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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Birds muttered their distaste in sorrowful squawks above him, a small bird from the freshkill pile hanging from his jaws as he carried the prey atop the stairs of the ship, padding to the railing of the deck and dropping it so that the lifeless food lie perched beneath his paws. Hmm, he'd been quite hungry, and hadn't bothered grabbing a snack beforehand when he ventured out on miniadventures through the clan. The rain had, the next day, eased up, and now the only evidence remaining was the drying droplets littering the beach, barely noticeable. A burning sand warmed the land after the downpour, providing a quite nice sparkling ocean.
Cottonkit quietly consumed the small piece of prey, watching the waves frolic as he silently reflected on the memories from the previous day.
"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]
