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  • JUST A REFLECTOR > JOINING

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    All his life, the tawny creature had been a lone wolf. All his life. Not suddenly butting in and saying that he was going to be all amazing and change that this instant, but Arny would attempt at a change to his lonely, uncolorful ' life,'.
    Words meant nothing, he relied on himself, and the few others that he had come upon in need of help, were just strays he took pity in. The Timber Wolf didn't appreciate company. Ah, forgive me, he completely despised others.


    But that changed.
    Soon before this decision, he had met a feline, and befriended the dictionary - eating fluffball. taking mostly pity and sympathy in the cat, he had been gentle and kind to him. and now they would join together.


    The ' Thatcher,' padded towards the border, a mix of curiousity and determination in his gaze. But he wasn't all perfect. He was.. uncertian and confused about the sudden choice, as well. Watching the woods in hope of an encounter with a Darkclan patrol, the loner would await assictance in joining this clan.

  • BITE ( Meet & Greet :: open ) DOWN

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    " Greetings." the tall Timber Wolf would greet, padding over, nails clicking against the groud. A small, tiny sound, but sharp in the Apprentice's ears. darn, sometime sbeing a canine, with his sharp heraing, sucked. But mostly, it was a sturdy, wonderfully muscled and built body and perfect for most of the male's every - day needs.


    " Arnfreid ' Arny,' Thatcher." the five month old would introduce himself, dipping his tan head at the Commander, Mikasa, who he had encountered before. " Mikasa Xerses, correct?" he questioned the Commander, briefly cocking his head as he awaited an anwser.

  • JUST A REFLECTOR > JOINING

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    A sniff of disbelief was taken place, from the five month old, as he noticed how quickly a Commander seemed to find the duo. He decided not to reply, since the calico had in his place, as stated, and just blink at the young femme, unease plain on his face. No, it won't be fine he wanted to say, breaking his little comfort bubble, I can't take it. But he didn't. He was scared.


    He didn't reply to the 'paw either, quietly averting his sight from the Commander to the son of Rubytuesdays and Sharkbait. Now, because it was simply unneeded, because Logoleptic stated that, loud and clear, moments before. That was what the canine apprentice decided, anyway. And then yet another slunk over.
    The Corporal - who seemed less bad to anwser to, by the way - was already answered before the strong, lean Darkclanner - he thought with a hint of pride - could open his jaws. ' Gee, thanks, man,' Arnfried Thatcher quoted, was said by Logo, his companion. Not much else to say there, so he would move on.


    There came Unity, Articflame, and lastly Kingcandy, all with the same perpouse - a sense of welcome drove them to say those words to the two newly joined mammals standing beside the border. So, the Thatcher could not see why there would be a reason to have a tounge in those few, short, neat minutes.
    " No, I'd just not found a reason to respond to any of the comments, yet." he would reply, more gentle than the would say to others. Then, he followed the diplomatic, calico kitten over the border, one step at a time.

  • BITE ( Meet & Greet :: open ) DOWN

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    Commander Arnfreid Thatch? Huh? " F - forgive me, but I think you must be mistaken." the five month old canine would manage, awkwardly cocking his head. He hadn't been promoted, so he was no Commander. It wasn't possible to be promoted in a few hours of living in a clan.
    " I am no Commander."


    [size=1]did I call him a commander? oops[/size]

  • lend me your [ open; Rif thinks about leaving ] ears, and i'll sing you a song

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    Disloyalty. Ah, ah. The loyalist would pad over, his mouth a straight line. Army felt rather.. angry? Betrayed? All those. He had clanmates, who not only were disloyal, but who favoured other clans over Darkclan. It brought a pang of sadness mixed with anger to his heart. The Thatcher wasn't pleased with Rifle, or the apprentice's thoughts, at all.
    " ...alright." was all he managed, though the only thing he wanted to scream, was how could you? aren't you loyal, you scumbag? But those words didn't come out.

  • i just thought [THREAD FOR ANNIE TO MEET NEW PEOPLE] you were a terrible liar

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    Patrol, hunting, walking, or smiwwing would be good suggestions, Arny thought as he padded over, non - existent eyebrows scrunching up, thoughtful. " Would anyone like to patrol, or otherwise look for enemy scents?" he suggested simply, voice as usual, gruff and anything but ' nice, ' or ' causal, '.
    Even killing those enemies would cease his sharp, harsh boredome. Anything.


    [size=1]AoT would refer to Attack on Titan, a popular anime.

  • POKEMON, GOTTA CATCH EM ALL || au thread ( pokemon :3 ), open!

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    The young Luxray would slink over, watching the spar with an intrested multi - colored gaze. " Would anyone else like to spar, but along with me this time?" he questioned, a spark of electricity wrapping deftly over each fang, meaning to show, to those who do not get yet, that Arnfreid ' Arny,' Thatcher, was an electric - type.