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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He had not quite formed an opinion on meet and greet, yet he was beginning to grow vaguely tired of them, despite having just held one and only attend one. Gravitypaw really did not have to do at the given moment as he was still adjusting to the clan life, that, and he did not want to leave camp. The last time he was in the territory, he had gotten lost for a few hours and had thought he was in China before long. Having discovered a NPC clanmate, they led him back to camp unscathed, but not wanting to do it again."Gravitypaw, hi." meowed the maneless lion as he padded forward, tail tip flicking to and fro.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Appearing shortly after Bakedalaska had, the lion's orange visionaries quickly found the soda can and the mouse. What a combination. Gravitypaw had never had soda before, and he never wanted to, but he was not too sure why anyone would drink that. It was rather unhealthy, yet he really did not care about that. He merely disliked the taste of it and would always go for water any day. "Bad day?" the apprentice inquired gruffly before taking a seat, curling his snake-like tail around his paws.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]She can copy a few words that she picks up on, but she really does not know what they mean nor how actually say a complete sentence. Batcow will probably be able to speak normally in about a month, site time, but she'll still lick people and be all bouncy. Who's up for it? More than one character can teach her as well.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]my muse for batcow is gone
whoops

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He was done with it all. The demon deals, the law of hell, and ultimately looking for Fragilepast. He had been living this life for years and years now, creating a fool of himself that everyone laughed at. Nosferatu was getting up their in age with his body he had possessed since birth and wanted to live his life out in peace for once he body died of old age, so would he. He had lived as a cross road's demon for more years than he could count, but today, he put that all behind him.

He was still a demon, nonetheless, but one who had strayed from his duty. He was a vigilante now. Clan after clan did he hop, joining nearly everyone of them, but SolsticeClan and ThunderClan were his forever homes. "Yo, anyone 'round!?" called out the ebony tom as he approached the border, German accent hanging heavy in this tone. "Don't know if any of ya 'member me, but the name's Nosferatu. Use to a be a leader here and crap like that. Anyway, I'm here to re-join for the thousandth time." Unlike the last time, he was going to stick around. Unlike the last times, he was here to stay.

hello hello
who wants a thread with nossy?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]She was exhausted and starving. Her lithe frame made it easy for her ribs to poke out, showing her large and light rib cage. However, anyone who took her for being a sweet and little girl was deadly mistaken. Aside from the greyhound's light figure, the canine could pack a punch when the situation called for it. Approaching the border, the black and white canine raked her brown visionaries over the horizon, awaiting for someone to arrive.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]i have four characters oml what am i doing?
BUT LOOK AT HER
i'm not sure where to put her, though

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Greyounds are great. I always wanted one, but instead I'm stuck with dobermans, a boxer, and a mutt.

last time i tried to do 4 characters i got so stressed, but i might end up dropping one so i can keep up with this sweetheart

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]I'M SO EXCITED FOR ROUGEONE TO COME OUT
TRY 5 HPS, I HAD THAT MANY TWO SUMMERS AGO
NOW THAT'S STRESS
too bad i killed all of them two months later

i'll check out blizzardclan! hopefully their activity won't kill me

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Nosferatu watched as they all appeared, a hint of disappointment tugging at his heart. The ebony male could not recognize anyone here, and it only fed into the reasons why being immortal sucked. You outlived everyone, your friends, family, and rivals until you were the only one left. He did not mind meeting and making friends with new faces, but nostalgia hung heavy in his heart. "It's nice to meet ya dearies!" exclaimed the domestic cat to all who greeted him. Shifting his gaze to the others he noticed they were all... dogs. It was a strange coincidence, but looking up at them to talk was rather tiresome.

