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    Of course, she didn't really care about it all too much though. She was pretty easy-going, and although there were a few odd looks here and there — considering she looked drunk 99.9% of her life — she didn't really care for their opinions and continued to strut — or wobble — on her way. And so currently, she was doing the aforementioned 'running' (used very loosely) that she preformed a lot, 'jumping' at trees, falling, then rinsing and repeating. It was mostly a fun thing for her, unless of course she got injured doing it, but she didn't really care if she got injured at that point.[/justify]
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    ♛ HOSTESSCUPCAKES

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    SHADOWCLAN — OFFICER — FEMALE — ATTACK IN MAROON — [abbr=permanent limp on right foreleg — widow — wears eyepatch over left eye — eye color chart on profile — black, red-tipped wings]OTHER[/abbr]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]Host, meanwhile, was standing by, just.. watching. She was staring right at her, pondering about a few things. "What's her name again? What does her blood taste like? Maybe sugar? No, no, she looks more like her blood would taste like honey. I could go for some of that.. It'd calm me down. Maybe I ought to kill her? She's having a hard time in life anyway, being disabled and all. No, I can't do that either. Red would get made. My loving sister can't get mad.. Only I'm allowed to get mad. That's my job.. getting mad." All murderous thoughts aside, she decided to go talk to her for the hell of it. She could always kill her later if she got bored. So, the tuxedo walked over, wearing nothing but a normal, blank look and a hungry glint to her eye. [color=maroon]"Hello there," she greeted.
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    Sweethoney, a young warrior and nursery helper of ShadowClan, laid a distance away, her feathery black-and-white patched tail rustling some pine needles on the forest floor. She blinked her large violetish blue eyes, watching the interaction between the stumbling kit and suspicious warrior. Her spotted legs were tucked under her, and her rather large ears flicked, picking up surrounding sounds.



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