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[MAVERICK!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Maverick was rather interested when he saw the towering shape of the roman colosseum - he's never seen something as grand as it, so he had been drawn toward it. Maybe he could mark his territory here, and he could claim this territory as his - nobody would ever mess with him if he did, because it was a rather impressive chunk of land. However, as he approached the smell his nose scrunched up. Oh... There was other life here... Fuck, that really sucked. But maybe he could live here anyways, and nobody would ever bother him. He could have the perfect life here. He could imagine it already - being cheered on and such. Frowning a little, he'd huff. Maybe one day he'd have the whole world in his paws - maybe one day. The oriental shorthair came to a seat, beautiful blue eyes darting about with anxiousness.

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Talisman rose to his feet from where he was lounging in the garden of the colosseum, the downwind bringing a scent into his nose; a new one, not one of his clanmates. Stretching his limbs and yawning, his jaws groaning wide as his tongue lolled over his teeth, he lazily - and groggily, made his way to Maverick - he was a little hungover. Again. Glancing over the physique of the cat - his long, tall ears and his blue eyes, and he yawned again. "Hey," he mewed gruffly and groggily, shifting his head around to crack the bones in his neck, "I'm Talisman, and this is the Stea Bastion. Got a name?"