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    lady // one year // female // the insignia // member // domestic // [abbr=Shapeshifting (Cougar, Cheetah, Bengal Tiger, Jaguar, Timber Wolf, African Wild Dog, Hyena, Shark, White Mare, Leopard, Baboon, Snow Leopard) Black Blood, Eye Color Mani., Pelt Color Mani., Heat Vision, Character Bond (None), Soul Absorb (5/9), Sabertooth Fangs, Scent Mani., Mani. Of Soundwaves & Molecules., Memory Mani., Telepathy, The Sight, Reincarnation)]hover for powers[/abbr] // attack in #ee58ff


    Extremely HPR Insignia Liger Cubs
    Most threads may be retro.



    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; height: 144px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:7px; overflow: auto;]Lady had been prowling around silently in her bengal tiger body, doing her best to cover up the plump belly. She stopped short when she felt her large pawpad get placed upon a hard cover. The hard covers texture was however soft and smooth, this appealed to her as she quickly dug into the snow in that direction, revealing the wet book.




    The femme was confused but had seen Four reading whatever these were, so with that she scooped up the book in her jaws and dropped it flat onto the floor, revealing the inside of the book. The page she was currently on had a drawing, and then on the page across for it had a few words.




    Day two since I've been here. It's cold, really cold, and I've been freezing for about a day now. No food or water. Maybe my life was about to end because with every hour, I felt myself getting colder and then warmer. It felt like a long game of hot and cold, and I was the main victim.




    The only company I had to keep me was the small claw in memory of my friend, my dog, my pet, my only companion. He had froze out here to death, and it really saddened me. A lot. Why did he have to go so soon?




    Why did we have to do this stupid trip in the first place? Why did we have to go and check out the abandoned train station. Why did Lizzy make us do this? Why did she force us to go on this dumb trip? If it wasn't for her, most my friend wouldn't be frozen at the bottom of a river by now. If it wasn't for her, my companion would of still been here. And on top of that --->




    The tigress had been cut off when the writing had stopped. She had to turn the page but she would wait until next time to read the rest of it. Who was this person? Whos writing was this? And who was this Lizzy? It made no sense to the fem but she did not question it.




    Lady sighed as she picked up the book in her jaws, padding back to the train station and setting it down inside.[/fancypost]


    ©madame kevin
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    Hmm, a book, something of the sorts. Whatever you called it, he couldn't read it. After all, being a loner didn't get you anywhere with that kind of stuff. Simba just crept over, slightly curious. "What's that about?", he inquired, 'that' meaning the book.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:465px; margin-top: 10px;]Caroline had taught herself to read at a very young age. When she was still timid, little Historia, she had found solace in tales of triumph and beauty and love. Those days of fantasy had long ago ended though, and the leader quickly realized that she hadn't touched a book since her last visit to BloodClan. She supposed she just related that to her former self and wanted to burn her love of reading alongside all of her memories as a BloodClan third tier.


    Shaking her head, Care pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and quietly approached, sapphire-blue gaze sweeping over the book and then, Lady. [color=bisque]"Is it good?" She'd softly inquire, raising a brow as she took a seat. [color=bisque]"How would you rate it?"[/fancypost]
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