[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; height: 225px; background: url(http://31.media.tumblr.com/dbc…15wq0RUs1ruv1gno1_500.gif); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; a: hover; font-family: felix titling; font-style: bold; font-size: 20px; color: #2b1c83; letter-spacing: 20px; text-shadow: 2px 1px 2px #000000; width: 470px; height; 10px]PALECHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#090909; width: 470px; height; 10px; borderwidth=0px;]Reckless, Arrogant RiverClan Elder - Black-Winged, Three-Pawed White Siberian Tigress [/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Palechild had finally found herself her sword again and now didn't care enough about anyone else to not leave. This Clan stared at her way too much, didn't seem to care about her a whole lot and was very annoying. She had good reason to leave, especially when she realized how much she'd be giving up on if she seriously gave up the art of combat. She had so much potential, goals, dreams and was young enough to achieve them still. She stood at the border, wondering if anyone had followed her, waiting to see another cannibalistic murder.
"Palechild, you can't leave these people. They're your family-- your friends! They've always been by your side. You can't just abandon them now. We have to stay-- this is your home. It always has been and will be." She gave a growl at her zanpakuto. "Nonsense... These people don't care about me like they should." She wanted to enslave them and teach them how wrong they were about their boring, 'peaceful' ways. "So, I don't care about them. I don't even need them." Her sword gave a disagreeing grumble. Palechild would have to either restore they're relationship or extract her soul from the sword-- maybe even absorb it, as much as she'd hate that as it's emotions were nothing to her.
Palechild smirked, finding a twoleg thing she remembered reading about in a book. She messed with it when suddenly sparks flew and began setting a piece of wood on fire, causing her to jump back and crouch in surprise. Ah, too bad they can just easily rid of it. Maybe, if she was lucky, a few unfortunate people would find themselves in it. Hopefully not her family though.
Dropping a paper she had written on a bit away from the fire, she left, but the note read as the following:
Leaving off to SolarClan. Bring fox meat for Christmas. Tell Arthur to go fuck himself. <\3::::::/;))(
Hate everyone else except Stephen. Got you guys a nice present from your favorite elder. If you still love me come find me. A picture of a poorly drawn tiger sat near the words, though it looked good enough to be cute.
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