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    [size=15pt]Ivanette Resurgam Xerxes ![/size]


    [align=center][size=7pt]4 months - female - SunClan - kit/fawn - no powers[/size]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 130px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]By now, traveling from territory to territory had become quite customary for Ivy. She wasn't expecting anything different than meeting a new face, which to her was quite the thrill. By now, the RiverClan borderline was well behind her, so at this point, all Ivy was looking for was someone to occupy her, which was what she routinely did. Almost as soon as she immersed herself in RiverClan territory, she discovered an open, almost shrubless clearing. Centering herself in the opening seemed like a reasonable scheme, after all, the goal was to be as exposed as possible. Settling with her pliable limbs tucked awkwardly beneath her small physique, she collectedly hoped for a stranger to emerge.[/fancypost]
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    [align=center]★★★

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: bold; font-style: times new roman; font-size: 27px; margin-bottom: -6; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center; width: 358px; height: px;]WILLIAM {♥} STRIFE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=px; width: 350px; height: px;]Hover for info | Powers/add-ons | [abbr=Cat (main & male), German Shepherd (male), American Quarter Horse (female), Corriedale sheep (female), Red deer (male), Corgi (female), Wolf (female) ]Multiple Possessions[/abbr] | Companions
    Attack in darkred[hr][/fancypost]
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    //Sorry for the wait!
    A little bit rushed, sorry!


    The German Shepherd's homesickness was slowly beginning to ripple, rise and fall every now and again when his thoughts wandered back to ThunderClan on their own, though his travelling was making him happier and, to be quite honest, he felt better about himself, it didn't stop the pain of knowing you'd leave and maybe not come back--maybe, one day, face them in a battle. Painful, it was.



    Strife let out a trembling breath, wagging his large tail back and forth in mild-mannered thought when another scent caught his coal-black nose. "Huh?" Deciding he'd best follow it to make sure nothing was afoot, the RiverClanner of the moment padded towards the scent with a hardy feeling centring in his heart, ready to jump into battle or action to protect RiverClan.



    Padding towards the scent and the clearing, he pushed through the bushes and narrowed his eyes for a second, jumping out. "Name and business! What are you doing over the RiverClan border?" Did his fur smell enough of RiverClan for this animal to believe he wasn't a random loner? Did they think he was threatening? Dim-witted? Let's just wait and see.


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    [size=15pt]Ivanette Resurgam Xerxes ![/size]


    [align=center][size=7pt]4 months - female - SunClan - kit/fawn - no powers[/size]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 130px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Quite frankly, Ivy didn't know what to think. Here she was, caught in the middle of horizontal clearing with a canine who apparently wasn't thrilled with her company. On top of that, she was also centered in foreign clan territory. "Salutations." She called out towards the stranger, a slight tremor making her voice quake. "Uh- If you're asking for my full name, it's Ivanette Resurgam Xerxes." Which, he probably wasn't, but saying it made her feel all the more refined. "I was brought here on one of my exertions, another way of saying that I had absentmindedly crossed your border. Pardon me asking, but who might I be speaking with?"[/fancypost]
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    [align=center]★★★

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: bold; font-style: times new roman; font-size: 27px; margin-bottom: -6; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center; width: 358px; height: px;]WILLIAM {♥} STRIFE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=px; width: 350px; height: px;]Hover for info | Powers/add-ons | [abbr=Cat (main & male), German Shepherd (male), American Quarter Horse (female), Corriedale sheep (female), Red deer (male), Corgi (female), Wolf (female) ]Multiple Possessions[/abbr] | Companions
    Attack in darkred[hr][/fancypost]
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    Strife decided to disregard his business-like posture for once and walk a little closer, tilting his head at the tremble of a greeting he got in return - oh, StarClan! Maybe he had been too threatening!
    "Greetings, Ivanette," the German Shepherd barked, his deep American accent coming through quite strongly as he tried to clear his throat. "Sorry about that--Oh, wait... Are you a traveller?" Strife's eyes widened, though he quickly fell back into his own self, raising his head slightly. "You are speaking to William Blanche Nocturne-Latine Starke Aema Ravenwood Strife, Madam." Saying his whole name was likely not a good idea in this case, but it seemed more formal and it appeared Ivanette was going for formal. "But, umh, most just call me William, or Strife. The latter is preferred..."


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