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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It still felt weird being back in Riverclan. Several things had changed, such as the members, but other things such as the territory hadn't. He had been on a walk through the greenery when he heard a voice ahead of him, slightly shouldering a bush out of the way to step into the clearing. In front of him was a cheerful cream tabby, and he couldn't help but blink a couple times in surprise before responding. "You said you wanted to join? Welcome in that case! My name's Newt, it's a pleasure." You would think he'd be better at talking to strangers by now, but his tone was still nervous as he spoke.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Death was something that he would never get used to. Knowing that the person you knew was now just a motionless corpse without memories or feelings was numbing. So when he caught a glance at what was left of Esca, he simply stared for a moment before moving his gaze to the creature in the corner. He wasn't sure what they were doing there, but it was clear that they were panicking. Before he could do anything, they darted off towards the pools, causing Newt to peruse them. "Hello?" He called out quietly. "Is it alright if I come in?"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]He hadn't even known that the two clans had a truce in the first place. That didn't mean he was indifferent to the announcement though, it meant one more enemy. He gave the feline a small nod before sitting down nearby, waiting to see if anyone else had objections.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It all happened to fast for him to remember. He quickly attempted to cast a shield over the wolf. If successful, Valentine would bounce right off of it. "Wait! This was done by the Exiles, we don't even know they're part of the group. For all we know they could've been a victim."

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]He was a bit relieved that the female was so confident in her words, at least he could rely on her not to initiate an awkward silence. Just like he suspected, she soon spoke, asking a rather simple question. The tom shook his head in response, his posture slightly relaxing. "Oh, no. I joined a while back in order to observe some of the natural wildlife in the area. It's surprising how many species of birds and fish there are here."

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frogsoup logged in
frogsoup: ......
frogsoup: what did i walk into?

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]He had been away from the clan for about a week due to personal business, and couldn't help but feel relieved when he crossed the border. In the tom's mouth was a leather briefcase, one of the clasps unlatched from the jostling. Walking across camp and into one of the dens, he sat the case down and made sure everything was latched before sitting down himself. As he did so, the fur on his left shoulder parted to reveal a small salamander, which soon crawled onto the top of his head to get a better look at things.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Seeing as Elixir had asked the important questions, the tom cast Vyviann a small smile before settling down nearby the pony. "Do you mind if I ask where Spaceclan is located? He asked. "The name is new to me."

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]He couldn't help but slightly smile at Arc's question, gesturing for the amphibian to climb down. "Oh, this is Pickett. Pickett, say hello." The salamander appeared to flick it's tail in greeting, crawling towards the canine to get a closer look. Elixir was the next to arrive, though his question made the tom slightly uncomfortable. "Nothing much, just a business item." He responded, acting like it wasn't that important. If you were to look closer, you would see that the male looked even more nervous than usual at the other's prodding.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Newt arrived soon after Ana, his eyes worried at the other's appearance. He looked very desperate, almost to the point of breakage. His nose soon picked up the smell of the Cartel, and he suddenly realized the problem. Not knowing what to do except to wait for a higher up, he decided to answer the kitten's question. "She's his daughter."

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frogsoup: oh.
frogsoup: well, i can't really judge you.

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frogsoup: that's an odd thing to say for someone who is drunk.
frogsoup: but i suppose it's advice more than anything else.
frogsoup: wait a second, have we met before?

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Although the amphibian looked startled at the sudden appearance of another feline, it eventually crawled from where it was onto the wirehair's paw. A small smile formed on Newt's maw, watching with amusement as their companion started to dart up and down Mark. "Seems like he likes you." He stated to the other. "I'm Newt by the way, I don't beleive we've met."

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frogsoup: being drunk does nothing but give you a headache and help you make bad decisions.
frogsoup: and both of you i suppose

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]"I got him from a breeder. Apparently he would cling to the side of the glass when anyone tried to buy him. Luckily he seems to be warming up to things, and as you can see is exploring a lot." He answered, taking a moment to look the other over before continuing. "Newt, nice to meet you."