honey you should see me in a crown [p, solar]

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    ♚ -- I love their endless worshiping[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Brokencrown lay himself in the middle of the camp, his dark chocolate eyes half closed as he lazed around. The tiger had hurt his shoulder when he was hunting, and he didn't search out any medical treatment for it and now it was killing him. Letting a loose sigh slip out of hsi maw, the large feline closed his eyes fully. [/fancypost]
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    There were things animals learned very quickly while in RiddleClan.


    One of those lessons is that you can never seem to escape Solarflare when injured.


    Currently, the Ex-Doctor was in her calico body, padding stealthily across the courtyard and towards her victi-err, patient, a large stick grasped firmly in her jaws.


    Upon reaching the tiger's side, she was going to attempt to lightly whack him on the head with the stick while looking over his shoulder. "Alright ya idiot, what did you do?"

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    ♚ -- I love their endless worshiping[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Broken grunted in distaste as Solar hit him with her stick. Looking over to the femme with bored chocolate brown eyes, the tiger opened his maw to speak before smirking. [b]"Hmm, hurt my shoulder whilst hunting, probably tore something in it."     Ah indeed, he had tore a muscle and it hurt like hell. Flicking his gaze from Solarflare to the sky, the tiger let out a low chuckle. [/fancypost]
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    WHAT HAVE I[/shadow]    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=red; bordercolor=blue; borderwidth=1px; border: DOUBLE 2px yellow; background:url(http://detectamor.appspot.com/appv2/images/greenline.gif); width: 500px;]

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    S O L A R F L A R E


    Bio
    38 Moons Old
    Domestic Feline
    Combat Doctor of RiddleClan
    May be accompanied by Iolair, a Harpy Eagle that was a gift from Chemical Warfare


    Powers/Mutations
    Shapeshifting
    Spirit Absorption (2/9)
    Ability to Glow
    Flower Prints
    The Sight
    Time Warp
    Telepathy


    Combat Info
    Hard
    No Kill
    Message for Capture

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    Attack in Red
    …………
    There was a low grumble of annoyance as the Combat Doctor reached into her med pack, pulling some poppy seeds out. "Eat these, and you're on bed rest for the next week. Doctor's orders," she chided, smirking as she cuddled up under his neck due to her smaller domestic feline body.

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