LET US DANCE [open; m & g] DEAR FRIEND

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    The femme, since joining, had worn her pawpads to bloodied flesh after exploring every nook and cranny within BloodClan, but she had not once neared the dens in which they would sleep. No, the trainee would curl up directly to the far right of the entrance, gently silhouetted by the shadows of the setting sun as she lolled a lollipop in her jaws. How long had it been since she had been able to satisfy her craving for sugar? Sucre bore the ever present grin that had become her signature feature as she observed the passerbys of the clearing, closing her molten amber eyes as the fleeting thoughts crossed her conscious. Perhaps she would see her ducky friend once more, if it would help her finally settle into these strange surroundings she had been placed in- even though Sucee bore a much more enigmatic nature compared to the usual hustle of Clan life.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify; font-size:9pt; line-height:85%;margin-top: -9px][sup]First his friend Zacharie, who resided in DarkClan, and now Sucre, who was here. What had odd sight to see and a lovely feeling for his roleplayer. Batter was obviously drawn to her, not in that way but more in curiousity wise. The young ghost floated his way over towards Sucre, his hollow ebony eyes focusing on the femme. He did wish to have his body back, maybe that would be soon. Obviously it would be impossible to have his cheetah body again but..hopefully he would find something similar.
    "Hell...o," the boy greeted slowly. Death had really messed up his vocal cords. He was still as emotionless and straight forward as usual, it was just harder for him to make conversations. "How...i..s...Bloo...d...Cl...an?"
    Since he already knew her name, and he introduced himself already when she joined, there were no need to ask questions like that.

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    "Hello! I'm Shatteredcub, how are you?" the energetic cheetah asked with her usual grin as she wandered over. It was always fun, meeting people she hadn't met yet.
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    Opening a single eye towards the second tier, a slip of laughter escaped the fem, though brief as she began speaking. "Hello my dear friend." She mewed. Oddly enough, she made no mention of his drawling speech, as much as it intrigued her- it'd be rather rude if she were to confront him on such a matter. "BloodClan has been treating me well- such sweet people reside here. Generous, too." Sucre meowed with a slight tilt of her head, before smiling towards Shatteredcub. "Peachy, actually. A pleasure to meet you, little ducky." She purred lightly.

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    [justify]"Yo." The alabaster wildcat greeted simply as he appeared on the scene. He recognized Shatteredcub and Batter, but he had no idea who this other face was. He suspected her to be a recent addition to their ranks, or possibly a returner from inactivity or from another clan. Whatever the reason, he felt it was only proper to introduce himself. "The name's Yukine Harbringer. Nice to meet you, kid."[/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; border-left: 1px solid; border-top: 0px solid; border-bottom: 0px solid; border-right: 0px solid; width: 250px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: times new roman; text-align: center;][size=6pt]© akako[/size][/fancypost]