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    — OUR BONES ARE TOO WEAK

    His introduction was long overdue, likely to the relief of those present to witness is joining. To describe things in simpler terms, Beau's appearance was anything but striking. His physicality would presumably be most comparable to a rodent plagued with mange to most ShadowClanners, and his personality was best outlined as sardonic. He was hard to understand at times, even he was confused by his own sentiments. His ruminations had improved since he had an interval of time to regain some of his weight and strength, so hopefully he wouldn't make a complete ass of himself this time around. With a prolonged clearing of his throat, he urged himself onto an elevated slab of stone where he could easily be distinguished. "Meet and greet, right this way, love bugs." He droned causticly, moderately exasperated over having to delay his lunch over this matter.

    bio | "speech"

    Jeminai remembered when the tom had arrived at camp, and she hadn't had a chance to speak with him yet. She walked over, twitching her whiskers in curiosity as he announced a meet and greet. "Hello, I don't think we've been introduced yet. I'm Jeminai, deputy of ShadowClan. What's your name?"

    "Speaking" ~ Thinking ~ Fighting :: TAGS


    "Bit of advice, Butterfly, but more cats would come to your meet and greet if you sound more eager to have it," Lightningspirit drawled, sauntering over behind Jeminai with a glowing cobalt eye. This guy was certainly a weird one. He not only lacked fur on the entirety of his body, but he falted much emotion. Not that it made him much different from any of the other cats in Shadowclan. Apparently here, you're either angry or your sarcastic, unless your Jaggedpaw or, of course, Lightning, whom was a mix of whatever the hell she wanted to be. She grinned at the male, looking him over up and down. She had developed the enjoyable need to flirt with just about everything that walked - but this was an ugly fellow. But perhaps she was just biased. After all, the only time she'd seen a cat displaying leathery, wrinkled skin like this one was Pumpkinpatch with half her face burned off. Had that happened to this dude?

    Gnarly.

    "Im Lightningspirit, pleased to meet'cha," she said, with an exaggerated bow.




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    — OUR BONES ARE TOO WEAK

    And so the party commenced. Beau's expression enlivened a bit in acknowledgement of ShadowClan's deputy. He indeed wasn't fully familiarized with her, so he was eager to disclose his name. "Ayy, Jeminai, and you'd be correct. Name's Beau, pleased to be acquainted witch'a." Luckily for him, manners weren't a recurrent substance in ShadowClan, so he slackened a bit on his speech. His prodigious ears distinguished the joking tone coming from Lightningspirit, which produced a subdued chuckle in the depths of his throat. "I can already feel the joy oozing from my pores." A roguish grin tugged at his features after the delivery of this phrase, indicating his reposing disposition. "Lightningspirit, easy to remember. Lucky your name's not Beau." Needless to say, he wasn't appeased with his painfully short title, but he had grown accustomed to accommodating for it.

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