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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto][justify]OOC:
    I Am Dust, can you bring in Blossompool soon?
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    "Good," Deadstar smiled, "You'll find a lot of them in the warrior's den. Some are up and about already, too."




    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 170px; height: 447px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; font-family: New Times Roman; color: #8a0303][justify]To Moscow I came seeking fortune
    But they’re making me work til I’m dead
    The bourgeoisie have it so easy
    The Tsar’s putting gold on his bread
    The people of Moscow are hungry
    But think what a feast there could be
    If we could create a socialist state
    That cared for the people like me:




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That descend upon me from up above.
    They come down and I spin them around
    Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
    Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
    And the lines will be formed as they fall -
    Then I see that I have misjudged it!
    I should not have nudged it after all.
    Can I have a long one please?
    Why must these infernal blocks tease?




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
    A collective regime of peace and love.
    I work so hard in arranging the blocks
    But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
    But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
    For we know that the old regime must die.
    Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
    We salute the sickle and star!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    The food on your plate now belongs to the state
    A collective regime of peace and love.
    I have no choice in arranging the blocks
    Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
    The rule of the game is we all are the same
    And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
    Long live Stalin! He loves you!
    Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do...




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
    They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate
    But we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan.
    I am the man who arranges the tanks
    That will make all the Nazis keep away
    The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
    Let us point all our guns at the USA.
    We shall live forever more!
    We can start a nuclear war!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That are building a highly secret base.
    Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!
    We are sending our men to outer space.
    I work so hard in arranging the blocks
    But each night I go home to my wife in tears -
    "What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall
    And in front of your eyes it disappears?"
    Pointless work for pointless pay
    This is one game I shall not play!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks!
    But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed.
    The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold
    And I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread
    Maybe we’d be better off
    If we brought down Gorbachev




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    The markets are free! So much money for me!
    Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
    The markets are free! So much money for me!
    Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
    Peace and love, peace and love!







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    [size=7pt][font= New Times Roman](c) .:Eaglestar the Wise:.
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    Go Ahead And Call Me That.
    That Name You Just Said.
    Call Me That.
    My True Name Is Lost To Time,
    So Go Ahead And Call Me That.
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    OOC: I'm not the roleplayer of Blossompool. My cats are Lightstar, Duskheart, and Frozen Skies, Lol. XD
    *button mashing with other hand on DS*
    IC: "It's okay," Lightstar said. "It's normal for any cat to want to see their loved ones. I'm just happy that you can meet yours."


    Frozen Skies was practically about to explode from excitement and impatient-ness.
    [img width=510 height=286]http://fukanounashigoto.free.f…nal/temp/tsubasa05_10.jpg[/img]
    Here's Some News,
    You're The First.
    The First To Call Me A Name.
    So Do Me A Favor, Please,
    And Call Me That Name Again.

    My Name Is Lost To Time.
    I Am One Of The Four.
    What Did You Just Call Me?
    Spring....
    Go Ahead And Call Me That,
    For The Rest Of Time.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto][justify]OOC:
    Oh, sorry XD Then is ...sucre..., but I haven't seen a post by her yet :/ Looks like Stormfeather will have to wait
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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 250px; height: 285px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; font-family: New Times Roman; color: #8a0303;]IC:
    Deadstar looked at Frozen Skies, "What are you so excited about?" she asked.




    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 170px; height: 447px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; font-family: New Times Roman; color: #8a0303][justify]To Moscow I came seeking fortune
    But they’re making me work til I’m dead
    The bourgeoisie have it so easy
    The Tsar’s putting gold on his bread
    The people of Moscow are hungry
    But think what a feast there could be
    If we could create a socialist state
    That cared for the people like me:




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That descend upon me from up above.
    They come down and I spin them around
    Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
    Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
    And the lines will be formed as they fall -
    Then I see that I have misjudged it!
    I should not have nudged it after all.
    Can I have a long one please?
    Why must these infernal blocks tease?




