[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;][color=white]"STORMTRIBE!" Jester's voice rang out around the castle. "WE HAVE BEEN INVITED TO A TRAINING EVENT BY DEERCLAN! WE HAVE BEEN THE LAUGHING STOCK OF THE ANTI-GROUPS, EVEN BEEN CONSIDERED PRO!" the tiger stopped to catch his breath. The sucking void of sadness at Liszt's departure had lessened, but with it came a bout of anger and agitation. "GET YOUR SORRY, LAZY ASSES OUT OF BED AND FIGHT FOR THE TRIBE."
The tiger nodded his head. His message was clear. Get up, get moving. The tribe was weak. It had been some time. He was determined to move it up the ranks again.
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