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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Saying she was bored would be an understatement, and perhaps she could go find some duty to attend to, but having it be technically her first day back, she was more interested in getting adjusted to the place. Natalie was also interested in making some friends, because right now all the ones she had seemed insane, although she was sure she'd be adding onto that list eventually. The black feline made her way towards camp, tail flicking from side to side.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=timesnewroman]Spotting the shadowy figure plodding through the desert, the caracal's heart skipped a beat. At first glimpse, he thought he saw his mate, Darkenpool. If it was him, the agent would run up to him and tackle him in a flurry of kisses, but it was very unlikely. He really didn't see the warrior around anymore. Starting to trot towards the feline, he slowed his pace, realizing that the cat was not Darkenpool. Oh, pity. "Hey," the only son of Cataclysm grunted, approaching the female.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Turning her head to look towards the caracal, her bright green visionaries dulled just a bit once she realized it was no one she knew yet, but they brightened up again after she realized, maybe he could become a friend of hers? Parting her jaws, Natalie spoke calmly, "hi, I'm Natalie. Who're you?"