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
    A collective regime of peace and love.
    I work so hard in arranging the blocks
    But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
    But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
    For we know that the old regime must die.
    Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
    We salute the sickle and star!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    The food on your plate now belongs to the state
    A collective regime of peace and love.
    I have no choice in arranging the blocks
    Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
    The rule of the game is we all are the same
    And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
    Long live Stalin! He loves you!
    Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do...




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
    They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate
    But we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan.
    I am the man who arranges the tanks
    That will make all the Nazis keep away
    The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
    Let us point all our guns at the USA.
    We shall live forever more!
    We can start a nuclear war!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That are building a highly secret base.
    Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!
    We are sending our men to outer space.
    I work so hard in arranging the blocks
    But each night I go home to my wife in tears -
    "What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall
    And in front of your eyes it disappears?"
    Pointless work for pointless pay
    This is one game I shall not play!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks!
    But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed.
    The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold
    And I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread
    Maybe we’d be better off
    If we brought down Gorbachev




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    The markets are free! So much money for me!
    Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
    The markets are free! So much money for me!
    Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
    Peace and love, peace and love!







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    [size=7pt][font= New Times Roman](c) .:Eaglestar the Wise:.
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    Go Ahead And Call Me That.
    That Name You Just Said.
    Call Me That.
    My True Name Is Lost To Time,
    So Go Ahead And Call Me That.
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    OOC: I haven't seen Sucre post either, hmm.
    *Ahem* Never type whilst button mashing while fighting Kenny. It's a reaaaally bad idea.
    IC: "Nothing," Frozen Skies replied, still hopping up-and-down somewhat.
    [img width=510 height=286]http://fukanounashigoto.free.f…nal/temp/tsubasa05_10.jpg[/img]
    Here's Some News,
    You're The First.
    The First To Call Me A Name.
    So Do Me A Favor, Please,
    And Call Me That Name Again.

    My Name Is Lost To Time.
    I Am One Of The Four.
    What Did You Just Call Me?
    Spring....
    Go Ahead And Call Me That,
    For The Rest Of Time.

    Heatherpaw stalked a mouse, putting one paw in front of the other. She finally pounced on it, killing it quickly. She covered it up and moved on quickly, rolling the scent of a rabbit eagerly. She saw the light brown creature, scurrying around slowly. Heatherpaw stalked closer to it, before chasing it. She kept it away from holes and places to hide or corner itself. She finally caught it by the back of its neck and bit down. She was proud of her catch, setting it down. She moved on, searching for more prey.

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    [size=11pt]Well you only need the light when it's burning low
    Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
    Only know you love her when you let her go


    Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
    Only hate the road when you’re missin' home
    Only know you love her when you let her go
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    ~IC~
    She nodded in thanks and made her way to the den. Introducing herself to the cats she met on the way. She cautiosiously walked into the den, most were asleep but a few were awake. Silverheart introduced herself and joined them to talk. Waiting for the others to wake
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    [size=11pt]And you let her go[/size]
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    ~OOC~


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    [size=11pt]You see that guy in the corner? The one you called emo? The one that never really mattered to you? He tried to kill himself last night. 98% of you wont care. Put this in your signature if your one of the 2% that cares[/size]


    [size=7pt][font= New Times Roman](c) .:Eaglestar the Wise:.
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    A small slender she-cat lay crumpled up on the soft grass blades. The last thing she remembered was the hot smell of smog and pain. Lots of pain that ached all over her body and oozed with strange red stuff. However now none of her memories could be connected the present.. where was the pain, where was the red stuff? Her smooth golden Bengal pelt was spotless and between her claws where the strands of pink thread from the ribbon usually around her throat. Shaking them out hurriedly, she squinted in the harsh sunlight to see through green optics a pleasant clearing with buzzing cats milling around. She moved to her paws uneasily as she glanced around in a dazed confusion.


    Why am I.. alive?

    Rippleheart noticed how many cats were appearing. He saw a she cat appear in camp, he walked over to her. "Welcome." He said in a smooth relaxed voice, quickly coming up with the explanation that usually came with new arrivals.

