YOU ARE THE LAST GOOD THING ABOUT THIS PART OF TOWN // joining

We are the warriors who built this town -

If there's something Hank that regretted somewhat doing, it's travelling through a hot desert while he still had his long winter pelt. As a cat with long fur, it's something that made the heat more unbearable than ever. Still, he had to survive, survive to go to that warbound clan that he's heard about before.

For Hank, a warbound clan was something that was sure to benefit someone like him, and maybe he'd even learn how to fight better, earn the beautiful gritty scars that he would gain through battle. He was panting as he paws sunk through the heated sound, but he soldiered on. He continued onwards to the destination, refusing to stop, knowing that if he could survive this, then eventually, he could have a drink of water. A few minutes passed, and suddenly, in the distance, did he spot the jungle. He narrowed his eyes, then burst into sprint, ignoring the heat, but focusing on the destination that could very well be his new home. Finally, he made it to the edge of the territory, and Hank used the time to take deep breathes, inhale and exhale, calm himself down after such a sprint.

Now, all he needed was to wait, to wait for any member that could possibly accept him. Hank waited eagerly, waiting for someone who could potentially be a new clanmate in this group.

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Melting from the shadows, the vulpine stepped away from the jungle into the sun. The colors of his fur shimmered, molten beneath the heat as golden-hazel eyes locked thoughtfully on the stranger before him.

The second stranger to approach in recent days. Gael only regarded the feline neutrally, his lilted voice cold. "Why are you here?"

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

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CAUSTIC

Caustic could not imagine why anyone would willingly come here. He would have moved out already if it wasn't for the desert that lied between him and the rest of the island. Caustic had weighed the pros and cons of trying to cross it, but he had not collected enough data on the other clans yet to decide if it was worth his time. This place was awful, absolutely, its only saving grace was the jungle, and it was half-charred. It would take time to regrow and that was time Caustic wanted to spend trying to escape.
He could not continue his work here. The population of this group, and possibly the whole island, barely touched the stone age. Caustic could not work on his gas without the necessary equipment, and it was slowly dawning on him that he may be unable to continue his work.
He had yet to test the gas that extrude from his body, and it was his last hope. What was Caustic without his poison?
Caustic's eyes locked onto the rat, a common brown rat. He would have to be cautious, he needed it alive-

Footsteps. Running. Panting, huffing, speaking- his rat ran from view and Caustic let out an angry sigh, a cloud of green gas expelling from his mouth. He turned, pointed ears directed in the direction of noise. He sucked in a breath, the smell of an outsider hitting his nose for a brief moment before Caustic's body heaved into a cough. The aged wolf started walking in the direction the noise and smell, his own paw steps heavy and irritated.

Caustic came from the trees, paws settled on the tree roots. He placed his left forepaw in a secure spot- he needed a new prosthetic- and let angry blue eyes fall on the cat. Caustic's face twisted, brows raised, tail level, head tilted, eyes reading fury.
"Explain yourself. You have interrupted my experiment."

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