got the horses in the back - temporary joining

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    ✧ he was young, happy, and quite the wild card. upon his head a mud brown hat from his human, along with a fire red bandana. if you didn't know by the pure look of it, when he opened his mouth it was easy to tell. he was from a farm house. a natural cowboy, trapped in the body of a 10 month old kitten. that didn't stop bo, however. everything had a bright side and he just knew it. like him finding his way to bloodclan. he knew nothing of clan life, but he had morals and standards. and he didn't know it now, but soon enough, he would be leaving this place for some place with morals as high as his. but for now, he would call his place a home. "howdy? is anybody 'round here?" the southern tone fell from the youngun's mouth, his blue orbs shining with enthusiasm and pure happiness. something this place definitely lacked.




    //for anyone that wants to know, he is young and kind of naive but he won't be staying here for long after he figures out what bloodclan does for a living.

    Rulindil had never seen a feline with such odd objects on them. The red bandana, the hat, what were they for? He didn't know, but he had to say he was a tad curious, and he wasn't usually a curious man. Slinking forth from the shadows he melted into existence, his immense form carrying him towards Bo. "Indeed, there is," he confirmed with a nod of greeting. He'd only heard a voice like Bo's once before but even then it was a tad different, it came from that old tom, One Eye, that sometimes lingered around the blood house. "What's your name and your reason for being here?" He questioned with a slight wave of his kinked tail towards his paws where the tips of his claws were hardly poking out amongst the thick tabby fur. He wasn't a violent man, in fact he liked to think he was a pacifist, but he'd been aching to dig his claws into something lately, and if this tom before him didn't have any business with Bloodclan then he just may be Runil's stress reliever.

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    lithe figure of sable delight gently breathes an air of dignity and sophistication, gently yet keenly approaching the newcomer. virid orbs of delicate curiosity drifted towards the unmistakable immense silhouette of rulindl, after quick consideration on viper's part, he followed the smoky tabby to find a rather interesting sight: a cat with a hat, with a bandana draped around his neck. an accent preceded him, an unmistakable one at that. in place of physically talking, viper merely accompanied rulindl to address the foreigner.

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    seven spends much of her time alone. to be honest, she cares not for most of bloodclan's...culture. it's a bit too barbaric for a space-cadet like herself, but it does have its merits every now and then. so why is seven still living here? the answer is simple: this is where her family lives. how could she leave her family? granted, they rarely interact...hmm. she isn't even that close to her mother anymore. interesting. perhaps she should do more to strengthen those bonds before they drift away completely. yes. sooner rather than later.


    it takes the cinnamon smoke a moment to realize that she has arrived at a small congregation at cats. and one in particular stands out from the rest. the young tom sports a cowboy hat and a bandana...nice. she smiles her dreamy smile as she wanders closer. "well hello there," murmurs the young she-cat, heterochromatic eyes drifting over the newcomer with interest. "i like your decorations." is that what those things are called? seven isn't positive, but the red collar thingy is quite lovely.

    ✧ oh. there was. these cats looked a bit less than friendly, but bo was too friendly to care. a smile waving on his face, the kitten took off his hat, pulling it close to his chest. "bo! name's bo! uh, I was lookin' ta join this place if possible." he said before flashing a smile towards viperkit, and turning to seven who was complimenting his.. decorations? ah, she must of meant his hat and bandana. "thank ya!" the soft gray tom purred, eyes lighting up brightly at the nice gesture of words. he did enjoy compliments very much.

    The sharp clang of metal as the brute pushed off from the lid of a trashcan rang out against the still air. His overly large frame landing with a dull thud upon the ground as he made his way over to peer upon the figure that was Bo. They had a few others that also had joined as of late and he was ever curious about the ones that found them. It wasn't like Bloodclan was a public spectacle but he was sure that the rumors wandered far and wide of the band of rogues that lived with savagery in mind. Housed together underneath a set of laws and regulations. His head tilted to the side a bit as his stalked forward, overgrown pearlescent daggers dragging against the ground with each step that he took. "I don't see why not. You're young and fit to live here. But be warned that some might try to intimidate you. I'm Wildseas, the deputy here and Ruth is the leader but you'll meet her soon enough."