HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF ;; open, party

[Leo]

The cat smirked as he stood back, admiring what he had worked on for the past hour and a half.


All around camp were black and red flowers, with a few pastels thrown in the mix. ("Yknow, cuz girls like that stuff." He'd claim, but he secretly loves them.) there was a shiny station, set with a redbull on it in case the dj needed a pick me up. There were games like twister, spin the bottle, guess who, etc. scattered all around, and there were juice boxes, alcoholic drinks, and small platters of food on a long, wooden table.


Hanging between two trees there was a banner that read, "Shadowclan and bloodclan party!" in very messy handwriting.

[Leo]

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[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Oh dandy, a party between two clans. One, who used to be inhabited an insane bitch who kidnapped and blinded his son practically right in front of him, and the other who took over his former group that endangered everybody he loved and also murdered him once. But he supposed he couldn't hold something against a clan over the past, especially when all those people didn't seem to be around anymore. Circusclown might not have approached, had he not seen the rather tempting alcohol. It wasn't like he'd drink too much, but that wasn't exactly a promise either. It was almost a little sad, he was like one of those stupid moths attracted to light, but either way he was still approaching. Studying Leo, he'd barely give him any notice besides something. "Hey, nice... party thing, I guess." He was not really a grateful person, and it was evident with how insincere he spoke. He didn't really care at all about giving somebody a pat on the back unless they both did something that benefitted him and if they were someone he was close to, and he hadn't even attempted to sound like he cared.

[Leo]

"H-Hey, thanks! I--uh, guess...." The male's face lit up slightly as Circ approached him. "Want me to get you some alcohol, or something?"

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[color=#C19BEC]female - shadowclan warrior - 14 moons - average/hard

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"Oh wow," Belladonna gasped, glancing around at all the decorations around camp for the cross-clan party. Glancing across the banner - she could still read the writing, so she supposed it was fine - but the key thing was the red and black flowers that were particularily bold, or at least the red ones were. "Did you make all of this by yourself, Leo?" Bella mewed, looking to the small tom. She gave him a warm smile and gave a thankful nod. "This looks wonderful, you did an amazing job."

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[Leo]

He nodded and flashed a toothy smile, "yup, thanks!"

[britty]

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THADDEUS IRVING [abbr=1 year and 10 months, cis male, shadowclan member, murderous, out for blood, dangerous, sadistic, crazy, unstable, unattached to reality, scary, he's such lovely dude, large wolf, pitch black with golden eyes]✨[/abbr]
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad,
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Thaddeus wasn't one for parties, actually he disliked them, loud and unnecessary the only loud and unnecessary thing he liked was probably Screamo music but beside that fuck that shit.  But here he was hiding out in the corner where he didn't have to be pulled into participate in anything hopefully.  This was so not his thing and he wasn't ready for any of it either.  He had come back from a spar directly after Mr. Leo yelled out that there was now a party.  He did keep an energy drink close, he didn't want to fall asleep and awake to a kit walking over him and him about to eat them.  Sitting there the male canine's golden gaze flickered around. 

[spoiler=TAGS // UPDATED 2/7/17]
GENERAL
✨ Thaddeus Maximus Irving | Thad | Cis Male (he/him)
✨ Leo / 1 year and 10 months / ages every 350 posts
✨ Shadowclan former Thunderclan, has Bloodclan heritage though
✨ Warrior
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ He was born to having a mother who was a loner and a father who was a bloodclan member, both of these two are dead, he has no idea that of whom his parents was because no one else knows.
✨ He is a sadistic character, he is out to humiliate others and just fuck with them, it gives him joy, he lives off that shit.
✨ He has a generic American accent that is slightly monotone but is also a very 'wow scary' sort of vocal range.
✨ Smells of dead punk bands

PHYSICAL
✨ With a large build he is not bulked up but he is lean, yet still sturdy and hardy to at the touch.  He has several scar most noticeable though are; one on his neck, one that looks like a knife was stabbed on his left shoulder, and one straight across his back that looks like he got with a whip or something of a sort, and one around his left hind ankle.  His fur is pitch black and seems to absorb any small fraction of light that his thick fur.  His eyes are a alluring golden brown that draws in anyone to just get a little closer glimpse.  He resembles if he where to be human Dylan O'Brien.
✨ Wolf
✨ Injuries: none at this moment
✨ Health: 96%

PERSONA
✨ ENTJ | The CEO | The Sadist | The Commander
✨ Loyal, brave, daring, dominating
✨ Depressed, dark, scary, terrifying, killer, sadistic

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Pansexual and Panromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

POWERS
✨ Free Powers - discovered/mastered
✨ Shapeshifting - [un]discovered
✨ Invisibility - [un]discovered
✨ Super Senses - [un]discovered
✨ Super Strength - [un]discovered

INTERACTION
✨ no powers yet
✨ dirty fighter and like to instigate, or mess with the opponent
✨ physically hard and mentally hard
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #6f1313
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures 
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[woodsy]

kosa hadn't really ever attended a party before, what with being a loner with only her brother for so long, and then coming into a foreign clan where cats and other animals clashed together. it was strange in this world, there was none of the natural traditions, none of the segregation of creatures, that she had assumed came with clan life. it was because of that stigma, she supposed, that she had always felt a little bit like she was on the sidelines alone, watching everyone else play the game. but, nevertheless, she wanted to be here, she wanted to make friends and settle, not always be on the run. she had come to determine that clan members protected each other and there was hardly anything she longed for more than a boring life.

she trotted up to the location of the party, a party where not one, but two clans would be mingling. how exciting! not only could she meet people from bloodclan, but also from shadowclan, to which she lacked all knowledge of. perhaps these animals would be just as hopeful and light-hearted, though on some level she knew she was being naive. how could rivals be friends? but maybe they could at least bring a little peace to a chaotic world.

in her maw, kosa carried a basket woven out of slender reeds of silver roots. "hello?" she peeked in, still slightly nervous. inside, there were pleasant things: a bottle of wine, cheeses, breads, flowers. "hi, i'm kosa, is there somewhere i can put this? your camp is rather lovely by the way! she cooed, admiring the flowers all around her that reminded her of the wild without such things.

[Leo]

"Oh, hey!" The male rushed over to greet the new arriver. "Yeah, this is shadowclan. Where're you coming from?"

[woodsy]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]what a question, kosa didn't know where she came from, she knew what answer the cat was digging for however. "boneclan! but i was really more of a loner until just recently so i'm still settling in." she had never known anything more than the vast wilderness and the companionship of her brother. her parents had neglected the litter mates early on, abandoning them along side a twoleg path in the desert lands. kosa glanced around anxiously, hoping that she would find somewhere to fit in among the tight cliques that seemed impenetrable.