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[fancypost bgcolor=;background:url(http://www.baixaki.com.br/usua…rs/3336925-198938-200.jpg); bordercolor=black; borderwidth=3px; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 160px; border-radius: 20px;] [font=arial black][color=black] IC: Ravenstar stood, precariously perched on the edge of the Meeting Rock. It seemed that she would slip off at any given moment, seeing how close she was to sliding down the front of it, but, with the help of her long claws, and the cracks in the rock, there she stayed.