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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]There were so many joiners as well as returning SunClanners!


    It was absolutely fabulous in the tortoiseshell's opinion as she made her way down the stairs towards the main room of the cathedral, tail tip flicking from side to side with ease. A small smile on Emilie's face, she'd begin to hum a soft tune upon her descend, heading towards the large doors and pushing them open, wrinkling her nose a bit as she did so.


    "Come out tonight, come out tonight.
    There's no one standing in your way."


    She'd sing quietly, stopping once she exited the building and took a seat right outside, allowing her tail that had just been swaying around in a joyful manner to wrap neatly around her ivory-tipped paws, mustard colored gaze focused ahead of her.


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    her tiny paws swiftly carried her before she started to head back to the massive building for seeing the female and stopped half-way.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]Unfortunately, Howlingkit would not be capable of escaping Em for the tortie's eyes had already locked on the kitten. Not wanting to intimidate the female, she'd give a wave of her tail, beckoning for Howl to come over with a soft smile. Emilie remembered her, of course, and wanted to try to get the younger SunClanner over to where she was.


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]"Hey there," was the female's greeting as Howlingkit approached. Her face had fallen into a neutral expression as she had been waiting but now the corners of her lips were tugging into a warm, small smile. Em was still not interested in intimidating the poor thing by accident. "I just, um, wanted to see how you were doing here."


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]Blinking, she found herself sighing a bit. Oh, this seemed like it was going to be hard, but being the somewhat determined feline that she was, she found herself keeping her yellow gaze focused on the kitten, tilting her head to the side only slightly. "So, yeah, I'm Emilie." The tortie felt like she had introduced herself because she had been there when Howlingkit appeared, but her roleplayer had a bad memory, so she was confirming her name with a smile.


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]Despite the sudden rush of happiness that came along with learning Howlingkit's name, she realized that if she were to show her obvious joy, she'd probably scare the kitten away, which caused her to bite her lip and keep calm as she gave a nod of her head in understanding. "That's a nice name," she'd murmur. "It's nice to actually meet you."


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]Emilie noticed the anti-socialness and wasn't sure what the cause was, so she wasn't exactly sure what to say to the kitten but after a pause and a moment that she found rather awkward, she'd continue on, breaking the silence that had been created. "You can talk to me, y'know? I'm nice.. I think."


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]Honestly, the female wasn't even sure what to say in response to that, so she sort of just attempted to continue the conversation with the awareness that there was the possibility of utter failure. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," was how the squire found herself beginning, shuffling her paws around as her smile became more nervous than anything.


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    [justify][sub]The kitten would blink a few times, as she looked away from the tortie and scan the trees, flowers and stuff before Howlingkit spoke once again. "[color=lightgreen]It's not a problem." The young girl replied, closing her silver visionaries as her ears erected to listen to what else the squire had to say to her. Mentally, the fallen angel would chuckle how the squire thought she was bothering her, but she really wasn't. The only time someone would bother her is if she was sleeping, drawing in the sand or something else.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]A nod of her head was given as she watched Howlingkit, slowly starting to grow more comfortable as she looked around a bit as well. "Alright, awesome." The feline would state, trying to keep her bubbly self to a minimum, something she could do pretty well. "So, um, do you have any family?"


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    [justify][sub]The kitten cringed slightly as her eyes opened instantly before replying. "[color=lightgreen]Murdered." Was all she had to say about the family question, though she would slowly start to consider Belial sorta as a brother to her.

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]Oh. Oops. "I'm sorry," the feline would murmur, feeling her fur grow warm as she thought about how bad of a question that was. She wouldn't want someone to bring up family with her personally, although that had been the first thing that had come to mind, and here she was feeling like an idiot.


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    [justify][sub]"[color=lightgreen]It's not your fault." The little white kitten replied, her silver visionaries slowly closing as her tail started to tighten around her haunches.