( I LIKE YOUR FACE ; open )

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]What's your problem? The voice in her head was her own, except it was more bitter and sour, snapping at her harshly as she released a sigh, biting her lip lightly. "Nothing." The wildcat whispered to herself so that only she'd be able to hear the word that escaped her parted jaws. Natalie found herself sitting in the territory, not bothered by the snow that stung her paws; paws that had gotten used to the burning, rough sand that seemed to stab the pads. Now she had to get used to this type of climate again and so far? It was killing her.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 330px; height: 100px; overflow:auto][justify][font=times new roman][size=7pt]"Hello." Came the voice of Demondance as the male cougar appeared before the tiger, assuming she was of the clan and not from another clan because his role player was clueless. "Who are you?" He added after a few moments, his tan eyes studying the unfamiliar feline.



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    Citadark bounded over to Natalie, a smile twisted onto his features. "Hi Natalie." The kangaroo murmured, stopping next to her. He gave a polite tilt of his head to Demondance as well.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]It was her golden gaze that landed on Demondance first. Although Cita had already gone ahead and greeted her, thus saying her name, she decided it would be rude to completely ignore the question, so with a flick of her ear she answered. "My name's Natalie, and who are you?" The triber questioned simply before turning her head to look towards Citadark with a friendly, warm smile. "Hey Cita."

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    Natalie eh? "I'm Demon Who Dances Upon Graves, or Demondance." The cougar meowed, "Pleasure to meet ya, Natalie."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=1]"I'm Aspen Trees that Shelter the Fallen, but everyone calls me Aspen." the alabaster serval nodded, trotting forward behind Citadark and Demondance. Dang, she saw those two around a lot.

    [justify]Liszt padded over to join her father and the others she had yet to learn much about. She quietly took a seat, eyeing the others with an unreadable gaze. They all seemed to be quite new to StormTribe as far as she could see.[/justify]

    [justify][font=8pt]The small hybrid approached with an uncertain expression. Why was a Bloodclanner here? She knew they were allies, but she was generally untrusting. Sitting quietly by Demondance, she surveyed Natalie.

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    [size=6pt][color=white]ic; [color=black]Winter's gaze was distrusting, glaring at the BloodClanner. Why wasn't anybody doing anything?    [/size]
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