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    /can't decide where i want to put him so trying out many places, shamelessly copy and pasted this thread sorry


    He has been travelling for quite a while, and it is only a matter of time before the handsome young man finds himself on BlizzardClan territory, feeling himself engulfed in an odd, unified scent. There is no stopping him when he steps foot into the chilly land of the floating archipelago, a shiver runs down his spine when his paw pad makes soft contact with the earth. Laslow is aware that this place isn't very ideal for his finer tastes, but he has voyaged a long way and frankly, the inexperienced mercenary would take what he could get.


    There is a fire within him, one that intends to spread happiness in joy in dire times. He comes equipped with nor a sword nor shield, but his hopeful expression of jubilee is enough for the boy. A blue pointed tail swishing against the floor of the marsh, Laslow seats himself, taking in his surroundings with vigor. Another day was only another chance to do something correct, to meet new people. Perhaps he would even meet a lovely lady, and they could go out for a meal, I am getting ahead of myself! Exclaims the gray-haired boy in his mind, snorting at himself. I must at least think about asking her first! Now, perhaps this way of thinking is rather odd to others, it feels as if there is no optimism to speak of in any of these clans. Laslow believes that is why he was sent here, to spread joy and laughter.


    But it starts with one place, this place. And for now, the young feline must wait - he knows how this goes - wait at the border, become initiated. While his loyalty, above all, belongs to his duty, there is no harm in staying a while and settling down.


    "speech."



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    White paws pressing into the desert-like sands of the beachfront, Henry travelled a serene figure across the pale waves of both water and earth. The biome islands flaosted a constant, miraculous force above him, but he had retreated down below to bury something long ago. Now he was just walking, an aimless action, until he so felt compelled to return to the temperate forest above.


    Right as that feeling began to surface, his dull gray eyes caught sight of an unfamiliar figure traipsing along the border. He blinked, humming with thought as his feet instinctually brought him to the border edge. That’s what clancats were supposed to do, right? “Hiya,” Henry greeted with a smile, eyeing the teen with a critical gaze masked behind his uppity demeanor. The kid seemed friendly enough.


    Instead of the usual drab “hello, how are ya, what are you doing here” spiel, the alabaster figure teetered a bit on his long legs idly before deciding upon: “Do you know how many rows of teeth a great white shark has?”

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    No wait. That isn't how this is supposed to go.


    Laslow is taken aback by the strangers inquiry. Is this some sort of initiation game? What would happen should he get the question wrong. The kid blushes and looks away. What even is a shark? Oh gods, it was his first day and he was already messing up. But knows, deep down that he's braver than this. Maintaining his composure, the feline manages to mutter out an, "Uh..." Before retreating back into his mind once more.


    Sharks, sharks, what did he know about sharks? Were those those odd creatures with the hooves and the long faces? No, those are horses. Any idiot should know that. The blue point pouts in defeat, letting out one more bashful response. "I don't know.... two?" At this point his answer is a shot in the dark, certainly wrong, but most creatures have two rows of teeth, he thinks, perhaps this odd man is trying to deceive him.


    "speech."



    i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

    Henry’s ever-present smile remained perfectly in tact as he eyed the younger creature, a sweet tilt of his lips which never seemed to cease. He’s almost reminded of Olivia, in the way this stranger ducked his head, flustered and blushing, before spurting out an answer with forlorned confidence. Henry smiled even more, leaning back to stand up straight and tilting his head with feigned thoughtfulness. “Sure, if two means five,” he cackled, snapping his jaw as if for proof.


    Satisfied with his pre-investigation, Henry gives a nod of his head. “But anyway, what brings you here, stranger?” he finally inquired.

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    He'd done this whole spiel not that long ago. This was a little different than Wes' though, for starters this kid was on the islands, and then of course there was the shark question. Why had he not been asked that? Wes glanced at Henry as he approached with a lopsided smile and a polite nod, "evening Mr. Henry." His gaze shifted to the flustered joiner who seemed to be trying his best given the strange question. "How're you?" He greeted, not sure what else to say. There wasn't much to add seeing as Henry had gotten to what Westerby assumed was the usual greeting. Did he ask his own random question or would that just be annoying? Yeah, it'd probably be annoying.


    "I just joined too," he said, "but I didn't get no question." With a laugh in his voice he looked over at Henry then back to Inigo, "I'm a little jealous if I'm being honest." Of course he was joking. If the same question had popped up when he first joined his reaction would be just the same as Inigo. Except he would have said a hundred or something since the answer seemed too obvious, but that would have made him just look even more stupid than he already did. Lucky he didn't get asked how many rows of teeth a shark had then, huh?

    This would be one of many times he would do this speech, putting a paw on his chest his soliloquy rings out. Answering Henry's inquiries. "Many people call me Laslow the handsome, or Laslow of the indigo sky. But we're all friends here! So you may address me by Laslow." His accent adds to his words, making them sound fragrant and theatrical. The young adolescent then is greeted by Wes, who seems to be making a joke. Did this mean we was special? Surely not. He hadn't spoken more than a bible verse's worth of words. But at that, he gives the fellow male only a bashful look before continuing. "I seek somewhere I can take refuge, only for a few days unless I decide this place suits my fancy."



    "speech."



    i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

    ✧ — the calico feline had been relatively alright simply practicing dancing in the forest, though kept herself hidden in the canopy of the trees- and, to her annoyance, kept messing up because the fear that someone was watching kept creeping up on her. so, untying the dancing ribbon from her wedding band, the femme hugged and shuffled out of the forest, only to be confronted with the sense of a newcomer- the scent, the general feeling- so decided against her own reluctance to go and greet the other.


    she dipped her head to the male, who seemed rather bashful despite how he spoke highly of himself. the calico femme offered him a small, gentle smile of greeting as she came to a halt beside henry, her fluffy tail swishing lightly to and fro behind her. “well... laslow,” she murmured, slightly unsure of what to address him as since he used three different names. “you’re certainly welcome to... um, stay with us for a little while... i hope you like it here.” she answered, swallowing her embarassment. “oh! i almost forgot, um... my name is olivia.”