here i am sir [open, rangerstar!]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]He sure was six moons old now, with his apprentice name still fresh on the tongues of his clanmates. Giving a gentle and delicate flick of his tail, the snow bengal couldn't help but give a tiny chirp of delight as he approached the den of the cat who was to mentor him, the cat who had promised when he was only three moons old. So this was fantastic for Snowpaw, wasn't it? "Rangerstar? May I come in?" The still small tom cat asked, setting down the tattered roll of parchment he was carrying with him by his paws, wanting the leader to see him, brilliant periwinkle hued optics and all, front and center when he padded out of the den. Because that was important, correct? Yes, very correct indeed. So, Snowpaw plopped himself down very casually bu with his usual agile grace, soundless and effortless, and waited for any sort of response from any cat that happened to inside the den.[/fancypost]