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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][size=8][font=georgia]There was nothing left for him here. It was not that he didn't enjoy this clan, and perhaps he'd return, one day, but something was beckoning him. He'd tried to settle into this life and he'd admittedly enjoyed it for a while, but after a while, he realised that his customs and their customs did not mix. Some of the less tolerable members of the clan did not take kindly to him, and he did not take kindly to them. He had not wanted to leave in a wake of blood, either, so he decided just to depart before he snapped.


    Leži Harbringer had no trinkets, no possessions, no nothing to take with him. Therefore, it was only logical for him to depart as quickly as possible; he didn't need to waste time packing. The albino serval had departed sometime in the evening, on a patrol before he disappeared out into the loner lands.
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    Hostesscupcakes Xerses Simul Stamus
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    SHADOWCLAN VICE-LEADER ▪ INFORMATION ▪ [abbr=EXTREME DIFFICULTY ▪ ASK FOR CAPTURE ▪ NO KILL ▪ POWERS INCLUDE: ELEMENTAL POWERS, ABSORB SPIRITS, EMOTION MANIPULATION, MULTIPLE POSSESSIONS, MEMORY MANIPULATION, EYE COLOR MANIPULATION, TELEPATHY, SUPER SENSES]BATTLE TAGS[/abbr]
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    That was a shame. She'd liked him. Frowning ever so slightly, the vice-leader waved goodbye as well.[/fancypost]

    "Safe travels." Rookfeather meowed softly. The tom had liked what he'd seen of the serval, and it was unfortunate that he had left. Still, if he thought somewhere else would be better, then he had the right to leave. Hopefully he'd find some place that suited him more. The tom understood that Shadowclan wasn't for everyone.

    Penguin Ralph vaguely remembered that guy, and thus he walked on over and stared as he trotted off. What a shame. "Bye." Was the penguin's simple, one-worded response as he stood at the border, blinking once or twice.