[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; background:url(http://i60.tinypic.com/2v7yp2f.jpg); width: 380px; height: 389px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #EE4000][fancypost bgcolor=#EE4000; border-radius: 10px; border: 2px ridge #9D1309; width: 300px; height: 200px; margin-top: 130px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #9D1309; text-align: justify; overflow: auto]Pockykit was out wandering the swampy territory that most everyone he knew resided in. The cinnamon tabby point's paws caused splashing noises as he waded through the murky water, his belly fur hovering above the water a good distance due to his extended height thanks to his tall limbs. He was searching for his favorite creek, which he hadn't played in in quite a while for no particular reason at all; Pockykit just hadn't, which he found slightly strange.[/fancypost]
[c] linda
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[fancypost bgcolor=#e7c505; border: 2px ridge #FFB90F; width: 380px; height: 20px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #EE4000;][align=center]roll over for battle tags | #pockysticks