IT'S BEEN SO LONG [open; skullclanner]

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    The onyx figure had trouble registering the sheer array of unidentified scents that assaulted her on her journey here; being that she had not once set a paw from The Skulls, the journey in itself had been as if she had stepped into another dimension. Nonetheless, despite her curiosities, Ametrinepaw could only lope towards the scent markers with a twitch of her ear and projected her voice as much as her narrow chest would allow. "SunClanners, you have been invited to a sparring contest in The Skulls, which will include our own competitors as well as our allies; I would like to speak with a high position to hear of the decision." Exhaling, the bone fell silent as she awaited a trace of life to appear, in hopes that the Clan would indeed accept.

    [justify]--Goldenpaw approached, tilting his head.



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    [size=6pt]"Speaking"--thoughts--telepathy

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    [size=6pt][color=white]#Goldybabe

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=9pt]"We can go, I'm pretty sure," The assistant deputy replied, trotting over.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] CAIN ![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] don't let them see through your eyes[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 200px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white] Spar? That would be great practice to actually use it on Darkclanners. The York feline padded over, a smirk on her lips, listening to Lask before nodding. "We'll be there."
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    [align=center][url=http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?action=profile;u=50682][color=white]© Swiftsong

    "We look forward to seeing you there, then." Ametrinepaw dipped her head swiftly, the faintest of smile blossoming across her usually stoic features as she turned to leave. At a steady trot, the fem would depart from the scene, knowing that her journey back to the Skulls would take more effort than it would whenever she had arrived.