Being use to his saber tooth body, he was use to looking down upon people, so this was quite the change of pace. Shifting his emerald gaze to Viakit, he gave a shake of his head. "Nope. I'm a demon who use to live in hell. The heat down there is nothing compared to the heat up here. I'm just use to it, really." Nosferatu was truly use to it for the heat in the mortal world was not as bad as some portrayed it out to be. Looking to Hurricanpup, he gave yet another shake of his head. "Nah, I'm good. But thanks!" Finally, his gaze looked to Armypaw where the demon looked him over for a brief moment. 'You're quite the cute one. Ya single?" Nosferatu inquired with his signature trademark. He was kidding for the most part. Having been married twice and in quite a few relationships, he felt it was time to wind down from everything, but flirting was still fun to do.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Her paws ached and her stomach proceeded to demand for food. She had come quite a ways, and having spent the night at SkyClan, she had finally made it. In all honesty, the young greyhound was not sure what drove her to this place, but she was rather determined to do so. It was the only place that seemed slightly appealing to her, but was that all? The female was not here, but she was here, nonetheless. "Rogueone, joining." spoke the girl in a blunt and almost demanding tone. She was exhausted, so it was natural of her to want to be blunt. The sooner she got this over with, the better.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Track.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"I appreciate it, thank you." Rogueone barked with a curt nod of her head. No one here seemed too lively, but of course the greyhound probably looked like a walking zombie herself. As soon as she arrived at camp, she would quickly select a den and sleep until exhaustion no longer plagued her. The assassin had been quite productive over the past weeks, but for now, she needed a place to hide her and provide her with the basic necessities, at least for the time being. Adverting her copper gaze to Marius, she let out a huff, "Charming little fellow, aren't you?" she spoke, sarcasm dripping from her words.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Drawing his emerald gaze away from the apprentice, he then looked to Paintedgaze. "Nice to meet ya too." meowed the domestic before he sat, curling his tail around his paws. As he moved, the cross necklace that hung from his neck swung to and fro, catching the sunlight and reflecting it off. Blinking an eye to block out the reflection caused by the necklace, be brought up a paw to pressed it to his chest, causing to movement to cease. "Well, hell is hotter than, well, anything up here. It constantly smells like sulfur and blood and everyone is either screaming or throwing things at each other. But it actually isn't that bad. We have a nice petting zoo and an all-you-can-eat buffet." angling his small, rounded ears forward, his attention quickly found Samuel as the hound approached. "Yo Sam, long time no see, kid. How've ya been?"

Sure thing. Who makes?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Yep. I'll pm it to you when it's up.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]This place brought back memory after memory for the older male. Even with a blind fold on could he point out the tree his former husband had hung himself from, the place where he raised his two daughters, and the place where he committed his many suicide attempts. It was hard to believe he use to be a leader here during the brighter days of ThunderClan, despite how short his reign had been. It had been three years since then and everything had cleared up. He had moved away, got re-married, and found a new life. With his second husband missing in action now, Nosferatu grew tired of being deputy and a high position for near every clan he joined, thus he retired back home.

The cross road's demon weaved through the brush and vegetation, heading to a giant oak that grew outside of the camps reached. As he reached it, the ebony feline came to a stop and tilted his head back, looking up at the lower branch. Looking closer and closer could he still see where the rope had rubbed the bark off of the branch. He had forgiven William since that day, but he would never forget the hell he had gone through after that. Taking a seat, the male curled his head around his paws, alluring emerald visionaries proceeding to examine the oak as if he was expecting something extraordinary to occur.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]It would have been plausible for the male to be susceptible to the heat more than most, however, he was use to it. This heat was nothing compared to the places he had been, that, and the coverage that the trees provided shielded the most damaging rays. Out of his four bodies, only one was not solid black and that was his original body. It was a striped hyena, which was a light, sandy color of fur, the stripes and markings on his face being the only black part. Part of him wanted to return to that body, but for now, he was happy with the one he was possessing now.

Sensing the other male before he even spoke, the domestic turned his toward him as he neared. When it came to Nosferatu, he did not care about personal space, really. The only time he minded it was when someone was in his face for that got on his nerves. After siring and mothering more children than he could remember, one would think he would be use to it for having dealt with young children for the most part. Despite that, he still hated it. "Join the club bucko." the ebony cat meowed, tail tip flicking to and fro. It was a shame no one remembered him, but immortality was the root of it all. You would always out live your friends and family, and all of his children who inherited his demonic bloodline seemed to have gone their own way. "Name's Nosferatu Gabriel, but Nos works too." the emerald-eyed male spoke. Aside from the eyes, the two felines looked identical, both sporting the obsidian-hued coat. Aside from the eye color, Nosferatu was much smaller than your average domestic cat, not quite a munchkin cat, but not a full size one either. "Tempest, hm? Are you like a wind god or some shit like that?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Watching the apprentice get flustered at his words, the male let out a chuckle, amusment flashing within his eyes. "Relax kiddo, I'm just gettin' a rise outta ya. Plus, you're a little young for me."

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