Tell my mother, tell my father (private for now) i did the best i can

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; background: #292929; border-top: 4pt #cc9b46 solid; border-bottom: 4pt #cc9b46 solid; width: 370px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px black; color: #cc9b46; font: 30pt new times roman; text-align:center; line-height: 70%;]Harliquine[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float: left; width: 350px; width: 100px; height: 80px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; height: 130px; border: 2px solid #fff; background-image: url(http://i1159.photobucket.com/a…02_120305_zps93e31237.jpg); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 385px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 95%; margin-left: -23px;]The zombie cub, see pelt description in siggy, was out alone in their new jungle. She honestly liked it there. It was peaceful and quiet. Little did she know that today was different. Something new was about to happen, but not good. How could she have known.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

    blair had been padding around in ThunderClan territory when she spotted a odd colored snow leopard. A enemy snow leopard, being the person she was she would pad forward slowly. Then she would aim to hit Harliquine in the head, trying to knock her out. It all depended on the impact.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; background: #292929; border-top: 4pt #cc9b46 solid; border-bottom: 4pt #cc9b46 solid; width: 370px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px black; color: #cc9b46; font: 30pt new times roman; text-align:center; line-height: 70%;]Harliquine[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float: left; width: 350px; width: 100px; height: 80px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; height: 130px; border: 2px solid #fff; background-image: url(http://i1159.photobucket.com/a…02_120305_zps93e31237.jpg); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 385px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 95%; margin-left: -23px;]The cub, not realizing that she had stepped out of her territory and into trouble, took the blow. Her body swayed and she collapsed on the ground. Head dealing. She closed her violet eyes, sinking into the darkness. The Living Dead Girl was out cold. At the mercy of this pro-clanner. She should have staid inside her boarders. To late now.


    OCC;; you can power play her, but no serious injuries and can you link me to the thread in Thinderclan where you take her?[/fancypost][/fancypost]