[fancypost bgcolor=#EAF4FA; height: 340px; width: 440px; borderwidth=0px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]LYING WITH A GUN ACROSS HIS CHEST[/fancypost]
| [fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=8] Well, Klondike had procrastinated enough (or so Vanny had told him). He had ended the herb training, and, as promised, was here to deliver the results. Not looking overjoyed at the prospect of having to talk to everyone again, the head medicine cat padded to the front of the lighthouse, flicking his tail sulkily. "Tidalclanners, I've decided on who the new medicine apprentice will be, so hurry up and get over here," Well. He sure sounded excited, didn't he? //lazy first post [/fancypost] |
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]PRETENDING HE'S HEARTLESS[/fancypost]
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