HEY BITCHES - open, party invite - PARTY AT MY PLACE

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]Toxicshock was waiting at the border, hoping some phantomclanner would come by. This place was fucking creepy.


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    "Name 'n' business?"
    Memoria was short and to the point because that's all the plump jaguar had the patience for at the moment. She looked crotchety, and felt crotchety, and for good *ing reason. The charcoal femme narrowed her eyes at the newcomer, standing with a grace that made her seem like she belonged to this place of intrigue.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 30px; color: white; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][font=georgia]Toxicshock[i]![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;]SKULLCLAN — DECKHAND — [abbr=has invisibility, title of scoutmaster, no kill/capture, can get minor injuries]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]"I need a higher up to speak with. I have an invitation to skullclan to open up to PhantomClan. It's gonna be a hella swag party tbh." The text-talk 21St-century vocab-infused caracal meowed, looking at the newly promoted guard.
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    Memoria paused.
    "They'll be along in a moment."
    The jaguar spoke, a small, politically correct smile gracing her maw. She sent, using her special abilities, a irritating buzzing noise towards camp, making sure that the sound waves didn't reach the ears of the visitor.

    he wasn't any higher ranked then his fellow Guard, but the male knew he'd have to be at the top of his game from now on! Large paw's kneaded the ground, anxious paw going to his muzzle for one second. "Greeting's." they could only wait for Nettle or Jefferson.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: auto; margin-right: -1px; margin-left: -50px;][justify][font=georgia][size=24]Nettle ▲[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 356px; height: auto; margin-top: -18px;][align=right]INFORMATION ▲ [abbr=shapeshifting (lion with wings, snow leopard, elk, mountain lion, cheetah, black wolf, domestic red tabby cat) ▲ ability to absorb spirits (0/9) ▲ pelt color manipulation ▲ the sight ▲ telepathy ▲ eye color manipulation ▲ invisibility ▲ super senses]POWERS[/abbr] [color=red]▲ INTERACTION[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -8px;][justify][color=#d2d2d2][sub]"I've been requested, yes?" Nettle said, walking in. The black wolf glanced towards Toxic before nodding. "You can expect PhantomClan to be there."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 200px; height: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: black 1px 1px 3px; text-align: center; margin-left: -155px;][size=23pt][i][color=maroon]acting on your best behaviour[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; margin-left: -150px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: center;][size=8][color=black][ turn your back on mother nature ][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 5px double maroon; border-left: 0px double white; border-bottom: 5px double maroon; border-right: 0px double maroon; width: 400px; height: 300px; margin-left: -110px; overflow: auto; width: 395px; height: 295px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;][color=black][size=8]Metropolitan teenagers were annoying as hell. [b]"You can bet your ass that PhantomClan will be there," Jefferson responded like a teenager though, his lemon-lime eyes browsing Toxic.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 30px; color: white; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][font=georgia]Toxicshock[i]![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;]SKULLCLAN — DECKHAND — [abbr=has invisibility, title of scoutmaster, no kill/capture, can get minor injuries]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]"It's to celebrate the new era of gender equality in SkullClan, as chicks weren't allowed to have positions of power. Y'all in?" X meowed informally to the leader and deputy.


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    "Oh * yeah."
    Memoria was suddenly oddly excited about this nonsense- probably since she still remembered when chicks didn't have any power in the Civil. Still, her sudden interest might alarm those who knew her, since she spoke enthusiastically.