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[size=20pt]Molly[/size]
© Clarinetta
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| [Fancypost bgcolor=#8deeee; bordercolor=black; borderwidth:1px; overflow:auto; width: 100px; height: 200px;opacity:0.70] [size=8]OOC: TEXT | [Fancypost bgcolor=#8deeee; bordercolor=black; borderwidth:1px; overflow:auto; width: 200px; height: 200px;opacity:0.70] [size=8]IC: Molly was bored. Not just any bored. Molly didn't feel lazy or had something to do that she just didn't like, no. Molly had absolutely nothing to do. The lilac tortie point stetted out her long limbs. All the young she-cat wanted was someone to talk to. Molly had the energy of five young kits an the endurance of full grown warrior. She loved staying busy. Soft teal eyes drifted around the camp for something interesting. |
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