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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:center; line-height: 115%; color: #FEF1B5; margin-top: -15px]when you're stuck in the moment
    and your spark has been stolen[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify; line-height: 112%; margin-top: -12px][hr]Jesus, she'd been gone for quite a few days. [i]God.     She didn't even have a good excuse for being gone. She'd just dropped off the face of the earth. Jinny had probably already lost her position as commander, Sammy probably moved on -- she cringed at the thought -- and, shit, what would her friends think? ...If her friends were still around.


    Shit.


    Jinora slipped into her shop, noticing her Holland lop bunny asleep on his back, laying on one of her couch pillows. The cinnamon calico flicked on the lights, smiling at Furryfoot's stupid sleeping antics. When the white lights of the PB Teen store lit everything up, Jinora sat down in the doorway, overcome by nostalgia. She hadn't been gone long, just a week or so (read as: long enough to make her lose her rank), but she missed everything already. She missed her leather couch, her books, her eno, cuddling with Sammy...yeah, she missed a lot of it.


    And then Furryfoot woke up.


    With an excited squeak, he flopped off the couch, and scampered over to nuzzle against her side. [b]"Hey, good boy." She crooned, rubbing the spot between his ears. Conjuring up a little carrot stick, she handed it to him. "It's good to see you, too."


    Then she turned back around to face the mall, wondering how many new people had joined. Clearing her throat, she called out: "Meet 'n' greet, anyone?"


    (damn, sorry for disappearing you guys. i didn't mean to.)
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    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #jinorabby [/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px;][justify][size=9pt][font=times new roman]sammy had also gone missing for a few days, following his nightfury instincts to the nest where all the dragons meet. it was hard, seeing as how it was mating season. but he escaped before anything major could happen. and now he was back, clearly happy.


    but jinora was gone. it worried him so much, he even stayed in her shop just in case she came in no matter what. but it never happened. he thought she died, or left, or found someone better than him to date. that last one made him break into tears once, cause he was an emotional little boy.


    one day he was heading towards a music store to get some cds, and it happened to be next to jinora's shop. and what was this? was that...? that made his heart skip a beat. quickly trotting over, he aimed to wrap her into a hug. "o-oh god, jinora... you're alive."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:center; line-height: 115%; color: #ffcc99; margin-top: -15px][i]when you're stuck in the moment
    and your spark has been stolen[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify; line-height: 125%; margin-top: -12px][hr]Jinora blinked, shocked for half a second. So...he was still around? He wasn't dead? Jinny couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry, so she ended up forcing out a laugh as she nearly choked on her tears. [b]"Oh my God, Sammy --"     Jinny's breathless laughter was muffled as the nightfury embraced her, several times her size and practically squeezing the life out of her. Jinora didn't really mind, though. She was so relieved to see him alive and breathing, she could hardly comprehend it. "How are you?" The girl asked, pushing gently out of his death grasp.
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    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #jinorabby [/size]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; text-shadow: 1px 1px #360004, 1px -1px #360004, -1px 1px #360004, -1px -1px #360004, 1px 1px #360004; color: #83161E; font-size: 23pt; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: 1.5px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -25px] Edmund[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; text-shadow: 1px 1px #360004, 1px -1px #360004, -1px 1px #360004, -1px -1px #360004, 1px 1px #360004; color: #D2676F; font-size: 14pt; font-family: times new roman; margin-bottom: -19px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right][i]If fighting is sure to result in victory[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; text-shadow: 1px 1px #360004, 1px -1px #360004, -1px 1px #360004, -1px -1px #360004, 1px 1px #360004; color: #A9363E; font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: times new roman; margin-bottom: -22px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; opacity: .7]Then you must fight!![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5C0108; border: none; width: 460px; margin-bottom: 10px][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#360004; border: none; width: 430px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #D2676F; opacity: .8; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; line-height: 90%]
    Edmund nearly barfed at the scene, xe did not find romantic attraction to be attractive at all, and was usually on the outskirts of all things, especially anything that had to do with love, sex, or such and such. "Greetings there you two." The black cat meowed after clearing xer throat, anything to break up this gross display of affection... and lovey dovey attitudes... xe hadn't felt love in a long time, and had sort of vowed never to feel it again. "I am Edmund, recently duel membered." The BloodClanner added.
    #feelinged [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; text-shadow: 1px 1px #360004, 1px -1px #360004, -1px 1px #360004, -1px -1px #360004, 1px 1px #360004; color: #D2676F; font-size: 8pt; font-family: times new roman; text-align: left; margin-top: -17px; letter-spacing: 2.2px; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: .8]all warfare is based on deception[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; text-shadow: 1px 1px #360004, 1px -1px #360004, -1px 1px #360004, -1px -1px #360004, 1px 1px #360004; color: #A02E36; font-size: 17pt; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right; margin-top: -30px]Sangeus[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:center; line-height: 115%; color: #ffcc99; margin-top: -15px][i]when you're stuck in the moment
    and your spark has been stolen[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify; line-height: 125%; margin-top: -12px][hr]Jinora switched an ebony gaze to the black cat. She was able to tell right off the bat they seemed unhappy with something, which kind of reminded Jinny of Clinton. She wondered if the Clinton still hated her, or if she was even still around.


    Sitting back on her haunches, she bit her lip and nodded politely to Edmund. [b]"I'm Jinora Grace. May I ask, where is your dual membership placed, other than TidalClan?" The girl asked, trying to spark a conversation.
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    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #jinorabby [/size]

    "BLoodclan! Right Edmund?" Bearkit bounded over with a grin, stopping next to the Bloodclanner he had once met near the border. It could have ended badly too, but it had ended up in talking about dual membership. In other words, Bearkit was quite happy with himself, feeling like he was the one who had brought Edmund in. Sure, he had still decided himself, but that wouldn't make the kitten less proud. "I am Bearkit, by the way" he meowed, unsure if they already knew that or not. He faintly remembered seeing them before, but he wasn't sure if they had really met already. Ooh, his lovely memory...