amazing things can come from terrible nights [p]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt #A6E5F3; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -30px;][align=center][size=46pt][color=#A6E5F3][b]Bitterpaw[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -21px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: -2px;][align=center][size=15pt][color=white][b]☆ NO, YOU CANNOT BE HER; SHE IS FAR AWAY[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -19px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: 2px;][align=center][size=10][color=white][b]( WALKING IN STARLIGHT IN ANOTHER WORLD )[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed #A6E5F3; border-bottom: 3px dashed #A6E5F3; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 200px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]The sun was setting across the ocean, slowly being consumed and sent to a watery grave. Streaks of orange, red, and purple danced in the sky, coloring the ocean and Bitterpaw's fur with its dying light. Pretty. The corporal sat on the beach, cool sand beneath her paws as her thoughts toyed with themselves. She just couldn't seem to focus on anything particular. One moment it was thoughts on today's hunting and the next on how unbelievably alone she felt. A puff of air escaped her in the form of a tired sigh as she lowered her body to the ground. Things just weren't making sense these days. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center]"you tomato bastard"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 55px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: center]R O M A N O K I T


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    If there was something Romanokit was good at, it probably wasn't cheering people up. He kind of just got dragged down into it with them. Well whatever. The reddish Havana brown padded out onto the beach from the forest, shaking leaves from his pelt, hazily green eyes crossing over Bitterpaw. Well he might as well. The tom kit padded over, jabbing her in the side with his paw, "You okay there?" he meowed, raising a non-existent eyebrow.



    #hcactivityroman
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt #A6E5F3; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -30px;][align=center][size=46pt][color=#A6E5F3]Bitterpaw[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -21px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: -2px;][align=center][size=15pt][color=white][b]☆ NO, YOU CANNOT BE HER; SHE IS FAR AWAY[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -19px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: 2px;][align=center][size=10][color=white][b]( WALKING IN STARLIGHT IN ANOTHER WORLD )[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed #A6E5F3; border-bottom: 3px dashed #A6E5F3; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 200px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]The prod in the side was definitely not a welcome feeling now that her underside was laced with cuts. Stupid Insignian. She suppressed a shudder at the memory of the eagle ripping at her stomach with its talons. At least it didn't get away unscathed either. Turning around to snap at whomever was the idiot to mess with her healing process, Bitterpaw choked down the words that had been about to fall out of her mouth. Romanokit. Her nephew. [b]"Um, yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking. You're Burr's kid, right?"
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    [align=center][sup][color=white] #yuetemplate, #hcactivitybitter

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center]"you tomato bastard"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 55px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: center]R O M A N O K I T


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    Romano quickly retracted his paw back, placing it down on the white sands below him. "Yeah.... Im Romanokit" he meowed with a proud smile. He would be an apprentice in a moon, or well, in 9 days actually because it would have been tomorrow, but his role player was going away. Roma ran a paw back across his right ear. "Your Bitterpaw, mom mentioned you once or twice".



    #hcactivityroman
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -21px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: -2px;][align=center][size=15pt][color=white][b]☆ NO, YOU CANNOT BE HER; SHE IS FAR AWAY[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -19px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: 2px;][align=center][size=10][color=white][b]( WALKING IN STARLIGHT IN ANOTHER WORLD )[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed #A6E5F3; border-bottom: 3px dashed #A6E5F3; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 200px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8][b]"Really?"     She never even mentioned you or what had happened between her and Hades. "That's nice of her. I guess." Returning her odd colored gaze to the vibrant ocean, the apprentice sat up, curling her tail around as she stretched. "It's pretty out here, yes?"
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    [align=center][sup][color=white] #yuetemplate, #hcactivitybitter

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center]"you tomato bastard"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 55px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: center]R O M A N O K I T


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    Roman shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so"


    // and the award for lowest muse goes to Immy!! Sorry its rushed, have to go to the port



    #hcactivityroman
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Bitterpaw nodded her head, as if approving of his answer. Her sister's son didn't seen to be much of a talker, but oh well. This was just her first impression of him. Relaxing in the cooling sand again, she pinned her gaze on to the other's. "How old are you now Romanokit?"


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    "Five moons, six really soon" he meowed, a proud look across his face. He would be an apprentice really soon, he couldn't wait. Of course, he didn't know how much you had to work as an apprentice and Romano HATED work of any kind.



    #hcactivityroman
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Her eyes grew slightly at the fact? Six moons? Dang. "Well, I hope you're apprenticeship goes well. It can become rather bleak at times with the constant chores, but its worth it. Bitterpaw stated as Tardis's muse shriveled up and died.


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