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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]Ivy was making use of a vividly hued floret patch, interweaving their delicate stems into orderly circles. Making floral jewelry was quite diverting, especially if she had this many clanmates to share with. Of course, that wasn't what she was fixated on. Just recently, she had gotten into the proclivity of eyeing available residences. Ever since she perceived Newmoon's story about the rifle, she had acutely wanted to find one of her own, or something like it. Oddly enough, she had newly discovered her profound fascination with weapons, which wasn't surprising, since there weren't many ways she could defend her feeble, fawn body. Until then, jewelry making was perfectly fine by her, and maybe she would meet a new face as well.
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[align=center]★★★