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  • open ★ joining - 12 PARSECS

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]He was too old for this. Plain and simple as that. Still, the smuggler was slowly trotting towards the border of StormClan, ears flicking. StormClan and BlizzardClan. That was the plan at least. He hardly ever stuck to plans, but his granddaughter was determined; something about twice as many friends... More numbers... He had no idea anymore. Perhaps she had caught on to his fears. She wasn't stupid, and he did desperately want to find somewhere safe for them to stay, for her to stay.


    Frowning, he glanced behind him, doing so more than once. Where the kriff was she anyway? "Hey kid, you keeping up?" She got distracted far too easy. Muttering quietly, he shook his head before sighing. All that was left to do was wait. Both for someone to meet them here, and for Lessa to finally show her face.
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  • open ★ joining - 12 PARSECS

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Han held back another sigh, especially at the mention of Lessa's 'papa'. Yeah, he hoped they left him in the dust alright. Trying to wince at the pang in his heart, he turned his head at the sound of a new voice. "I'm certain they're friendly, kid," he murmured, aiming to push her head down playfully with his paw.


    "We're interested in a duel alliance," he stated, knowing full well he'd be the one doing all the talking. Which was exactly how he got of everything, no matter what everyone else says. "With you, and BlizzardClan, if that's alright. Name's Han, Han Solo, the kid's my granddaughter, Lessa."
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  • open ★ boring conversation anyway

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The pine marten was laying down just outside StormClan's camp, eyes half-closed as he dozed off, letting his fur soak in some warmth from the sun. The old smuggler, despite being half asleep, had a slightly furrowed brow. He knew he really shouldn't worry too much about his son but it still nagged at him in the back of his mind.

    "Too old for this kind of craziness..." He muttered just under his breath. And where the kriff is Lessa? He didn't like not having the little tyke nearby, especially away from his eyesight. Slightly irked the smuggler let out a soft sigh.
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  • open, duel joining ★ never tell me the odds

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Blast that kid... In the pine marten's mind one clan was enough. Plenty of names, rules and whatnots to learn. She insisted however. Biting back a sigh, the smuggler sat on the border, glancing behind him every other minute, frowning. Speaking of the kid, where the kriff did she run off to now? This was her idea.
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  • open, duel joining ★ never tell me the odds

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]"Andy, huh? Name's Han solo," he replied, blinking once or twice when Lessa showed up. There she is. "And the kid's my granddaughter, Lessa. We're members of StormClan but we'd like a duel membership with BluzzardClan, if that's alright with you of course."
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  • open ★ boring conversation anyway

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Wow these guys... Quiet and anxious. Like Lessa. The pilot raised a brow before sitting up. "Gee don't you sound depressing," he muttered shaking his head. "Nah, I'm fine. I just feel odd; kid's not in my line of sight." His tail flicked as he frowned. "Don't want to sound overprotective, possessive or nothing... I'm just used to keeping an eye on her."
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  • open, duel joining ★ never tell me the odds

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The smuggler smiled softly, especially at the friendliness directed at Lessa. Out of habit, he reached a paw over to ruffle the fur on her a little. He supposed he did that a lot. "Nice to meet you all, thanks.". Well... Nice except Fett. The smuggler gently attempted to pull his grandchild closer, and hopped the bounty hunter wouldn't frighten her too much.


    [ oh umm... I don't know man ^-^
    That's awkward; the only things I can think of is carbonate Han being a fake cover for him or some time travel weirdness... But I don't have that power as of now.
    Sorry about this confusion man. -.-' ]
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  • open ☆ red 5 standing by

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]If he wasn't tying so hard to push way the past, the smuggler was quite ready to say Lessa looked like little Luke. That being said, he was avoiding the past so refrained from making the comment allowed, but wincing all the same. "Cute kid," he said instead, and attempted to lightly push her head down in a playful manner.
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  • In touch with your spirit (O, weekly task)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The smuggler took one glance at the group and shook his head, more to himself if anything. He'd enough mystics in his lifetime. Of course that didn't meab he had a feeling Lessa may be into this, being the little Jedi she wanted to be.
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  • Stormclan 2016 Choice Awards (CLOSED, Results are in!)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Major WIP
    GENERAL -
    -Favorite Overall:
    -Favorite S/HP:
    -Favorite Non-S/HP:
    -Most Developed:
    -Sweetest:
    -Laziest:
    -Hardest Worker:
    -nerdiest character: Dottie
    -dorkiest character: Dottie
    -smartest character: Bob
    -most adorable character: Lessa
    -cutest couple:
    -best couple:
    -couple you want to see the most:
    -favorite friendship:
    -favorite personality:
    -Most Scary:
    -Most Helpful:
    -Most Original Character:


    MOST LIKELY TO -
    -most Likely to become Leader:
    -most Likely to take over the World:
    -most Likely to intentionally kill everyone:
    -most Likely to unintentionally kill everyone:
    -most likely to walk to Mordor:
    -most likely to sneeze in a meeting:
    -most likely to go to Yonder:
    -most likely to trip over nothing: Dottie
    -most likely to choke on air: Dottie
    -most likely to scare a child:
    -most likely to become a child:
    -most likely to go insane:
    -Most Likely to Be a Criminal:
    -Most Likely to Cry Over Killing a Fly: Lessa


    OOC -
    -Most Active:
    -Most Museful:
    -Most Helpful:
    -Randomest:
    -Biggest Plotter:
    -Most Friendly:
    -Most Advanced:


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  • open, joiner [ I will finish what you started ]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The smuggler was never all that interested in being around for joiners. He was a pretty "solo" guy ( that was so bad, I'm so sorry ) afterall. Of course, hearing his granddaughter shriek "papa" happily wasn't something... Well it wasn't something he was happy to hear. He knew he had a bad feeling about something this morning, now he knew what. He usually kept an eye out for the girl's father, hoping he wouldn't catch up anytime soon.


