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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]She was just sitting around, because the only two threads that were active were the ones where Camille had been promoted; there wasn't much left to post in those. The cat just gazed out onto the sand.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: dotum; font-size: 10pt]The former Hawkclanner had never gotten to know Esther, or as she goes by Witchkit now, very well. Padding up to the girl, he dipped his head in greeting and no signs of smiles were hinted on his features. "Hello, how are you? Are you excited about being a merchant?"

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Honestly? She was, a bit; but she had no idea how to even do her job. What was she supposed to do, just trade? Where? When? With who? With what? "Uh, hi ... Yes, I am, thanks," Witchkit replied rather shyly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: dotum; font-size: 10pt]It had seemed that merchants didn't have the clearest job, but Isaac had ideas that he had to share with Felicity to see if she would approve of them. "Well, thats good," he continued. He remembered being promoted to several different semi-hps during his time in Hawkclan. A lifeguard, event planner, and spy. His dream was to be promoted to aristocrat, or spirit as they are called now, but when he had moved to Tidalclan, it was such a shock to have been promoted to deputy in such a short time. "So, do you have anything on your mind?"

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    Padding over the newly promoted merchant gave a wave of his tail in greeting happily. "How are you all?" he asked a question in his voice as he came closer to Isaac and the kitten who's name had been called to be merchant.



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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"No," She replied curtly. It was because she really didn't, and also because her rp'er was supposed to be studying for her Algebra formal tomorrow.

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    Seeing as Witchkit had ignored him, the cat shook his head and looked to Isaac. Isaac was really active lately and he liked that.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=#fff]"Hey, Witchkit," she offered up, hesitantly as she approached. More and more lately she was getting that strong vibe you got off someone when they didn't like you from the kitten, and it clearly put her off guard.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]She tucked her paws underneath her body. "Do you think I'm too young to become a sentinel?" She wondered out loud, eyes focusing on the ground.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=#fff]"Of course not, Annabeth became a sentinel at two moons and you are older and more mature than her so why would you be to young?" she questioned the female, taking a seat.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Annabeth was promoted to sentinel at two months? She hadn't even known that. "Oh," Witchkit replied simply. Well, there had probably been a rather good reason she wasn't promoted at the previous meeting- probably because she'd been inactive or because she'd been promoted in merchant. But then again, Camille had been promoted twice in the same day.

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    Ancholme just shook his head. She had an ambition he once had. And now he saw why others tended to ignore him back then. "Witchkit, prove you are loyal, stick around for a while, stay active, and do your best. I am 15 moons old, I have been hear for three human months and was promoted for my second time ever."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=#fff]"Yeah..." the three moon old trailed off, smile sinking. when she looked back up she questioned bluntly, "You hate me do you? I get a feeling you do, how come?" Cam quickly told herself she didn't care, the same as she had with Marchingpaw's comment of her cheer levels.

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    Anch was stern. "Do you hate me to? You sure act of it."



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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]She tensed a bit. "I don't hate either of you," She replied plainly. Well, she wasn't a big fan of the Anchovies guy because her yelled at her. But she had had a crush on Camille for a little bit.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #F3E2A9; border-bottom: none; width: 480px; height: 215px; padding: 0px; background: url(http://oi58.tinypic.com/314thnd.jpg);][fancypost bgcolor=#F3E2A9; border: none; border-bottom: 2px solid #FBF5EF; height: 15px; width: 480px; margin-top: 160px; padding: 4px 0; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; color: #61380B; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: cambria; font-style: italic]Ancholme Coalen.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#F3E2A9; border: none; width: 480px; height: 10px; padding: 3px 0; font-family: californian fb; color: #FBF5EF; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; word-spacing: 3px]template by punki[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#F3E2A9; border: 3px solid #F3E2A9; width: 430px; min-height: 150px; padding: 25px][fancypost bgcolor=#FBF5EF; border: none; width: 400px; min-height: 120px; padding: 15px; font-family: cambria; color: #61380B; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify]
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    Looking at Witchkit the tom just sighed. He yelled at her when she was drunk because she saidd she hated her mother. That was the only time ever. "I don't know what I've done-" he started, sadness in his voice, "But whatever it was - I'm sorry."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=#fff]"Oh, sorry then. I really though you did..." Wow. That just made everything awkward now didn't it? She had to go a blab her mouth and ruin a semi-nice environment. May that was why they did like cheery people. They said whatever came to mind. "Promise?"

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"Uou didn't to anything," She said, tears pooling in her eyes. "You guys didn't even know when to shut up, I already said I don't hate you." In a much kinder voice she said to Camille, "Promise. I don't."


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=#fff]"Well, someone has got to fill the silence, right?" she said with a shaky laugh. "Aw, don't cry. Why are you cry?" she questioned hesitantly, still worry about the female's some times harsh replies.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"I don't cry!" She replied, sucking in a large breath of air and steadying herself.