[size=19px]twilitpaw
[size=7pt]speaking -- thinking -- being narrated[/size]
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With a contented sigh, the newly accepted fawn she-cat sat on the ground, curling her long tail around her paws. Sniffling against her mild cold, Twilitpaw pricked her ears and shuffled her paws, before lifting one to raise her glasses. She rose her tail to cover her nose and she gave a gentle sneeze. Darn colds. Despite her condition, Twilitpaw felt she needed to be known, so, clearing her throat, she readied to speak. "Anyone for a meet and greet?"
[/justify][align=center][color=linen][size=5pt](c) pompeii[/size]