[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 450px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; font-color: linen][justify]The tanned lioness lounged around in her room, tracing her claw marks that are embedded in the walls. Rolling her golden oculars, Switchcub rose to her paws, as she was so bored that she thought meeting her clanmates was a good idea.
Trumping into the main hub of Darkclan's camp, the young fem looked around for someone interesting to talk to. Eh, most of the npcs seened boring. Plopping down, the cub stared scoring the ground with her dagger-like claws.
[color=transparent] #yoswitchy
