[align=center][size=8]Bulletproof had worked for hours on the banner. It was beautiful and glorious, and he'd used a ton of artsy supplies he'd sprained his paw stealing from humans. It had in big, bold, fancy letters: THE BADGER HOUSE. And beneath it was a bunch of badgers chasing after cats and the cats turning around to fight the badgers. All around it were words like 'powerful' or 'strong' or even 'deadly.' Because that was the meaning of that house. He had glitter on the words that were glued and the banner was twice his size.
He carefully grabbed his banner by the edge, the wind billowing through to made it shudder and flap. He held tight and carried it through the winds, the dark sky forming above him. He just had to get it to camp! Otherwise it would be ruined by the oncoming rain. He could see it, so close now. The rain began to spit down on him, hitting him and the paper and making the paint bleed a bit. He let out a yowl through his teeth as the rain began to full out pour on him and his piece, and he tripped on the uneven ground, falling on his side as the banner fluttered from his grip and got caught on a rock, the ink facing upwards. He sat up and watched in despair as the words began to bleed into meaningless blobs, his hard work ruined. The corners of his eyes stung. Now what was he going to do? He was wet, cold, and defeated. He slumped to the ground, holding his paws over his eyes.
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