, no matter how optimistic I tried to be. In the end it always came down to me trying to rationalize things though, and right then I was rationalizing that the longer I just stood there without doing anything, the weirder I was going to seem. So, I gathered up my courage and finally called out, "Meet and greet!", hoping that I wouldn't be stared at too much for being so riculously adorable.


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    [align=center][color=black][color=#000000]❝ AND KISS ME ❞

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    Oliver/The Rift/Male/Homoromantic/Single/Crushing on Nobody

    Fourthwall/Bloodclan & Blackheart Rogues/Male/Homoromantic/Single/ Crushing on Awol Warfare/Compelled to Control Hypokrisis


    KINK
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    - a sharp twist or curve in something that is otherwise straight."a kink in the road"

    -a writer that enjoys adding unexpected twists and turns to their stories/characters


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    OH NOSTALGIA — alex — the rift — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It seemed like she hadn’t been wrong about there being a lot of new members, and due to that there was bound to be many meet and greets. Why they couldn’t all just have one big meet and greet she wasn’t sure, but she wouldn’t hold it against them. Assuming that the Rift was as big as it was a month ago, it was a bit hard to keep track of which events had happened already and which hadn’t. She had been busying writing something down when she heard the call, stuffing everything in her messenger bag before heading outside.


    She had expected some sort of canine or feline given those were the most common joiners in her experience, but instead there was a rabbit sitting in the middle of camp. Since rabbits / bunnies happened to be one of her favorite animals, the feline automatically hurried over, happily looking the other over as she spoke. “Good morning! My name’s Alex, how about yours?”

    HARD TIMES ! GONNA MAKE YOU WONDER

    WHY YOU EVEN TRY

  • [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]It seemed Jack missed out on a lot. Really, it was his own fault for holing himself up in his home. There was no good reason for it either. One could say it was due to his missing friends, but he wasn't that effected by it. It was sad, but he would get over it. Hearing the call for a meet and greet as he left his own home, he would quickly change course and bound to whoever called it. Which was an incredibly odd creature. That made it all the better. Zero materialized and barked once, racing through the air around Oliver. "Hello!" Jack finally said with a wide smile. "I'm Jackskellington!"

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  • I was still nervous, but the two people who approached me were nice enough, and it was easy enough to emulate them. It was a bit of a relief knowing that the people weren't just going to glare at me for being some outsider or newbie, and while I was secretly horrified at the idea of embarrassing myself in front of them, I was also detemrined to make a good impression.

    "It's nice to meet you guys! My name's Oliver, I'm new to the Rift." I'd reply, figuring the new the last part already. The group was active, but the group seemed really close knit, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn they all knew each other. How could they not?

    Oliver/The Rift/Male/Homoromantic/Single/Crushing on Nobody

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    KINK
    noun
    - a sharp twist or curve in something that is otherwise straight."a kink in the road"

    -a writer that enjoys adding unexpected twists and turns to their stories/characters


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  • Gray slid up from the shadows, standing beside Alex and Jack as he took a few seconds to survey the stranger. "Hello, how've you been settling in?" He asked, lowering his rump to the ground. "My name's Gray, by the way."

    //ah a little late, but welcome to the Rift!


    You know I'm gonna fight though I might be scared to lose

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    Thanks to my large ears I caught the sound fo footsteps approaching, but I was nervous and didn't want to be caught staring at anyone, so I kept my focus on those already standing with me until another figure stepped into my line of vision, joining them. And I was almosy glad I hadn't looked earlier, because whoever it was turned out to be really cute, which caught me off guard and would have almost resulted in me being caught looking at him.


    I wasn't the type of person to flirt with someone I didn't know, though, and instead I tried to keep a soft blush off my cheeks as he asked how I was settling in and introduced himself as Gray.


    "It's been great, actually." I replied with a small, somewhat nervous smile. "I was always told the clans were dangerous, so I was really relieved when it turned out I hadn't washed up on some island of savages."


    Which, admittedly, had only crossed my mind after someone had found me. I'd been to busy being half-drowned to really notice or care that I was anywhere inhabited by other animals, and if they had been aggressive I would have been an easy capture regardless of how hard I tried to fight. The waves had slammed the strength right out of me when they'd pulled me off my beach, but since I had no idea where we were or how to get back, I was just glad that I could be optimisitc about having a new place to stay.

    "Oh yeah! And my name's Oliver. Nice to meet you."
    I'd add, hoping he didn't think I was weird for forgetting to introduce myself back. I could be a scatter-brain sometimes.



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    KINK
    noun
    - a sharp twist or curve in something that is otherwise straight."a kink in the road"

    -a writer that enjoys adding unexpected twists and turns to their stories/characters


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  • blair would make her way over, a curious look on her face. "hey there, sweetheart!" she would greet, flicking her tufted ears. "oliver's your name? thats cute! im blair, nice to meet you!" she giggled, however her eyes narrowed slightly. hm, someone was getting nervous... she wondered why. or maybe that was just how oliver talked, she wasnt sure. "im pretty new too, so if you ever wanna go explore together, hit me up!"

    MOM AND DAD THEY QUITE DON'T UNDERSTAND IT

    ALL THE KIDS THEY LAUGH AS IF THEY PLANNED IT

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  • He was still a ways a way from being able to accept himself as cute or beautiful or handsome or whatever kind adjective people came up with. Right now he was settling for feeling good and comfortable in his own skin, which wasn't always easy either.

    "Some Clans are." He said with a shrug. "All Clans are dangerous, really, but usually they'll only be dangerous when threatened." Despite having grown up in a place drastically different from the Clans, hearing his mother's stories of the Rift and SunClan had prepared him for Clanlife, so he wasn't all that lost on the customs. "Nice to meet you too, Oliver." No, he didn't think it was weird that Oliver had nearly forgotten to introduce himself. Gray was almost sure he'd done the same thing once or twice. "Let me know if you want someone with you who can get you back home if you get lost." He added, a dry smile on his lips.

    You know I'm gonna fight though I might be scared to lose

  • Cyrus was a little surprised- but not too shocked- to see a strange, patchy coloured hybrid introducing himself and holding a meet and greet in the middle of camp. Again, Cyrus noted just how many meet and greets the Rift seemed to have, but though he'd help several mass meet and greets, they didn't seem to garner as much attention as individual ones- even when there was food on offer. Why the food didn't help was a mystery to him, he was happy enough eating it himself, though being so small, he hardly had enough room to eat all he wanted. Food was a different topic, however, that didn't really have anything to do with what the others were talking about. Clanlife was all Cyrus had ever known. The dangers of it were real, but in Cyrus' opinion, not much could be more dangerous than living alone, with no one to protect you or look for you if you got hurt. Oliver was probably safer here than he would be anywhere else- in Cyrus' biased opinion, at least.
    "Welcome to the Rift," he meowed, pleased to meet the new member. "I'm Cyrus, I've been around here for a while, so if you want anyone extra on your exploration, count me in." He quite liked the idea of exploring the territory with others- a lot of his wanderings had been done alone.