[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; color: grey; margin-bottom: -8px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#dfdfdf; border: 1px solid #666666; color: #666666; width: 400px; height: 134px;][fancypost bgcolor=#efefef; borderwidth=1px; border: 1px solid #666666; width: 400px; height: 120px; margin-left: -16px]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#dfdfdf; borderwidth=0px; border-left: 1px solid #666666; border-right: 1px solid #666666; color: #666666; width: 300px; height: 102px; font-size: 7pt; overflow: auto; text-align: justify]Ashenkit sat beside the nursery, rolling up small pieces of moss into little balls. He was playing his own game. The kitten continued making his little army of mossballs, and he began to move them around. Ash whispered to himself as he played; commenting on his moss battle. Currently, the odds of mossy WindClan winning were low. Oh, well.[/fancypost] |
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