Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-11848168-20150912001438/@comment-5842470-20150912002933

A stocky kodkod's ears perked up at the sound of the intercom. So far, he'd been avoiding the majority of the strngers, as he felt that no group in particular was like him. If he would have had to pick one, it would be the Progressives. He shook his head, clearing those thoughts from his head, It doesn't matter anymore. He thought, ''We're from all over. And I need to represent.'' He smiled, looking around for anything reflective enough to make some last-minute adjustments to his appearance. He leveled the pauldrons holding his navy blue cape into place, then straightened his robes. Careful to hide his right arm and leg just behind the cloak, he made his way into the line. The sight of the young man would be strikingly odd. He seems to be wearing something even more old fashioned than the Progressives.