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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]Haha. xD I generated a few for Griz and Wolfy earlier. I think I might have the link to one of them somewhere around here, but I'll have to do some searching.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"Hey, guys," the director would rumble as he slowed to a halt near the trio. "Oliver, Shiya..." A toothy grin would form slightly on his features as he addressed his girlfriend with the nickname he'd given her before their leadership; back when she was only known as Wolfshine. It would likely seem a little confusing to those who didn't know her back then, which, now that he considered it, was quite a few people. Oh well.
Upon recognizing Phantom, his gaze would light up slightly. "Hey! Phantom, is it?" He remembered the jewelry-clad warrior, of course. The guy seemed pretty darn neat to him. Perhaps now would be a good time to further aquatint himself with him.
"How are you settling into the clan?" he casually inquired, flicking a dark-furred ear.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]After a moment's worth of thought, the director would shake his head. "The one's we discussed for potential alliances earlier, of course, but feel free to throw a few more in. Just remember that they have to be relatively peaceful," he instructed. After a pause, he'd add, "Oh - and make sure to instruct messengers to tell people to bring food if they accept, since it's a potluck, too. And also, make it clear that this to get to know other clans, if they ask why a group that's not allied with them is inviting them to a party." Ha... That was a lot. Oh well.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]It was dangerous to come out here as the exact creature that wolves hunted, but for now, it was his largest and most powerful form. Besides, with nine lives and extra bodies, what did he have to lose? This was his land, and he'd be damned if he didn't step up to defend it or its inhabitants.
"Get back to your cabins, kids," the elk instructed, appearing on the scene. His normally lighthearted, goofy demeanor had turned to one more serious. "Get help if you can."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]With their potluck two days away, he supposed it would be best to start getting stuff set up. They already had their invitations ready to go; now, they just needed to get some decorations up, messengers sent out, and possibly some events set up.
"AubadeClanners!" The caracal would take his place on the porch of the leader's cabin. It wasn't often that he'd choose this particular area to call everyone up, but this wasn't necessarily a clanwide-discussion like the one they had on alliances earlier. Things needed to get done and he had to do what his title of director demanded.
"We need to start getting ready for tomorrow's potluck. I'm going to need some volunteers for hosting games, which I'll be accepting ideas for, and some general decoration."
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sending out invitations | being directed by apocalypticplanet | link!
putting up decorations | being directed by happy | link!
Story-telling | Lotusfall | no link yet
Variety Games | Bicyclekit, Smoothwarrior, and Pastelpaw | no link yet
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"Alright." A friendly nod would be offered toward their newest member as Grizzlystar, too, prepared to depart. "Just say the word if you need any help getting around."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"Mind if I have some, too?"
This would be the first time that the red-furred feline actually tried the liquid, but he couldn't imagine it tasting bad. He liked sweet-sour candy. This would just be a liquefied version of stuff like that, right?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"Got it." With the flick of a dark-furred ear, the caracal would turn to trot toward camp. It wouldn't be too far of a walk, but in the meantime, he wanted to try and make conversation.
"You and that other fennifly - are you guys siblings? Friends?" he asked.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]A frown would be evident on the face of the caracal as he approached. There had been a lot of kids on the border as of late, though this was the first one who had been found asleep. Was she left here by someone or something? It almost seemed too convenient.
After shooting Apo a concerned look as if asking what to do, he returned his attention to the kit. "Hey... Are you alright, kid?" he finally inquired.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"Heyo."
On somewhat short legs, the caracal would trot over to join the trio at the border. This was the second hooved creature the clan had, the first one being Bethany. The director found that kind of neat - how their little group had a nice amount of variety among its members.
But admittedly, it wouldn't remain small for very long at a rate like this. He and Wolfy just had to keep it up. Prevent the clan from falling back into its torpid state.
Blinking toward Noia, he'd smile. "I'm Grizzlystar, a director here. Welcome to the clan. What's your name?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]tracking! nwn i'll add the link up to the party preparation thread now
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]A chuckle emitted from the caracal's throat . "Of course," he sighed in mock exasperation, taking on a more formal tone for further comedic effect. "May I have the... uh - oh, privilege, of having a blanket at least? Maybe...? Perhaps...?" Whew. He wasn't good with big words.
Upon being asked about the cabin, his eyes lit up slightly. "Ooh! Umm..." He paused in thought before saying, "I'm gonna have to think about that. Did you have anything in mind?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"I'd be willing to help, the caracal offered, trotting forth. "Where is it found, usually? And how do you tell it apart from the poisonous stuff?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]Hey, another owl! Apo would find that neat, he was sure. He'd feel similarly if there were other caracals in the clan, anyway. Or maybe even Australian shepherds, since he was born one.
"Welcome to the clan. I'm Grizzlystar," he'd meow, slowing to a halt by Wolfstar.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]A slight frown would appear on the caracal's face as he tried to take the youngster's words in. All he knew for certain was that her mother was gone for now. Poor kid. It was probably a ditching case, like several others were.
Tentatively, he'd seat himself. "Hey - it's gonna be okay, kiddo. What's your name?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"Sure. I've got time," he said, continuing along the dusty path.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"Hm?"
The caracal would blink to look toward his avian clanmate; instinctively, he smiled as he always did among other AubadeClanners. It was somewhat convenient, considering that his immediate choice was to reply with, "Yeah, I'm cool." Flicking his bobbed tail, he'd direct his gaze toward the night sky. "Just a little sleepless. I thought I might as well come out here to relax and stuff." Sharing his innermost thoughts wasn't something he did either well nor willingly. Even with those closest to him.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]The caracal turned, lighting up as he saw his daughter. "Pastelpaw!" He trotted over, smiling. "There you are. Are you free right now?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]"Hey, Foreignpup." The caracal would trot up with a smile, his gaze flickering about the small garden. Looked like she was getting a nice amount of assistance. That was good. But regardless, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to ask, anyway. "How's it going over here?" he inquired, turning back to the jackal.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:99%; width:400px;]Truthfully, the only phrase that prompted the director to tag along was the only one he'd heard.
"Anyone else is welcome to come along, too!"
Bobbed tail in the air, Griz would fall right in line behind the trio, smiling. After a short moment, he finally gave into his curiosity and inquired, "So, uh, what are we doing exactly?"
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