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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]"Okay, so follow me.~" Was the last thing the marbled tabby said before she was beginning towards camp, casting a glance over her shoulder to make sure Alex was following behind. It wouldn't be a tour if the newcomer wasn't even there, so the soldier had to make sure to keep track of the other female during this, although she doubted she'd be capable of losing the wildcat.

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    DARKCLAN ☠ SOLDIER[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]A sharp nod of her head and the jag was off, following behind the smaller feline. She as limping, of course, and the effort was more an annoyance than anything. Alex growled quietly to her useless leg before turning her attention to Allison. "So, where are we heading?"
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