BOOM CLAP ; private for deadie ; THE SOUND OF MY HEART

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    [size=30pt]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][b]ooc: sorry for how late this was xD


    Cerulean luminaries bright in the morning sunlight the she-cat would leave the cathedral, eager to start a day of work. For the past few days she had done nothing but learn her way around the twisting corridors and halls of the cathedral and the forest lands that she now called home. For a new comer the place was quite confusing and even now the grey and white squire found it all too easy to take a wrong turn on the way to her bedroom and end up walking in on someone else's room. Last night she had gone out for a midnight stroll and when she got back to the cathedral she had walked into what she'd expected to be her bedroom, but instead it turned out to be the dusty library full of ancient books. But Surfpaw was definitely getting better with each minute she spent in her new home.


    Not really sure whether she would hunt or patrol the border the blue-eyed lass decided to simply have a walk around for a little while first.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] SUNCLAN — KNIGHT — [abbr=NO DISCOVERED POWERS, TOYGER]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]/ feels like a butt for doing his but it's actually the sound of my heart, not beat /
    Cal himself wasn't even patrolling, he was prancing around and playing with his beach ball. The alabaster feline had found it down by the shore one day and just decided that it belonged to him, no questions asked. The human that had lost it would just have to forever wonder about the ghost that haunted these areas.


    Over the sound of his own chuckles and the 'pad pad' of the beach ball hitting the soft ground, he heard another higher-pitched sound. pawsteps, and they sounded feminine, faster and with a less serious air around them. Cal batted his ball back toward himself, turning to see who it was. Aye it was surfpaw, he had met her some time ago. "hello mate.", he greeted smoothly in hid Australian accent.
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    [size=30pt]surfbeach
    [size=7pt]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][b]ooc: don't worry I realised it when I posted it and was too lazy to change it xD


    Hearing the familiar sounding voice of a tom-cat the young girl would stop, her cerulean eyes swivelled around to look at him, her head soon following as she cast her gaze on him. Cal! Yes, she remembered the tom-cat quite clearly from when he had led the small group down to hunt for gems in the caves. [color=#BDEDFF][b]"Hey there Cal!" Surfpaw would meow cheerily, admiring the tom's smooth Australian accent. [color=#BDEDFF][b]"What're you up to?" the energetic lass would ask with a tilt of her head.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]' playing with my beach ball.', cal grinned in reply, batting his multi-coloured ball over. it was those large ones you always see little lids tossing around in commercials that cost 20.99 but really only takes a buck each to mass produce. he loved his ball really, it was his source of entertainment when the feline had no one else to talk to but since surfpaw was here the beach ball had served it's purpose. cal would go hunting for it another day when he wanted to play with it again. looking for the ball was always half the fun.
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