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    The first impression most people got upon meeting Tiger was that he was polite and reserved, a man of few words. In truth, he just found communicating with others to be rather hard, if not frustrating. It wasn’t that he disliked being around people, it’s just that he had been conditioned all of his life to be the opposite of outgoing. He and many other children his age had been brought up like soldiers, and had been expected to follow commands within seconds of receiving them. Anyone who didn’t respond quick enough got punished, often with a harsh bite or slash. ‘Talk with your fists, not your words’ had been his father’s favorite thing to say. It probably still was, but he tended not to avoid thinking of his father. It just brought up bad memories.


    The golden retriever was currently sitting in one of enchanted woodland’s few clearings examining some flowers, his posture more relaxed than usual. There was just something about being alone with nature that made all of his stress melt away, the flora perhaps? The corners of his lips were pulled up into a faint smile as he pulled a journal out of his bag and started to write something down, and for a moment it almost looked like he was about to laugh. “You’re a stubborn flower, I’ll give you that.” He suddenly murmured. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the field, but judging by his word choice, the doctor appeared to be talking to a plant of some sort, though which one he was talking to was unclear.

    They said that first impressions were everything. Jerseyboy hadn't met this "Tigerlily" before, not counting the incident with the hole, so he had no opinion to form on him. When he had found the canine in a secluded section of the forest, however, something told him that this guy was a "tree-hugger". A flower fanatic. He wouldn't be surprised if he made flower crowns or whatever those dumb things were. Jersey could already tell that he would get along just great with Pierce and Jacob, the resident "flower-guys" of the clan. Artsy, aesthetic stuff just wasn't what he did. He just did whatever he wanted, really, and that included making Italian food and smoking and drinking and making fun of people... all of that fun stuff.


    So, when Jerseyboy saw the golden retriever taking notes while commenting to a plant, he cocked a brow. As far as he knew, he had been undetected by the other, so he had the choice to either move on and walk away or stick around and question him. Of course he would take the latter. "You talkin' to plants? Is that what you do?" The New Jerseyan snorted lightly as he rounded around into view, glancing from the journal of sorts and back to Tigerlily. It was more of a sarcastic comment then a straight-up insult, but if you got to know Jerseyboy, then you'd find that he really didn't have a filter and called people out on anything that they did. Nobody was safe.


    And at once the peaceful atmosphere was broken, Jersey's intrusion causing him to flinch. The guy seemed nice enough, but he really didn't want to talk to anyone right now. But he didn't want to appear rude, so the canine quickly plastered on a friendly smile before responding, keeping his back towards Jersey. He was a bit thrown off by the other's accent, so it took a few moments for him to pick out a response. "Ah, only when nessacary. My profession only requires me to be around them, not talk to them." After he jotted down the last note or two, Tiger would sidestep in order to reveal what he had been looking at earlier. At first it seemed like an ordinary flower, but a closer look revealed that it appears to have sprouted from a rock. "I'm not sure how it gets water," He admitted, "But it's an interesting sight nonetheless." It was after he said this that he turned to face Jersey, his painted-on smile fading away to something more relaxed. "Now uh- I don't beleive I've introduced myself. My name's Tigerlily, and you?"

    Next to approach was BlizzardClan's Head Medic, who, likely in her long time of attending to the Clan had been rather guilty of spacing off and mumbling her lesson plants to the plants in the Greenhouse, or just simply mumbling to herself while working. She hardly found it anything worth of embarrasment, since speaking aloud and hearing your own thoughts presented in a differenet way often helped to some degree in solving issues, but she could only laugh at Jersey's comment. "Come now, Jersey, you sing when you're doing things absentmindedly all the time- and I do believe you were singing to a plant at one point," had he not, getting the succulents for Imperia? Ah, she wasn't sure, but she still offered Tigerlilly a small nod now that she had jumped in to the conversation, her heavy French accent flowing gently through her words. "A pleasure, monsieur Tigerlily. I am Iselotta, our Head Medic. I apologize I hadn't had the opportunity to meet you until now- I understand you joined recently. I hope you're enjoying BlizzardClan thus far."

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    His profession, eh? What was he, one of those people who raised plants? He and his girlfriend would get along pretty well, then (as long as he didn't get that close to her, that is). He wondered where this guy was from, anyways. He knew that, back on the streets, this guy wouldn't last a day doing what he did. All the kids on the block lived like strays, causing a ruckus with the neighborhood dogs or escaping animal control or terrorizing the humans. They didn't do... well, whatever Tigerlily had called his "profession". This was exactly the reason why he didn't know shit about medicine, nor did he express any interest in it. When he got a fresh cut on the nose, what did he do? Tough it out. It didn't hurt after a few hours, depending on how bad it was.


    When he had introduced himself, Jerseyboy almost had to take a moment to get a grasp on what he had said to him. Tigerlily? What? Those were two completely different things, right? Again, he was no botanist, so he didn't have a clue on what the different flowers were. He supposed that Tigerlily wasn't the weirdest name that he had ever heard. The people in the clans just named themselves whatever. "Jerseyboy."


    Hearing Lottie comment from behind him, he let out a soft snort. Yeah, it would be totally like her to take a jab at him. Talking to plants? That was weird, considering that they didn't have mouths or brains or anything. Singing? Not weird. As for the whole incident with the succulents or whatever the fuck, he let out a "tch" and shook his head. "I wasn't singin' to the plant, Lottie. Sheesh." Anything to tick him off, right? He remained quiet as she went off on her whole welcoming spiel, not bothering to add onto it. She had basically given Tigerlily the whole damn rundown, and saying anything now wouldn't be needed.


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    *:･ﾟ✦ Jacob was ecstatic to see Jersey and Tigerlily talking to each other. He'd taken quite a liking to the newer man and he'd been wanting to ask Jersey if he could come over and have dinner with them one night. The boy would hurry over, his wheels squeaking loudly as he stopped beside the others that had gathered. "Hi Jersey, hi Lottie, hi Tigerlily!" The boy would greet in excitement, his tail wagging quickly behind. "Hey, so, I was thinkin' n' maybe all ah' us could have dinner at Jersey's house! Please?" He would say, looking towards Jers with wide blue eyes as he said the last word. Jersey made the best food out of all of them, it only made sense to eat at his house. Maybe they could even work together to make all of it!

    He was alright with one on one conversations, but when it came to two or more people... well, he found it rather had to concentrate. Due to this the doctor only offered a brief nod and smile to Iselotta, remaining quiet for most of the conversation before regaining his voice and speaking up. "It's uh- a pleasure to meet you both. Blizzardclan is proving to be a lovely, if not lively place so far. What really stands out is the variety of flora and fauna that exist upon each island." He hadn't visited that many islands yet, only the enchanted woodlands and cloud forest, but it wasn't too hard to tell that each island was drastically different than the last. Perhaps one day he would find the time to explore them all. Anyway, Tiger had somehow missed the last part of what Jersey had said, glancing at his paws for a moment before looking up to find that Jacob had just arrived. The canine seemed to partially relax at the other's presence, but he soon tensed up again. A dinner at Jersey's place? Eating with other people? It wasn't really his cup of tea. In fact, it was far from it. He preferred to eat in solitude, far away from any prying eyes. "I, uh-" He probably would've stated his objections if not for Jacob's excitement, which caused his words to quickly fizzle out on his tongue. His gaze shifted over to Jersey but he didn't say anything, a sort of nervous yet defeated energy surrounding the canine as he waited for the other's response.