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he was almost taken aback by her voice, not hearing it the first time, he was rather stunned. he didn't mind francis's french, but damn this girl was pretty. she seemed to petite and gentle, something he liked in a person. he swayed slightly, brushing softly against blaine in the process as he offered her a soft smile "of course you may, parispaw. my name is fifteenpaw, it's quite a pleasure to meet you." he would purr, heterochromatic gaze bright as he looked at her. of course, his awe was short lasted, she was quite pretty but he didn't know her, so he wasn't sure if he would even like her. that and the fact that he was not-so-low-key crushing on blaine.

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an art trade sounds fun, homie c:

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"ah, hello again, i was there when you joined. how is everything so far, paris?" the black smoke would say as he approached, taking a seat near her and yawning, seeing as he had just awoken from a nap. and a good nap, at that. the trainee still thought she was rather beautiful, but he wasn't so much in awe anymore. a lot of people were pretty, but pretty was nothing. he shuffled for a moment, deciding to conjure a cup of tea in a fine china cup, smiling slightly "would you like some tea?" he would question before taking a sip.

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blood. he almost felt sick by how hard the scent hit him. blood and... margaery? oh, she better not be dead. she'd better not be. the fluffy black smoke was rushing towards the scene when he found her corpse and a stranger putting on her necklace? oh fuck no. "w-who... the fuck do you think you are!" he would yell angrily, bristling as he approached the intruder. "you killed her! she's fucking dead! fix it, now. right now god damnit." he snarled, almost sobbing now. miss margaery couldn't be dead because of some intruder who was stealing her necklace? this person was sick. little did he know that marg had simply died and was in a new body, but he was too livid to realize that.

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ngl i think paris is absolutely adorable. maybe she and fif could bond a little bit? he could bake with her and she could teach him some french while they bake.

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fifteenpaw smiled as the others come over. he conjured a platter of muffins and cupcakes, and a few fine china cups of tea "alrighty, what should we play? we could do spin the bottle, or something a little more family friendly like the game of life or monopoly." he'd suggest, smile bright as he inspected everyone who had came, even the leader was here.

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fif took in a deep breath and attempted to hug marg "i'm sorry miss margaery." he would murmur, clearly very shaken now that he wasn't angry. "what happened? why did they kill you?" he would question softly, shuffling a bit. she seemed almost lighter in that body, like she was glad that something changed.

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"yo, not sure if we've met before, but my name's fifteenpaw. and as for more about this place, not much to know. we're all pretty nice people, i know the old territory is below the floating islands that we're on." he shrugged as he approached, taking a seat near blaine and offering the girl a bright smile "if you wanna explore, i could come with." he'd suggest. he hadn't really explored all the biomes or the old territory yet.

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fifteenpaw trotted up near the others, offering the joiner a bright smile. he could recall joining about two months ago, he was hyper and excited to be independent. that changed a bit, but not much. he was a little calmer now, more laid back, and he knew there was bad in the world, and he was lucky to have found blizzardclan instead of the exiles.

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fifteenpaw was a social butterfly, so, of course, he wanted to meet this person. the fluffy black smoke trotted up to the male, dipping his head and offering a smile "yo, name's fifteenpaw. pleasure to meet you." he'd say, taking a seat as he flicked his tail tip, thinking of what to ask. "so, hmm, how is blizzardclan treating you?" pretty basic question.

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"yo! next week i'm holding a massive training session with some of blizzardclan's allies that we're not as close with. there's going to be close-range sparring, long-range, non-power, weapon training and a lesson on how to make some weapons. if anybody would like to help sort this out or has any more ideas, it'd be great if you could come here!" fifteenpaw would call out as he sat in camp, looking around to see if anybody would help. he knew blaine would help and maybe kou, but he'd need a lot more people to help hold events.

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"what's with my name? did i do something?" the male would question as he approached, stretching and plopping down near fallpaw and offering the wild dog a smile before looking at the rest of the group, and finally landing his gaze on blaine. he'd faintly heard that blaine was holding a q&a. "are we talking about how great of a friend i am?" he would question jokingly, rolling to his back and looking at everybody while upside down. it seemed everybody was interrogating him about something. in all honestly, fif was as gay as gay could be for blaine, but he wasn't going to just out and ask, for he still held the fear that blaine would reject him and his friendship from there on out.

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fifteenpaw was bored and it seemed blaine had done one of these, so why not he do it, himself? it seemed interesting and now people could get to know him a bit better "yo homies, come ask me some questions, whatever questions you want." he'd say, heterochromatic gaze flicking around at the people in camp.

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"that sounds wonderful, guys, thank you. and as for when, maybe next week? i'll have to ask tama or suite about how ally relationships are looking right now." he'd reply, dipping his head to paris and kou, happy to see that people were willing to help.

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"hey homie." fifteenpaw would say as he approached her, a tired look on his face but he was fine other than that. he'd stayed up for a while planning his event. "name and business, please." he'd then ask, offering the wild cat a bright smile as he looked over her. she seemed unnecessarily nervous, but he was rather laid back, so perhaps that would help.

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joel stood impatiently at the disgusting smelling border of the exiles, heterochromatic eyes flickering back and forth anxiously. why did these people take so long? his perception of time was off, for it'd only been a few minutes and it felt like he'd been standing there for ages. he began to shuffle, stomach feeling uncomfortably empty. perhaps if they were rude he'd eat them. sounded like a plan, but he pushed the thought aside. he quickly began to wonder if he was at the wrong place... maybe this was an old territory of the exiles? perhaps.

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ive had to rewrite this post three times now because of a damned verification thing

the face that she was in his head made him uncomfortable. did she know that he had mentally threatened to eat them? oh well. if she did, she didn't say anything about it. the male shuffled for a moment, struggling to speak. he hated himself for that. "uh, y-yeah, ah, my name is j-joel, im here to j-j-joi-join." he 'd force out, stuttering and cringing slightly after doing so. he hated that. he shuffled once more, pain shooting to his stomach. he was starved. perhaps his first mission would be to feed himself, maybe on the members of the clans that littered the world. sadly, normal prey just didn't seem to satisfy him anymore.

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joel padded over with delicate paw steps, eyes narrowing just slightly as he watched her. "y-y-you look to be in... p-pain." he would say quietly, tail tip twitching anxiously. it was unfortunate, but none of his concern. he was completely fine except for existence in general. oh well, he was far too much of a wimp to commit suicide. he slowly sat, wrapping his tail around his paws, the tip twitching in an odd rhythm.

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perhaps joel could capture her at some point in her life? could be for development purposes or otherwise. he'd probably toy with her mentally and threated to eat her.