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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]Estella had come to BloodClan. She wasn't sure why, but some strange force had brought her here, almost as if the Bard was prodding her this way to meet someone new. Faith, she supposed that it could be called.


    [[ museless i'm so sorry ]]

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 400px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]( this is so late I'm so sorry ;w; i got caught up with studying for finals this whole week Dx )


    Almost as if on cue a cream colored wolf would emerge from the shadows, his luminous visionaries focused solely on the female that had made her way into what was strictly Bloodclan territory. "Name and business." He would demand in that same silky tone of his, those neatly trimmed ears of his perked and ready for an answer. If she had been a rogue Hadrian would have killed her on sight, using her bones and blood to decorate their borderlines in order to add to their much needed glamour. However this one smelt of graveyard and death. Which could really only mean one thing; Graveclanner.