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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;] SUNCLAN — APPRENTICE — [abbr= SUNCLAN SWEETHEART : connor x npc, melanistic serval, six moons, flower power, easy, pm to plot, open to capture]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]the peaceful melanistic serval walked around sunclan camp, violet visionaries surveying the peeling mansion walls. part of her wanted to immediately patch it up, but that might be her obsessive cleaning disorder. sighing, the petite feline jumped up onto the window, watching the ground outside. she wondered what it would be like to be in love. would it be strange? happy? awkward? it certainly seemed depressing, from what she'd seen around sunclan. god, love. such a strange concept.
"i don't know where i, am going to rest my head tonight,
so i won't promise that i'll speak to you today
but if i ever find another place a better time,
for that moment, i was never what i am,
take me to where you are,
what you've become,
and what will you do when i am gone," she sang softly under her breath, eyes fluttering closed as the tune of the song rushed through her mind. after a moment, she jumped down, claws clacking against the ground as she kept walking.
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