Beneath the stains of time (O, captured!) The feelings disappear

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 40pt; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;][b]☮ Halthorne G.A.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: white; text-align: center; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: -2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 60px;]I'm not passive but agressive.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 320px; margin-left: 125px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid transparent; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 350px; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: white; margin-left: 115px;] If anyone were to arrive at the spot, they would smell two things. Halthorne, and Bloodclan. No blood this time, he had been surprised and knocked out. The warrior-no, apprentice, was most likely in Bloodclan at the moment.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 40pt; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;][b]☮ Halthorne G.A.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: white; text-align: center; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: -2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 60px;]I'm not passive but agressive.[/fancypost]

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    [size=16pt]HOW DO YOU MAKE THE DARKNESS SEEM SO BRIGHT?[/size]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Marco was getting annoyed by all these BloodClan captures. It was certainly a drag, something that he didn't want to deal with - nor did anyone else want to deal with. With an arrogant and frustrated huff, he would smell the two scents. "What more can we do?" He murmured, this time pacing around and trying to swiftly have an idea pop up in his head. "Oh! maybe we could ignore them and they'll go away?" Marco rambled off more things that were identifying.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center]"We both know I loved you more."[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 55px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: center]


    NYX !


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    [justify][sup]The scent of BloodClan stung, burning her nose. It was vile, and she hated the scent. Although, not knowing the clanmate, she felt no emotional connection. She simply took a look at where the RiverClanner used to be, and left without anything to do. [/fancypost]


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