[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; font-size: 8pt; width: 450px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; text-align: justify;]Chantelle had discovered a warm scarf in the territory, which she had happily draped about her neck. It was the perfect disguise for her under bite; nobody would be able to see it, as the purple fabric prevented her maw from being visible.
Shoving her maw into the scarf, Chantelle Darling grunted in greeting to Rosette, the spirit who's soul was twined with hers. "Nice outfit! Bitches won't have to be forced to look at your ugly mug any longer," she trilled, her beautiful scarlet orbs burning into hers. It was funny; they were so similar in coloration, yet she was gorgeous in life, and Chantelle was the opposite.
She had been popular, a RiverClan beauty who was loved by many. She never hung out with the "geeks" like Chantelle, but she had been forced in her body. Rosette floated over her, long, flowing fur trailing behind her. The translucent munchkin giggled as Chantelle tripped over her own paws and fell in a muddy puddle in the castle hallways. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she sighed and shrugged it off.
Seating herself off by a window, she gently pawed the scarf while Rosette jabbered on about a makeover she would give her later on.