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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]EXCITED
Bones is a silver fox with dark brown eyes, ref pic HERE. He's generally pretty grumpy but cares deep down. Always has a medic kit with him, strapped to his leg or chest.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Wow these all match y'all's characters XD

Bones sounds like Bones, of course XD He stops around 1:55

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Friends with Bones, perhaps? He's a grump but I feel like Moth could still become friends with him. :)

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Awesome! I can make unless you want to?

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Bones simply gave a half-grin to most as they sat down and asked what they were playing. He wasn't about to tell, not yet. First Redwillow, then Scott and Tenya, the latter whom he didn't know well, Ruth, with whom he agreed a hundred percent with, Hayseed, and finally Mothnose, someone he actually was fond of. And Koda last, but she wasn't playing. He gave her an ear flick of acknowledgment, but as she wasn't playing, he wasn't going to focus much on her.

"Alright," The fox began, surveying his small assembly, "The game is called Telephone. I say something to one of ya, in a whisper, then they pass it on to the next person, all the way around to me again. Then we see how much the message changed, or didn't change. Got it? I'll start, just let me know y'all are ready."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Bones was currently lounging by a small pond, his tail flicking lazily whenever a bug or lizard dared come to close to him. It wasn't often these days the grumpy medic got to have an afternoon, much less a day, to himself, and he was taking full advantage of it. Of course, he would help if something came up, but whatever relaxation he could get, he would take as fast as he could. The silver fox was growing fond of DarkClan, more fond than the other groups he had once joined, but he still felt a little... Disconnected. People here probably knew his name, but he didn't have any friends. No one he could trust or felt comfortable talking to about deeper things than 'hey the weather is nice'. Bones wasn't going to go desperately searching for a friend, mind you, but it would be nice. But lying around and doing nothing in the warm sun was nice too.

Sure! :) No worries!
https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2466865.0

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Well, wasn't this quite the assembly? All discussing the rain and introducing themselves to each other. Rain was fine, as long as the rain didn't include Bones getting wet. Especially now that he was a fox and had fur, he would have to wait for his entire body to dry when it got wet rather than just his hair. After joining Starfleet, he saw a lot less rain than he used to see. Probably due to the fact he was living in space 90% of the time.

The field medic trotted over, sitting nearby and listening. He wouldn't offer his opinion- he didn't want to bother the others' lively conversations- but if asked, he would speak. Rain made you cold, which could incidentally give you a cold. Hypothermia, if it was cold enough. And with winter rolling around, that wasn't too far-fetched of an idea. Perhaps he and Ben should hold a 'winter health' session or something sometime.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]The scents of an enemy Clan were hard to miss as Bones bounded up to the scene. There didn't seem to be any fighting just yet, but they could feel free to start at any time. He would just sit on the sidelines, help if it was needed desperately, and tend to the injured. Better to have on-site medical aid than risk bleeding out on the way home. The fox stood at attention, ears quivering slightly. He had never been the bravest, but would do his best. For DarkClan.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Bones was oblivious to the person approaching the pond behind him, and continued to lounge about. However, the sound of frantic splashing and a crash made him leap to his paws and look around in surprise and concern, wondering what in the galaxy was making that awful racket. His eyes landed on the familiar form of Mothnose as she stepped out of the pond, now soaking wet. Had she fallen in or something? "Are you alright? What happened?" The fox demanded, stepping towards her, eyes narrowed.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]This guy was certainly a little unusual. Not because he was weird or odd in any way, more because he was so... Normal. No wings, superpowers, odd way or talking or tragic history... Fallen seemed to be a normal guy, something Bones was glad to see. He seemed friendly enough, and Ruth and Koda had already talked to him, so Bones made his way over as well.

"Welcome, Fallen," The silver fox greeted, nodding once. His eyes were trained on the husky mix canine, inspecting him. "I'm Bones, a medic here. Nice to meet ya."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Wow, that was certainly a lot to take in. Bones found himself happy for he ones who had been promoted or honored; they had earned it, he was sure. The fox remained silent until he vey end, hearing about allies, enemies, and Righthook. He had been curious about what they were going to do with the male, and now his wuestion was answered. However, the medic wasn't sure he liked it. He didn't want to speak up though, and instead kept his mouth shut and let the others argue. Nothing really concerned him, and therefore Bones would remain a bystander.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Bones frowned as she spat out the water and shakily answered him. She certainly wasn't alright. Dang kids, always thinking they were fine. No one was ever fine, even if they were sitting on their front porch on a rocker with apple pie, retired and peaceful. No one.

"We need to get you warmed up, kid, because you are not alright. Come on. Jog, stay warm," He told her, starting to pad back towards camp at a steady, brisk pace. It wasn't usually good to have a person in shock moving, but maybe keeping her mind occupied and making her body warmer would prevent the shock from settling in.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Bones wandered over to the group, noticing them congregating around someone he didn't know. DarkClan tended to do that. Whenever a group was assembling, there had to be something going on, and this 'going on' seemed to be a meet and greet. How nice. The silver fox approached the stranger female and offered her a nod of greeting. "Hey. I'm Bones, a medic here. Welcome and whatnot," He told her, blinking once. He didn't really care about her response; he had introduced himself, and that was all he needed to do.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]//XD True, he's a grump. He probably is a little older, I always forget to update his age

The fox turned his head to see her jogging beside him, already out of breath. Was she that tired? Fine, maybe they could slow a little. Bones reduced his speed to more of a fast walk. At least her being a little annoyed and out of breath would keep her brain from going into shock; it would have something else to focus on. "Just keep moving," He said, "I'm not good at life, but I keep going. So should you."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]The silver fox found these joinings becoming more and more common. And while it made DarkClan larger and stronger, which was good and all, it simply meant more faces for Bones to remember during his day. But at least he was making an effort. Back on the Enterprise, it was a sea of color, no names or faces attached. In DarkClan it was a little more manageable.

"Welcome, Trey. I'm Bones, a medic here," He said simply, coming to a halt beside Koda. He offered the corporal a small nod of respect, but said nothing else.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Bones couldn't really say how he felt around Righthook. The male had always been so scared and soft; the attack had come out of nowhere. But Yuuma had said to let him be, despite the attack, and now here Right was again, socializing and living amongst them. Was it the best thing? Bones wasn't sure. Perhaps it was a one time deal, done and over. Or maybe he was a ticking bomb, ready to go off again. Either way, the fox made sure to give Right plenty of space as he approached the stranger. He tipped his head to the side slightly, showing his curiosity in who this person was.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Why was this kid wandering about alone? Where were her parents? Bones characteristic frown was in full force as he came trotting up behind Koda- a common occurrence nowadays- and inspected the pup carefully. No injuries or sickness as far as he could tell, from his brief look. Perhaps the little one had just wandered off.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Dang, you've got some skills! They're so cute and well-done!

Perhaps you could do Bones when you get the chance? He's a silver fox with brown eyes, usually pretty grumpy and sarcastic. He carries a medic kit around with him, but you didn't have to add that. Thanks!

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]//Thanks ^_^

Bones shrugged as he continued, finally reaching the camp. He headed for the medic tent and pulled out a bright orange blanket, commonly used for shock patients. The fox aimed to drape it over Moth's shoulders, then checked her over for other injuries. Obviously nothing was broken, but was she bleeding? Didn't look like it. Okay, she was fine other than cold and maybe a little shocked. That was fine, Moth would get over it. "How ya feelin'?" He asked.