Clover was definitely going. She approached, waiting her turn. Listening to the questions she thought for a moment. She was always lazy anyways... so she had plenty of energy. Infact She lay down, awaiting her turn. Ah. Such a nice day to do nothing. Hmmf.
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Heh. Ikr. There is no way to help her half brother out of this love life.
A high rank or a dragon? Yeah. Fawnpelt is gonna have trouble being the good sister in this.Omg I can imagine it now. Whoever tad ends up with asking Fawnpelt permission to marry her brother. Fawn is gonna be like: wtf. I dont know how to do this. Please help me.
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Well. Clover felt this clan looked a little boring... and with everyone recoverong, why not decorate the place? She had already planted a few flowers at the entrance and had all sorts of bright colors next to her. She was splattering paint on the bushes/rocks of the entrance. Everyone she moved, the permanent paint became her paw prints, leaving her marks where ever she went. All of her paws were covered in paint, blue, pink, and green splatters stuck to her fur. Yet she was smiling. Having a great time!
The paints remained open for others and she had plenty of seeds if they wanted to plant flowers around the camp. -
"It's paint. Humans use it sometimes. You guys can help." Clover said happily, spraying paint on the ground. She turned to her audience, taill wagging. She allowed a smile onto her features.
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//perfectly fine!
Clover had been digging in the sand for no reason. It just felt good. When she looked up, she spotted the feline before approaching. "Hello." The dog greeted him. Her long silky tail wagged slowly. She didn't think she and this tom had met...
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"Digging." Clover answered bluntly. She was digging, but also looking for a fee crabs. Mmm. Crab legs.
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[font=times new roman]Yes, the golden retriever had been gone a long time. Yes, she had tracked her clan here. Yes, she was pretty sure she was the only canine alive. But did that matter?
No. No it didn't.
Around her was a dance floor, behind her a full DJ set. She padded over there, sitting down and getting ready to play full blast.
She was home and she was coming home big.
The conjured dance floor lit up with all sorts of colors and she wagged her tail. All she had to do was press play. Her paw slammed down on the button and the music blasted, louder than loud.
"Yo yo yo! Clover in the hooooo(arooooooo)se!" Her how echos over the microphone and speakers as she attempted to grab the attention of her old clan. Ah, it was nice to finally smell the familiar scents of her old home. Lights flared as the music continued to play full blast.
//say hello to the party animal
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SAY HELLO TO PARTY ANIMAL
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Now she had somebody's attention, she turned the music down to a respectable level. Larkpaw? Huh. The fem looked bigger now. But then again it had been moons since she last saw the feline.
"Yo, whaddup dawg? Oh this? Just a "I'm back my people" party." She barked over the dance music. She put the music on shuffle and padded down from her place to tower over the other. Her tail was wagging the entire time as she stomped a paw to the beat.
//RIP Benny.
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DANSE IS GONE CAT
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"Maplepaw!" Clover barked gleefully, turning away from Larkpaw to bow down to Maplepaw ' level. She laughed, lightly nudging her friend with her nose. "Boy did I miss you too!" She added, tail going a mile a minute.
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"I tracked you guys, and I ate before I got here. And I'll gladly play, any day, any time!" Clover barked to her old friend, carefully reaching out a paw to swat at Maplepaw. She didn't aim to hit Maplepaw, only to hit the ground in front of her with a playful 'woof'.
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The happy go-lucky female noticed the hybrid. For once. He looked like a dragon but had many dog features. Cock img her head, she padded over to him. She studied the drawings on the ground. "Yo. What's with the long face, fellow amigo?" She would ask gently, long tail wagging slowly.
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Clover offered a smile. "That's no reason to be upset. Think of them as awesome battle scars. They came from a battle you won." She attempted to be uplifting, tail wagging faster as she said these things. Her chocolate eyes studied the dogon.
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//*brings in clover because I want her back*
"Benedict!" Came the DJ canine, bounding forward. She leapt clear over Lunalight and skidded forward, unfortunately right into her old friend. "Yo, homie! Great to see ya again, daawg!" She spoke to him, bouncing back and wagging her feathery tail as quick as possible. The set of headphones around her neck indicated that she had done some improving on her job. She dropped to a bowing position, still thinking it was him.
*ships more*