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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid black; width: 350px; height: 330px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px transparent;]Curious little Pankit. That was the nickname all the older cats gave him; Always impulsive, sticking his nose into things he shouldn't. Sometimes it was being eager, or just blindly stupid, but every opportunity that opened up to discover something new would get the tiger cub bounding over to the site of discovery. That caused the small tiger cub to be here now - A cold, giving the sniffles to the black and orange felidae. Pancham thought it would be best to see a Medicine Cat - not just to get treated, but maybe they could teach him something! The tiger always wanted to learn about all the herbs....At the words 'catmint' or 'juniper', his little, beady green eyes would brighten, fireworks off in the distance. "Stacysong? Timepaw? Austin?" The tiger cub mewed, throat sore.[/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent][url=http://xanje.com/index.php?action=profile;u=1695]beautiful template by telescopic on xanje