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Dean waited by the border of Darkclan patiently. He was ready to finally join a clan after two years of being alone. With his smaller guitar strung over his back the tom blinked his eyes in wait. "Hello." he called out, his black tail lashing behind him. "My name is Dean Wayward. I'm looking to join Darkclan."
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Dean liked to fight, it showed bravery and his skill. Yet the tom had very strong healing knowledge. Sounded good that he pick both. "I can do both, Officer and Healer. Is that a thing with a different tittle?" He asked and stood up and walked over the border, officially part of the clan.
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Dean was walking randomly, his guitar swung over his back. The black tom glanced over and jumped when he heard 'here with gifs!' The newer member walked forwards and looked forward to seeing what he might receive.
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Dean walked forwards. Culture fair? Cool, if only he knew a little more about his new clan.
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The newer officer healer heard stealth class and knew he needed to go. Dean made way over and sat down, setting his guitar to the side so it wouldn't make noise while they trained.
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Dean Wayward was new to the clan and needed
A). friends
and
B). information.
Someone was going to have to rap up all he needed to know about allies and neutrals and enemies. The guitarist lied his guitar next him and called out, his voice deep and cool. "Meet and greet!" his multicolored eyes scanned the area around him for people that may come forwards.
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Dean walked forwards hearing that a clanmate was dead. Even if he didn't know the male he would grieve for him. The guitarist sighed and looked away.
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The feline stepped forwards towards the pup. He really never had seen a young animal like this since he was that age, and that had been a few years. He mimicked what the large dog was doing and half-heartedly patted the pup with his forepaw. "There there." he said and flickered his multicolored eyes from the pup as large as himself and the collie.
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Dean glanced up at Ms. O. "Hello ma'am, Nice to meet you." Dean said and dipped his head to the corporal.
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Dean didn't have but one power and it was conjuration and he was a smaller animal, a cat, so he just waited.
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Dean smiled at the feline the quickly returned his gaze to ms. O. "I would love a tour."
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Dean smiled, now that he had a reason not to comfort the pup. Children weren't his strong suit. "Nice to meet yah I'm dean." He said to Electrica
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// separate
Dean followed, his guitar swaying on his back.
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// Rushed too
Dean padded towards the entrance. The black tom blinked his multi colored eyes dully. Yeah he was excited for the tour, but not much to were he'd bounce off the walls. He stopped and faced the larger animal in front of him. "Hello Ms. O" he said, his guitar swaying behind him as he sat down.
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Dean looked around for someone with a fully black pelt. Shouldn't be hard right?
//mobile
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Dean had pelt and eye color manipulation so now he could pair up with someone for real.
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Dean nodded his head to the new people. Zangetsu and Trickster. Weird names but okay to him.
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Dean nodded his head in return. "Yeah lets go." he said. He focused his mind on his fur and eyes, and became a smaller version of Nicolas almost with the same pattern too, just a little different.
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"Just get the hell out already you whiny b*tch!" Dean growled at the weird looking winged wolf.
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"I'll have one." Dean said, might as well do something here that'll get him noticed.
