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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Flow never seemed to be short of time to be a child again. Especially not in this clan; there was silly fun to be had everywhere, and the nine month old apprentice knew just where to start. Ever since Puissance had laid atop the monkey bars, it was an unique extent of relaxing, and she'd developed her first ever power at that very site, therefore was bound to return to it sometime or another. Besides, it was built directly for entertainment, right? It wouldn't hurt.


    Easily scoping the area for something to do, the silver tabby made move for the sandbox, taking a seat inside of it and appearing rather large compared to the tiny kittens splashing about the sand. Still, though, she fit inside, and considering it was originally made for humans-- who were much larger-- there was more than enough room for plenty of others who were larger than even her. Giving a nearly silent chuckle at herself, still, Flowerpaw gently leaned down and begin to sculpt with the sand a shape never before seen.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px black; width: 400px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Atlantickit wasn't in the sandbox at the time. She was horrible at using her paws for anything more than, well, digging. And the black-and-white kitten knew from experience that nobody liked their sandcastles to be covered in a thick dust storm.


    Nevertheless, she was still in the general area, and noticed that one of her clanmates whom she hardly knew was there, messing around or something. The she-kit, being kind-of-social-but-hardly-getting-involved-in-conversations, wanted to get to know everybody better, and since Flowerpaw was alone, it would be easier to actually talk about things.


    Skidding over there, two by two and occasionally three by one, her grass-stained paws reached the sandbox. "Hello there, Miss!" she chimed, beaming broadly. "What're ya doin' in the sandbox?" Probably building something, as that was what sandboxes were made for. But there was always that small possibility that she could have been discovering the answer to the universe or something, so she might as well check.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]// sorry for the late reply!


    Finding the little southern tuxedo had taken it upon herself to greet her, Flow flashed a warm smile, a bit of amusement mixed within it at the question. Really, though, what was she doing in the sandbox? Oh, well. "Want me to be honest?' She began, glancing around herself. "I'm not sure." Well, that was the truth. Gesturing gently toward her little sand sculpture, though, she soon told a different story.


    "At the moment, making whatever I can manage, though I'm not all that creative. Would you like the join me?" Might as well offer. Atlantickit was a kitten, of course, right? Surely her imagination was much more capable of artsy things like that, farther than the extent of Flowerpaw's. She never really had participated in anything like this, playing in sandboxes and all as a kid, but it wasn't as if she had the chance without being smothered by baby twolegs and hasty teachers trying to get her off of the playground.