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[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]A wolf. Holy shit. The feline stared up at him for a moment, eyes wide. "Uh, my name's Aaron and...business?" he hesitated. What did that mean? Maybe what he wanted to know what it was he was doing. "Getting lost is my business." he said with an almost nervous laugh. Fuck, was this guy going to eat him if he said the wrong thing?

Ah hell, he'd totally fight this guy if he had too. Better start mentally preparing himself now.

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ic. First a wolf and now a lion. Creatures he'd only seen on TV until now. He was definitely far from home.

"Housecat, yeah." the tom replied, reaching up to touch his collar with a forepaw. He'd gotten so used to the sound of the bell that he almost forget he was even wearing it. "My people were in the process of moving houses and I guess I...got separated." Or rather he made the dumb mistake of unlatching his carrier, jumping out, and then promptly getting lost.

It wasn't as if he didn't like the people he stayed with, they took fine care of him and all. He'd just been a little...restless. Eager for something more than a well manicured backyard. But did his regret actions? Maybe a little bit.

He couldn't say he was familiar with this WindClan place but these guys seemed friendly enough so he would trust them for now. "Sounds good. Staying with WindClan for night or two I mean," he replied with a slight nod. "Uh, you might have to explain everything to me though, this is kind of a whole new world."

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[font=georgia]Bear's gaze flickered from Steve to Tony, eyeing the pair with a very mild curiosity. "Beartooth. I'm here to join," he said after a brief moment of silence.

//rushed oops

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[font=georgia]He flicked his tail as the two new strangers approached. He was slightly unnerved by the gathering crowd but his face showed no sign of this. "Cool," he responded with a nod. "I'll probably need to be shown around and stuff. Y'know, unless you want me stumbling accidentally into places I don't belong." he added with a snort.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]Ah the welcome wagon had arrived. He let himself relax slightly as everyone greeted him. He normally wasn't a nervous person but damn, was he out of his element. He couldn't have be more lost and confused if he had been teleported to Mars.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Good to meet you all," the tabby purred warmly. "I could definitely use the help," he added in response to Eskimokisses's offer. "Do you guys live out here in the orchard or...?"

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[font=georgia]All the yelling and commotion brought out the red tabby, who gazed upon the scene with a mixture of confusion and mild disinterest. "What the hell's going on here?" he asked to no one in particular. He didn't know who this girl laying on the ground was..actually he didn't know any of these people yet considering he was still pretty new.

Seems like someone was dead or at least would be pretty soon based on that awful wound. Huh.

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[font=georgia]WAIT what's happening i just joined the other day and im a lost lil baby rip

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[font=georgia]Beartooth was just as oblivious to whatever the hell was going on--and he lived here. Though he was newer and he'd much rather distance himself from drama when it came up. It was really only a matter of time before he got all caught up he supposed. Then he would probably regret ever coming here.

"Welcome aboard," the tabby tom greeted with a small smile.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]Aaron was crouched in front of one of the cottages--the cottage that he supposed was his now. It was mostly cold and empty on the inside save for a single, purple velvet chair that stood forlornly under the window in the living room. The house itself was a familiar sight at least considering his background as a house cat, but it was...different. It lacked the charm and coziness his old home had. Oh well, he'd get used to it.

Eventually, maybe. He was still very inexperienced with this life but he was determined above all else to prove his worth. He just needed to take some time, study up on how to fight and hunt and he'd be sitting there among the best of them in no time. Yeah, he was sure of it.

He glanced down at the bell that adorned the green and yellow collar around his neck. That would have to come off before he'd be able to do anything right. He'd keep the collar if he could but the bell had to go. He reached for the gold trinket and managed to catch it in his jaws, but it was attached too securely for him to pull off.

He frowned and stopped trying before he made a fool of himself.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]He turned as the others approached, hesitating with his response. Yeah, he did need help. But did he want to admit that? It was kind of an embarrassing situation. His silence lasted only a moment before he came to a decision. "Yeah...I could use the help," he replied with a soft chuckle. "I just need to get the bell off, the rest of the collar is fine."

Frankly, he didn't care if they judged him for that. He wasn't ready to give up all hope of ever returning home and he quite liked the colors on him. He remembered his family gathering around the TV during football season, cheering for the guys sporting the same colors he wore on his collar. Aaron figured they must be good colors and so he was proud that he was chosen to wear them--as silly as that sounded.

Oh, he would miss those days.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]i need to get some threads going for this guy so i can get a better feel for how to RP him so!! let's do thissss

bio is in his signature, just click the star.

he's open for pretty much anything except love interests, capture, injury, etc. he's a former house cat so someone should probably teach him how to hunt and fight and stuff, if anyone is up for that. otherwise, feel free to make plot suggestions B^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]"Good plan." He bent his head slightly so the collar would be in a better position as Winter adjusted it. It would probably only take a quick snap of the wolf's jaws to smash the little metal clasp that held the bell in place. "Here, I'll hold it for you and you can see if you can snap it off," he said, moving a forepaw up to secure the collar in place.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]Aaron watched the bell roll to the ground, finally defeated. That should save him romping through the moorlands, scaring off any potential meals. He shook himself, jostling the collar back into its more comfortable position. "That wasn't too bad! Thanks," the tabby purred appreciatively.

His gaze flickered towards the stranger and he dipped his head. "It's Aaron. And don't worry about it, you're probably not the only one. I'm still pretty new around here."

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]sure! shall i make it? :0

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]"Captured?" Aaron echoed as he padded up besides Napstablook, a concerned frown on his face. "Does...that happen a lot here?" Captured by who exactly? What was the point? Maybe it was some sort of hostage situation. He'd seen things like that on TV back at his old home but it didn't seem too unlikely that it would happen in real life as well.

Scary stuff.

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[font=georgia]Aaand, just like that, Beartooth was out of SunClan. Nothing against them personally, it just seemed like he'd arrived at a bad time. He had no patience for any drama or infighting or whatever the fuck was going on over there. Something with that Seafoam guy? He didn't know and he didn't care enough to investigate any further.

So he left without a word to anyone. He didn't know anyone well enough to warrant a goodbye anyway. And now he stood at the ThunderClan border, hoping this place would better fit his standards.

Oh, and he decided to drop his name on a whim. He liked the name Jay--it was simple and not as much a mouthful.

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[font=georgia]"Yeah, Jay. Here to join." Hmm yes, this was a good name choice. It felt...right. His gaze drifted past the stranger and over towards the territory behind him, as if he was just now noticing the shape it was in. He didn't comment on it though.

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[font=georgia]He didn't know who this "Todd" guy was so the joke went over his head and he didn't bother asking for an explanation. "Cool, sounds good." It was definitely for the best that they would be moving out of here soon, the place really didn't look so good. "Anything else I should know or am I free to go?"

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[font=georgia]Jay arrived at the scene, finding his own thoughts mirroring the grizzly's. Building a wagon seemed a little much. "Yeah, we really have that much stuff to transport or what? I mean we all got legs, we can walk just fine."

As a newer member he probably shouldn't be challenging authority like that but...well it just didn't make any sense to him. And besides, how on earth where they supposed to be able to build it? He supposed the larger animals could manage but he couldn't see himself being much help on the project.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]yes that sounds perfect!!

i'm gonna make both threads tomorrow! i was busy today woops