can i trust you, little sis? [ P ]

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    [justify][sup]The ticked tabby stood, or rather crouched, in a corner of DarkClan's camp, his back to the commotion of members bustling about. Machupaw was actually plucking a tricky little burr from deep within his fur on the side of his foreleg. Crap. This thing was determined.
    ( where's mah muse ? )

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    [size=25pt][font=georgia]e[/size] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt]The she-cat, by the name of Embracingpaw, had been licking her fur clean at the time. She was a bit bored, no doubt about it. Her life had been a bit boring, considering the fact that there wasn't anything interesting in her life happening.
    Spotting a tom after cleaning her dirtied brown fur, she lifted herself from the grass and slowly approached him. “Hey there,” she mewed quietly, settling beside him in an attempt to start up a conversation.
    Yes, she had a rather shy personality at heart, but it wouldn't hurt to try.[/fancypost]


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