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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]SylvanClan had been relatively uneventful for the past day or two. Not much had happened, besides the occasional slaughter committed by The Exiles. But even that was already growing old. It didn't take long to go from a monster to just not even to be bothered with. A real villain didn't have to just constantly be killing to be considered bad.


    He had been spending most of his time back in camp, just sitting around. Voletail had already hunted earlier in the day, and had very little to do. Once in a while, he would patrol the territory, looking for trespassers, joiners, and requests, but that wasn't enough to be called exciting. Especially after all of the things that had just recently occurred. Oh well, he supposed that nothing happening was better than something bad happening.


    The deputy stood up, stretching his legs out two by two. He was just going to go out in the territory, take a little walk, maybe catch a mouse or two. There was nothing going on in camp, after all, so a quick stroll wouldn't do any bad.

    [justify]Mushing herself onward with great emotional struggle, Warblerkit found herself zoning out more than usual; she knew that if she was going to be outside of camp, she should at least have been aware of her surroundings, but of course her brain did not care enough if she lived or died and therefore sent her to a special place-- mentally, that is. Her steps were slow and her eyes were wide yet glazed over, giving the indication that she would not be stopped if she was bothered; she did not care enough for anyone around here to really stop what she was doing and give them her time, but of course she could pretend that she could. But in the mean time, Warblerkit was quiet.


    That is, until she saw the deputy himself lumbering around in these wild lands; the sign of his larger body broke her train of thought, causing her to blink just a few times and straighten her slouching back for a second or so until it bounced back to it's former poor posture. She'd seen the man around a few times, though she never really bothered to pay much heed to him. Should she go now, or should she try and greet him? Trying the ladder sounded less entertaining than disassociating, but she attempted it anyway.


    "Hello." The tortoiseshell meowed monotonously as she pushed herself forward, catching up with the long legged feline without much ease; she was a tiny thing, for her growth had seemingly already been stunted. She looked a month younger than she was, and for this she blamed poor genes, but she would never complain about her stumpy height. Complaining wasn't her thing, and whenever someone did it she got vaguely annoyed. "Where are you going?"