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    Bombshellblond had been expecting tempers for quite a while, and had finally given up all hopes of them. The she-cat padded behind Ethel and Radiopaw, watching them work. If they needed extra assistance, she would be there to give it, but otherwise the two, UPA and PA worked well.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 269px; height: 355px; overflow: auto;][justify]Swanpaw was there, almost as if she appeared out of thin air. Shevtrailed quietly automatically to Bombshellblond and watched with a slight frown. Ethel was her niece, yet it seemed like she knew so much more than she did. It made her fidget woth discomfort, especially at the thought that Atticus was gonr. Poof.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#86ABCE; bordercolor=#86ABCE; borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; height: 60px]SWANPAW CAN ONLY COMMUNICATE THROUGH TELEPATHY. SHE HAS TO READ YOUR CHARACTER'S MIND.
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    Bombshellblond smiled at Swanpaw, her new apprentice. She felt sad that the poor thing felt unconfident in her abilities, when really she was a very bright young feline with a lot to offer.

    "He's nipped, as they say." he walks slowly around with a wily smile. "Well, I better inform the higher masses about this LSDed little twit." He leaps away to tell someone important.