[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; height: 225px; background: url(http://31.media.tumblr.com/dbc…15wq0RUs1ruv1gno1_500.gif); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; a: hover; font-family: felix titling; font-style: bold; font-size: 20px; color: #2b1c83; letter-spacing: 20px; text-shadow: 2px 1px 2px #000000; width: 470px; height; 10px]PALECHILD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#090909; width: 470px; height; 10px; borderwidth=0px;]Loner - Winged, Three-Pawed White Siberian Tigress [/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Ah, she had heard DarkClan had halted their militaristic ways. How sad; likely because Lancelot the Great had been replaced by charletons and people who didn't know how to run a Clan quite as excellently, manipulatively or as terrorizingly as he. Back then, DarkClan knew BloodClan's weaknesses and had not been afraid of them; she wondered if a RiverClanner had come here and *ed it up. Nevertheless, she wanted to explore the place, but hell no was she joining a group of insignificant assholes.
"Name and business, DarkClanners?" she called out humorously the occasional 'moop' following, her tail rising threateningly -- it did not make her look taller, but eager to speak, be in charge and attack? No -- in fact, it held an air of mystery to it. "I'm here to meet you all so get your asses over here; I'd like to visit this place and see what humble idiots messed up the chaos I remember." If she was attacked by the DarkClanners for simply not kissing up to their sorry asses, she wouldn't care; she had killed many in her new rogue life.
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