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| [fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Coming into a new place meant one thing: You had to make friends. It was hard to just saunter on in and instantly be super popular and loved by everyone. Sydney knew this, despite how much she wished it were possible. So far everyone she had met were friendly and fun, and she suspected that most were here. RiverClan seemed like a lovely place, hence her desire to join in the first place. Of course, now that the task of being accepted was over, she was left to find some others to talk to. Making friends hadn't ever been difficult for her. Rather the opposite. But still, the tabby and white kitten was well aware not everyone wanted to simply approach strangers. Therefore, she made her presence clear by sitting in the center of camp, waiting for someone to wander by so she could say hello. battle tags |
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