    Glancing around Kestrelbrook spoke in her usual spunky attitude, shaking off her unease as she replied, "you probably get asked this a bunch since me popping up here looks like no big deal but, where the heck am I? And who are you.. and.. why am I not dead?"

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    [size=11pt]Well you only need the light when it's burning low
    Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
    Only know you love her when you let her go


    Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
    Only hate the road when you’re missin' home
    Only know you love her when you let her go
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    ~IC~
    "Oh hello. Whats your name? Im Silverheart." She said to the she-cat. She smiled glad that she didnt start the conversation this time. "We are here because we lived worthy lives. We were chosen to be reborn. I am also new.
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    [size=11pt]And you let her go[/size]
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    ~OOC~


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    [size=11pt]You see that guy in the corner? The one you called emo? The one that never really mattered to you? He tried to kill himself last night. 98% of you wont care. Put this in your signature if your one of the 2% that cares[/size]


    [size=7pt][font= New Times Roman](c) .:Eaglestar the Wise:.
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    "I don't know if I'd call my life anything close to 'worthy'.. but thanks. Nice to meet you, Silverheart. I'm.. uh. Kestrelbrook," she had been using the name for herself for awhile now, whenever she thought about the wild. But had never really used it aloud before since Charlie and her two-legs would always call her Kitti.

    "What Clan did you live in?" Rippleheart asked her curiously. He never heard of or met her, but thought she came along after he died.

    "Oh I er.." her mind raced to try and remember what clan Charlie had been in.. but she couldn't recall the name of it for the life of her. She grasped to make something up but ended up spilling stupidly, "it's a long story.."

    Rippleheart nodded after a heartbeat. "Don't worry about it." He said though there was a bit of suspicion of her words.

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    TEXT
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    "Well," Deadstar started again, "You could take something from the fresh kill pile, mingle with the others, or find a place to sleep. I'm sure there's someone here who'll give you a tour."




    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 170px; height: 447px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; font-family: New Times Roman; color: #8a0303][justify]To Moscow I came seeking fortune
    But they’re making me work til I’m dead
    The bourgeoisie have it so easy
    The Tsar’s putting gold on his bread
    The people of Moscow are hungry
    But think what a feast there could be
    If we could create a socialist state
    That cared for the people like me:




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That descend upon me from up above.
    They come down and I spin them around
    Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
    Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
    And the lines will be formed as they fall -
    Then I see that I have misjudged it!
    I should not have nudged it after all.
    Can I have a long one please?
    Why must these infernal blocks tease?




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
    A collective regime of peace and love.
    I work so hard in arranging the blocks
    But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
    But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
    For we know that the old regime must die.
    Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
    We salute the sickle and star!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    The food on your plate now belongs to the state
    A collective regime of peace and love.
    I have no choice in arranging the blocks
    Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
    The rule of the game is we all are the same
    And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
    Long live Stalin! He loves you!
    Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do...




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
    They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate
    But we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan.
    I am the man who arranges the tanks
    That will make all the Nazis keep away
    The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
    Let us point all our guns at the USA.
    We shall live forever more!
    We can start a nuclear war!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That are building a highly secret base.
    Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!
    We are sending our men to outer space.
    I work so hard in arranging the blocks
    But each night I go home to my wife in tears -
    "What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall
    And in front of your eyes it disappears?"
    Pointless work for pointless pay
    This is one game I shall not play!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks!
    But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed.
    The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold
    And I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread
    Maybe we’d be better off
    If we brought down Gorbachev




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    The markets are free! So much money for me!
    Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
    The markets are free! So much money for me!
    Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
    Peace and love, peace and love!







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    [size=7pt][font= New Times Roman](c) .:Eaglestar the Wise:.
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    Go Ahead And Call Me That.
    That Name You Just Said.
    Call Me That.
    My True Name Is Lost To Time,
    So Go Ahead And Call Me That.
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    OOC:
    IC: Frozen Skies poked her head over Deadstar's shoulder. "I'd be willing to!" Two new cats in one day! I love this place, it's so much fun to learn about the places other cats came from!
    [img width=510 height=286]http://fukanounashigoto.free.f…nal/temp/tsubasa05_10.jpg[/img]
    Here's Some News,
    You're The First.
    The First To Call Me A Name.
    So Do Me A Favor, Please,
    And Call Me That Name Again.

