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    [ cub ★ male ★ attack in mediumspringgreen ]
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    for some odd reason, plasticcub was in a bad mood today. a terrible mood, actually. the jagupard was crouched at the banks of the lake with a large pile of different colors at his small paws. having managed to sneak out of the castle without his mother dragging him back, the boy had found the fabrics (which were scarves) just lying there.


    "finders keepers, losers weepers," plasticcub grumbled, before picking out a green and white one with a claw. maybe he could have his own private fashion show! a slow grin fell upon his maw before the jagupard rolled away, heading back to the castle for the items he needed.


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    it wasn't long before everything was set up - plasticcub had the scarves and other things hidden behind a willow tree, where he'd pop out of like lady gaga. an old walkman radio accompanied the cub and he pressed down on a button. music started to play. this was his moment!


    with a snazzy pair of spring green sunglasses and the scarf wrapped around his neck, the hybrid tottered out from behind the willow and struck a pose.





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