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    [justify][sub]It was a usual, boring day. She had just finished grooming herself, and she found a soft rock to lay on and bask in the sun. Closing her eyes, she rolled on her back, but something was bothering her. She had seen a blue flower that she thought she had in her collection, but it turned out that it was missing. Opening her blue eyes, she shifted onto her stomach, and stood up. Hopping off the rock, Nadia hoped that the flower was still there.


    Walking along the WindClan border, she tried to remember the scent of the plant. After that didn't work, she shut her oculars and tried to picture where it was. That didn't help either. Sighing in defeat, she plopped down by the border, and picked at the grass with her claws.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: none; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-top: 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #66cdaa; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #66cdaa;]when freedom comes, i'll be long gone[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;text-transform:lowercase]Willow tore the cigarette from her lips and killed it by pressing what was left of the cancer-stick against a cold stone. Her turquoise optics scanned lazily across the scenery as the chocolate sable feline drew in a breath of the pleasantly warm air. Her paws always seemed to be so sore from traveling, since willow wasn't held captive to any set location.


    Yet she carried on, and eventually found herself in Windclan. Catching sight of another creature, Willow offered up a charming smile. "Hey there! I'm Willow. Mind telling me where I've wound up?" the female tilted her head slightly, cocking a nonexistant eyebrow in attempt to brighten the mood.[/fancypost]

    [size=5pt] #willow [/size]

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    [justify][size=8]Startled, she looked up at Willow suddenly. "Oh - I - Uh, you're in WindClan," she stuttered, standing up abruptly and clearing her throat. "Name and business?" the French cat followed up, at least attempting to be professional.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: none; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-top: 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #66cdaa; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #66cdaa;]when freedom comes, i'll be long gone[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;text-transform:lowercase]"Oh I think those greetings are so silly," the female replied, a soft smile tugging on her lips. Willow had already addressed the questions as well, so did the femme really need to repeat herself? Noticing this was a kit, she had a bit more patience. "My name is Willow and it seems you've already answered my question. So who are you, if you don't mind me asking?" willow's voice was smooth and calming, yet a pur rumbled in her throat, echoing through her tiny frame. God it was nice to finally see another young face. It seemed everyone she had run into previously was old, or just grumpy.[/fancypost]

    [size=5pt] #willow [/size]

    [justify][size=8]Nadia blushed at her mistake, and laughed. "Sorry about asking that question twice, it's been a long day." she meowed, shaking her head. At Willow's next question, the Russian blue smiled. "I'm Nadia!" the feline exclaimed cheerily.