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| [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: auto; height: auto; font-size: 38px; color: #baff41][justify]Δ[/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #COLOR; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][sub]The lithe feline was rather uncomfortable. He had lost track of the hours he had been walking further towards the unknown. Ezra only stopped to eat, drink, or rest if he was beginning to feel faint. He was beginning to wonder if this was a mistake, looking for a clan or whatever the * they were called anymore. He had lived most of his life as a rogue, knowing few others aside from his family. And yet he didn't even love his family! How would he possibly make friends with anyone here if he couldn't even tolerate his own flesh and blood anymore? However, just as Ezra was about to give up on his original plans of joining a clan, a new scent hit his nostrils. It definitely wasn't anything he had smelled before, and it seemed fresh. Guess it was too late to turn back now that he found something new. "Anyone around?" The ticked tabby shouted out in hopes that he would get a response. More specifically a friendly response. None of that ambush * he was a bit worried about. Just because he had crossed the border didn't mean he was just going to sit around. He had learned in his travels that sitting around wouldn't do him any good. So he advanced further into the territory, occasionally calling out to some living sentient creature. 'This better be worth it.' Ezra thought to himself.[/fancypost] |
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