this is what I call a double whammy, baby. (semi private)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]Permanentmarker stood her ground, claws sliding out as the black and white tom ( ? ) stepped toward them. "Why would you care?" the healer flashed back, lifting one forepaw to cover her round belly. In fact, her kits were due quite soon. The brown and white tabby was hoping and praying she and Paperpaw would be able to escape before both of their litters were born; she didn't want their first breaths to be in this horrid clan.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 50px; height: NUMBERpx;][size=33pt]{ραρεɾραώ[/size][/fancypost] [align=right]no мore poιѕon, ĸιllιng мy eмoтιon
    ι wιll noт вe ғrozen
    dancιng ιѕ мy reмedy, reмedy
    oн, ѕтop ѕтop prayιng
    coѕ ι'м noт noт playιng
    ι'м noт ғrozen
    dancιng ιѕ мy reмedy, reмedy




    ι'll мove wнιle yoυ're waтcнιng мe
    dance wιтн тнe eneмy
    ι've goт a reмedy, oн a oн a oн
    мove wнιle yoυ're waтcнιng мe
    dance wιтн тнe eneмy
    нere ιѕ мy reмedy, oн a oн a oн




    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 100px;]"How am I supposed to know, f*cktard?" Paperpaw snarled.[/fancypost]


    Crave took notice of Permy's defensive tone, and noticeably rounder belly than her granddaughter. Lovely, she was probably due rather soon, but Crave made no indication that he was aware of that and merely shrugged at the she-cat. "Curiosity, I suppose." he said innocently, stalking across the floor as if he owned it.


    As he neared Paperpaw, he stood over her, glaring menacingly. It was a wonder how he made these ease less mood shifts. "Because it's my right to know, I own you now." he chuckled, shaking his coat against the excited goose bumps that rose over his skin. To be in power over she-cats who were born in a clan where she-cats were superior. It was definitely a shift from the usual. Of course Skull had their rebellious she-cats, but they soon learned their place when Crave came around.