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| [fancypost bgcolor=#FFFFFF; opacity: 0.80; width: 150px; overflow: auto; height: 350px; text-align: center; font: 8px; color: white; padding: 20px; margin-top: 5px; border-top: 1px dashed #33A1C9; border-left: 3px dashed #3299CC; border-bottom: 1px dashed #33A1C9; border-right: 3px dashed #236B8E; border-radius: 40px;] The bulky silver SnowClanner peered into the darkness of the falling night, mismatched eyes gleaming. His tail twitched, and his back legs coiled, powerful, muscles rippling under his silvery coat. His ears, tipped in blue, twitched up and his head lifted to eye a branch. No normally raised cat could ever have reached it, but he had been raised by a bear. Said bear had taught him to jump, higher and higher with each try-- and that skill served him well. Coiling tighter, tighter, he sprang, reaching for the branch. His bulk flew fast and hard through the air, and his ivory claws caught the branch and there he hung, wrapped around it. Lifting up, and sprawling out on the branch, he sighed. Just another leap, just another day. However, that had been his best leap by far. His bear-father would've been proud if he'd seen it, Holloweyes knew. |
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