And here we go again (open)

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    OOC:     		[fancypost bgcolor=#808080; bordercolor=#000000; borderwidth=4px; opacity: 0.70; width: 200px; overflow: auto; height: 250px; text-align: center; font: 8px; Chiller; color: #000000; padding: 20px; margin-top: 5px; border-bottom-radius: 15px; border-radius: 20px;][color=#000000]IC: Kestrel wrapped his ginger tail around his white paws and pondered the question. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see the black she-cat leave now, or even in the near future. But could he really leave his tree, the place he was kitted and played in as a kit with his siblings. He turned his pale yellow gaze back to the she-cat and gave a sigh. Leave with her, or stay in his birthplace, his home. He took a step forwards. It wasn't often he has to make a choice. In fact, this was the biggest one he'd had to make, ever. "I guess I could..." He murmured.


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    [font=Arial Narrow]"You don't have to join right this moment," the gray kit mewled, proceeding to lick her chest. "But I can fetch our leader if you wish."


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    Noctus, a young jaguar, had been venturing by, exploring his new home when he heard a small ruckus. He stood near the gray kit and curiously looked at the rogue or maybe he was a friendly loner.

    The she-cat smiled at Kestrel and gave him a playful nudge. She nodded to him and then turned back to the kit and the newcomer. "No not now. I would like to stay for awhile here..... but in the future maybe. Who might your friend there be? "she asked, thoughtfully. Her black pelt was not bristled now and she was perfectly calm as she normally was. Her emearld gaze flickered between the cats around her and then rested on the kit once more.

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