    "Kriff, kriff, kriff," he cursed under his breath, the old smuggler sprinting towards Lessa's voice, pure panic gripping the pine marten. Panting, he slid to stop, biting his lip seeing the father-daughter reunion before him. Han wanted nothing more to pull her away from the sith that used to be his son... He took a deep, shuddering breath. Fighting his initial instincts, he simply glowered at Kylo, suspicious over his true intentions.


    [ I swear we're gonna make ourselves StormClan's most dysfunctional family, ya'll ready? ]
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  • open ☆ red 5 standing by

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Two clans, twice the amount of clanmates to deal with. He wasn't sure Lessa really had it in her to handle that. The old smuggler held back a soft sigh; he couldn't always be there for the kid when she needed someone to translate her silent cues. But she was still a child, he reminded himself, before giving her a warm smile. "Space-pilot," he murmured. "I think."


    It was nice the unicorn was being... Well, nice for lack of better word. He highly doubted just telling Lessa that she doesn't "have to be scared" of her... Wasn't gonna work. She must have socialphobia or something. I have to remember that, maybe ask one of the medics here or in StormClan."I suppose you could say that you wanna be an astronaut, Les, since you wanna be a pilot and all."
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  • Greetings (Phasma)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Well, he was neither Ben Kylo Ren or Lessa. And he was a very unhappy father, and a slightly pissed and overprotective grandfather today. "Look pal, I don't give a kriffing care about my son, but you're not going anywhere near the kid, you hear? Lessa's under my protection." The old smuggler huffed in irritation, narrowing his eyes. "And another thing, don't start taking charge around here, lady; this isn't your turf; this is StormClan."


    He really hoped she wasn't here to stay, but considering his luck, it was fairly likely, seeing as Kylo was indeed, here. This just gets kriffing better and better.


    [ What the heck did Mist do now? Dear lord cx ]
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  • open, "dark"er side ☆ I'm going numb, I've been hijacked

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]This... Wasn't okay. This wasn't okay on several levels. Storming right past his son, the pine marten looked directly down at his granddaughter, trying really hard to capture a glimpse of Lessa in this child. She was still there. Han didn't know what inside her could've snapped to do this but he wasn't going to let it continue.


    "I've always been proud of you, kid." The smuggler said softly, ears flicking down as he attempted not to glare at his wayward son. "You're a Jedi, Les, you are strong, so fight this right now." Please.
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  • Greetings (Phasma)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Okay. Okay. The smuggler had to bit his tongue sharply as he glowered at Phasma. He knew he ought to reassure Lessa; nobody was getting killed today. Or anytime soon. Not on his watch. But he was kriffing annoyed. Babysitting; like kriffing hell he was gonna let this girl keep an eye on his granddaughter.


    "Listen lady, I don't where your delusions of grandeur come from, but like I said, the kid is under my protection, and my watch, Ben be kriffing damned, ya hear?" Still quite furious, he just huffed quietly, shaking his head lightly at Dottie. "I don't even want to begin," he muttered before fixing his hard stare on Phasma once more. "You stay away from my granddaughter."
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  • Insert lame title here(O, lost)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]What was going on? A very confused smuggler slowly padded over, blinking quite a few times in pure bemusement. He wasn't unused to frightened children; that was the literal definition of Lessa afterall. But he was still a bit confused to as what was happening.


    "Hey kid," the pine marten called, arching an eyebrow. "What's the problem here?"


    [ 0.0 this wasn't mist's doing but woah.
    Kriff.
    And a very warm welcome to stormclan cx ]
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  • open, "dark"er side ☆ I'm going numb, I've been hijacked

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The smuggler sighed softly, before reaching to pull the girl into a hug, wrapping his tail closely around her. "I'm fairly certain there's no need to turn to the dark side to become "strong", kid. Besides; you've always been strong, Les." He could talk her out of this, and maybe then, he could help his son too, but that boy has been gone for quite sometime.


    "So even if you don't believe me, kid; I've always seen strength in you." Hopefully Kylo could help him here, but he didn't know how his son felt about this yet. "And I need you to find it for me, okay? But even if you don't find it..."


    "I'm always gonna be rooting for ya, kid."
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  • some things just aren't meant to be questioned ☆ open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]He wasn't going to question this. Nope. Nope. No - okay, what the kriff was going on here? Kid and a cyborg-looking... Ferret thing. The old smuggler frowned a little, before deciding to focus on the obvious air of discontent hanging around the kid. Offering Lessa a warm smile as he trotted over, he sat down and aimed to pat the girl on the head playfully. "Hey there, kid."


    "Got a new friend there?"


    [ Nice wtn reference there, Mist c; ]
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  • AIN'T IT FUN -- open, meet & greet.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The old smuggler really had to be around more often, in both his clans. Still a very "solo" ( whoops, pun ^.^' ) kind of guy, he wasn't exactly the biggest fan of these things, but they were necessary. "Han Solo, kid's not here, but if you see a tiny, selectively mute pine marten, that's my granddaughter, Lessa." Like the kid would ever introduce herself. He smiled fondly nonetheless; silence or otherwise, she was still his little girl.
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