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Like Anna, Galaxy had a butt-ton of muse for Bo, but she wasn't sure what threads she should put him in or make. The lanky knight had been wandering around the vast town when his cerulean oculars caught sight of Tobias, seated outside of some type of office building. He didn't have anything else to do with his day, so he started to pad over, offering the tabby a half-smile. "Hey, Toby," Bo called, plopping himself down near the counselor. "What's up? Bored of studying all day?"

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More music? He was beginning to like this place more and more every day. Padding over to the group with his wide ears perked, he would stay silent, listening to the melody. It was strange to hear something so.. different, than what he was used to. Pianos and solo voices was the norm around here, but this new singer sounded a bit strange to Bo. "I.. guess this is alright."

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"Amazing," snorted the serval as he padded over, taking a seat beside the others. His cobalt oculars examined the alabaster beast, an eyebrow quirking in confusion. What was it with the others always finding new bodies to inhabit? And why did everyone have to choose a dragon body? "Never seen a dragon before. A+ for creativity." Wow, he was certainly being rude today. Maybe he needed to get some more sleep instead of staying up all night doing nothing.

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And possibly the last to appear was Bo. The young comic had been snoozing away when he heard the shouts from his acquaintances, and he rolled over in his bed, glancing out of his bedroom window. Being on the second floor didn't help, as all he saw from his position was the tops of trees and other houses and clouds. Sighing, he flopped off of his bed, stumbling to the window and glancing down the street, spotting Sylmae and the others - wait, was that them? Surely it wasn't! It was just a group of guys!

He raised his arm from his side, running his slender hand through his tousled hair. His slender hand? That couldn't be right! He had huge, meaty hands, not dainty, slender ones! Lowering it so that it rested in front of his face, he stared in awe at the feminine appendage, and before long, he took note of the, well, boobs that sat on his - er, her chest. "What the f-"

She stopped, realizing that her voice was higher pitched than that of her male voice. Panicking, she threw her pale blue sweatshirt and black sweatpants, pulling on a pair of dark gray sneakers as she dashed out the door, heading straight for the group. "Sylmae?! It's Bo! What the hell is going on here?!" Bo called, crossing her arms over her chest, obviously panicked. Suddenly, another thing hit her. She wasn't as tall as she used to be. Sure, she was still a head taller than most of them, but she was no longer the 6'5" giant she used to be. "How did this happen?!"

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( whoops i suck at joining threads )

What the hell kind of place was this? Choked by fog and surrounded by winter all the time? Hmm, she figured that it would take some getting used to, but she would be cold for the rest of eternity, seeing as her ruddy brown coat wasn't all that long. Nearly standing on her toes, she attempted to see into the territory, but from the border, all there was to see was the bleakness of mist and tree trunks. She emitted a sigh, and her mossy green optics flicked to her paws. Maybe this was pointless. Maybe this was all a hoax, some big lie told by all the clans. "Hello?" called the girl, her voice seemingly amplified by the quiet around her. "My name is Cloudpaw, and I'm here to join."

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A border patrol? It wasn't in the girl's best interests, but she was still new to the clan, so a lap around the territory was probably in check. Padding over to the group clumsily - damn snow kept getting in her way - the Abyssinian student would dip her head towards those who were already present. "I'm coming along."

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"What the hell..?" came the seriously confused-sounding voice of Cloudpaw as she crept forward, mossy green optics flickering from the walls to the floor. Her paws had been millimeters away from coming in contact with the crimson liquid, and she leaped backwards in order to avoid it. "What's all this for?"

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tracking

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tracking ??

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It had been a while since she held one of these, but much to her annoyance, she had to host another one. It was almost customary for newcomers to meet their new clanmates in events like this, and actually, it was pretty effective. Padding onto the porch of an empty cabin - she was still looking around for one to call her own - the ruddy brown feline took a seat, gazing out at the dim grounds before her. "Meet and greet over here," called Cloudpaw with a sigh.

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Who was this guy, now? Striding over confidently, the skyscraper serval would examine the mountain lion thoroughly, taking note of his armor and his sword. An interesting choice of accessory, he thought, taking a seat beside his clanmates. "Hey," he greeted, running a forepaw through his tousled hair and shooting him a half-smile. "Name's Bo Burnham, pleasure to meet you."

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Battle training? Good lord, he surely needed it, but at the same time, he didn't want it. He wasn't planning on willingly going into battle anytime soon, but if the Noblelands needed his assistance, or if he was forced to, he wouldn't say no. Padding over and glancing between those who had already arrived, the skyscraper serval would take a seat, staring up at Sylmae through half-narrowed eyes.

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Well, hopefully this newcomer wouldn't get too overwhelmed by the girls, because The Noblelands was practically overrun with them. Padding over to stand beside the others was one of the only contrasts to that, and he glanced over Wyvernpaw before offering him a lopsided grin. "Hey, kid," the skyscraper serval greeted, tail twitching to and fro. "Welcome to The Noblelands. Name's Boldstatement Burnham-" Damn, it felt awkward saying his full name. "-but please, call me Bo."

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"Noted," called the serval as he padded over muselessly.

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Hmm, what was this, now? Padding over and seating herself daintily beside the others, the Abyssinian student stared onwards, confused.

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( prepare for a lot of awkward bo heuehueheheueh )

And seated on a bench next to the ice rink was Bo, drooped over his legs as he fumbled with his skates. It had been a while since the last time he had been ice skating, and he was actually kind of excited to get back out there. Tightening his laces, the tall man rose to his feet, instantly locking one of his hands around a railing that bordered the rink. Wobbling only slightly, he made his way around to the actual ice, and he started out onto the slippery surface, sticking close to the railings. "Jesus," muttered Bo, cerulean gaze glancing around.

Unfortunately, he was looking everywhere but below him, and he nearly plowed over two little children. Brought to his attention by a frightened yelp, Bo swerved to the side to avoid them, stumbling and falling into the ice. "Goddamnit," he growled, struggling to push himself up off of the frozen liquid. "Fuckin' kids."

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Well, it wasn't in the comic's best interest to go barging into other peoples' homes, but seeing as everyone else was doing it (and Sylmae wasn't bothered by it), he decided to wander over. Striding over to the patio on his stilt-like legs, Bo would run a large hand through his ruffled, golden-brown hair, leaning up against the side of the house. "Hey," he would greet, eying the girl strangely. Paint? Was there an explosion of some sort? "What happened? Did a clown c-" He cut his sentence short, catching himself before he said anything highly inappropriate for children to hear. "Did a clown throw up on you or something?"

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"Hey, what happened? Get into a fight with a squirrel?" teased the knight as he strode over, examining Wyvernpaw's wounds through cerulean oculars, glimmering with mild concern. Was there going to be a problem with loners now? Ugh, damn things. He glanced towards Rosepaw, flicking his tail tip in thought. The wounds might get infected if they weren't treated, so it was probably the best action any of them could take. "Yeah, someone should get Helixkit.. just in case?"

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"Thank god it's almost spring," came the voice of Bo as he padded over, cobalt gaze flicking to each Noblelander as he passed. Spring had always been one of the knight's favorite seasons, but there was something a bit disappointing about leaving winter behind. Winter seemed so peaceful, with its fluffy snowflakes and the fact that it was quiet outside all the time (it was the best time to think), but seasons come and go, he supposed. "What are you guys up to, anyways? Well, besides poisoning kittens."