    My Name Is Lost To Time.
    I Am One Of The Four.
    What Did You Just Call Me?
    Spring....
    Go Ahead And Call Me That,
    For The Rest Of Time.

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    TEXT
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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 250px; height: 285px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; font-family: New Times Roman; color: #8a0303;]IC:
    "Well," Deadstar meowed happily, "You might as well start now, and make the most of the day. Try and show them the territory if you can, too."




    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 170px; height: 447px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; font-family: New Times Roman; color: #8a0303][justify]To Moscow I came seeking fortune
    But they’re making me work til I’m dead
    The bourgeoisie have it so easy
    The Tsar’s putting gold on his bread
    The people of Moscow are hungry
    But think what a feast there could be
    If we could create a socialist state
    That cared for the people like me:




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That descend upon me from up above.
    They come down and I spin them around
    Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
    Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
    And the lines will be formed as they fall -
    Then I see that I have misjudged it!
    I should not have nudged it after all.
    Can I have a long one please?
    Why must these infernal blocks tease?




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
    A collective regime of peace and love.
    I work so hard in arranging the blocks
    But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
    But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
    For we know that the old regime must die.
    Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
    We salute the sickle and star!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    The food on your plate now belongs to the state
    A collective regime of peace and love.
    I have no choice in arranging the blocks
    Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
    The rule of the game is we all are the same
    And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
    Long live Stalin! He loves you!
    Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do...




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
    They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate
    But we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan.
    I am the man who arranges the tanks
    That will make all the Nazis keep away
    The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
    Let us point all our guns at the USA.
    We shall live forever more!
    We can start a nuclear war!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That are building a highly secret base.
    Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!
    We are sending our men to outer space.
    I work so hard in arranging the blocks
    But each night I go home to my wife in tears -
    "What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall
    And in front of your eyes it disappears?"
    Pointless work for pointless pay
    This is one game I shall not play!




    I am the man who arranges the blocks!
    But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed.
    The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold
    And I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread
    Maybe we’d be better off
    If we brought down Gorbachev




    I am the man who arranges the blocks
    That continue to fall from up above.
    The markets are free! So much money for me!
    Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
    The markets are free! So much money for me!
    Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
    Peace and love, peace and love!







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    [size=7pt][font= New Times Roman](c) .:Eaglestar the Wise:.
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    With a joyous smile flashed to Frozen Skies, Kestrelbrook made her way, half bouncing half trotting, over to the she-cat before asking curiously, "and what's your name?" The eager young she had already dismissed the mystery and unease of the whole situation and as usual didn't seemed bothed by anything at the moment. She was simply acting how she had always acted once more, as if nothing had changed when in fact for her, everything had just changed.

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    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity:0.60; height:300px; width:270px; border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; color:SteelBlue; overflow:auto;] ~IC~
    "Could I tag along? I would love to see the territory."Silverheart was a little hesitant, bacause she had not met many cats and could not find Blossompool. Yet she was very eagerly awaiting the time when she new more about the tribe of the reborn cats. She wasnt sure how her life was worthy enough, but she intended to find out.
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    Go Ahead And Call Me That.
    That Name You Just Said.
    Call Me That.
    My True Name Is Lost To Time,
    So Go Ahead And Call Me That.
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    IC: Frozen Skies looked over at Silverheart, and smiled. "Sure, why not?"
    "And my name is Dragon of the Frozen Skies, but you can just call me Frozen Skies."
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    Here's Some News,
    You're The First.
    The First To Call Me A Name.
    So Do Me A Favor, Please,
    And Call Me That Name Again.

    My Name Is Lost To Time.
    I Am One Of The Four.
    What Did You Just Call Me?
    Spring....
    Go Ahead And Call Me That,
    For The Rest Of Time.