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[size=30pt][b]surf[color=#BDEDFF]beach
[size=7pt][color=white]female • 8 moons • footprints sprout flowers only used when wanted
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[size=8][color=white][I]thoughts ;; actions ;; [b]"[color=#BDEDFF]speaking"[hr][justify][color=white][font=Georgia]SunClan was amazing, or at least that's what the little grey and white she-cat thought of the clan anyway. Ever since joining she had hardly ever had a dull moment, from expeditions to go hunting for gems, welcoming new members and watching love blossom as people began to partner up and get together. Despite a little bit of recent drama everything seemed to be sailing quite smoothly in SunClan at the moment. Within the few short days that she'd been a member of the clan she'd made a bunch of great new friends and even chosen a couple of role models, people that she admired and aspired to be like one day. Her main role model had been Cain, the sunguard that Surfpaw had become firm friends with during her short time here. Among her other friends there was Dreamingpaw, the amazingly sweet brigadier, and Brokenpaw, her fellow squire. Of course she had managed to make a bunch of other friends at well but if she had to choose the three she liked best those girls would probably rank pretty high up on the list.
After a day of wandering around the cathedral, managing to get lost numerous times in the twists and turns, hallways, stairs and dead end paths, the she-cat was sitting out in the afternoon sun. Her cerulean eyes were gazing around and her little grey ears were pricked as she listened to the beautiful bird song. Surfpaw liked this time of the afternoon the best, mainly because it was still warm and all the birds come out to sing goodnight to the world for awhile. Grey and white body basking in the sunlight she would vaguely wonder if anyone was about to talk to.