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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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    ;; 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.

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    [size=28pt]DANIEL JAMES HOWELL[/size][hr]
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    dan had a lot of friends in the dear clan he resides in. it was almost e whole clan, though there were so many new members he had to make new friends. one of the newest friends he has met was brokenpaw, a cheerful squire who he loved to hang out with. she was really awesome, especially that she loved hanging out with him also.


    the chamberlain was pacing around the cathedral, ideas running through his head on both his shop and a bunch of stuff he can do to inspire the clan. obviously he couldn't decide on one, but he really needed to clear his mind. this could be the death of him.


    "hey, surfpaw, is it? remember me, daniel?" he asked as he found the squire, a smile forming on his alabaster lips.


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    [size=30pt][b]surfbeach
    [size=7pt]female • 8 moons • footprints sprout flowers only used when wanted

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    ;; actions ;; [b]"[color=#BDEDFF]speaking"[hr][justify][color=white][font=Georgia]As she heard a voice the zoned out squire was snapped back to reality as her ears swiveled towards the tom-cat, the girl's cerulean eyes and head soon following. It took her a moment to realise how she knew him but she soon got it. Oh! That's the guy who met me at the border! The fem would think, offering a polite smile to the chamberlain. Yes she did remember him, he had been one of the first people to find her in SunClan territory only days ago and had welcomed her as a part of the clan with open arms. He'd been nice to her then and he still seemed quite friendly now, which pleased the she-cat to know that there were still people with good attitudes. Unlike what she'd seen of the nurse Emma...


    [color=#BDEDFF][b]"I definitely do remember you, Dan!" Surfpaw meowed in greeting with a nod, remembering vaguely that he had asked her to call him Dan as it was what he preferred. [color=#BDEDFF][b]"And yeh, it is Surfpaw." the grey and white lassie added with a soft grin, happy to have someone to talk to on such a beautiful afternoon.

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    [size=28pt]DANIEL JAMES HOWELL[/size][hr]
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    "]b]yes, finally! someone actually remembers the great and powerful dan![/b]" dan said cheekily, giving her a small smile. everyone knew dan was a joker, so it wouldn't seem like he was gloating or something. well, to some at lest.


    dan sat next to the squire, letting the sun partly blind him for a few moments. he blinked a bit, before sighing. "finall,y it's not freezing for a bit."


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