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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]The cub lay on his back on the street, eyes squinted against the brightness of the sun above. At first glance, one might assume that he was dead, but after a moment the rise and fall of his furry stomach could be seen. "It's so hot," he whined, scratching at his fur.


    [color=#FE9A2E][abbr=Dakota Lucian Forrester, Bengal tiger, 2 moons, Manager of the Neighborhood, Uma x Wolfsbane]✘[/abbr] [abbr=easy, attack in bold orange, no kill, request for capture or maim]✘[/abbr]

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Flicking her tail the she-cat looked down and over at Dakota her gaze sharp as she looked at the smaller yet rather good positioned animal. He was son of the two highest positions above her, technically her bosses to be exact. Looking at the cub she wondered what the h.ll he was doing. "What are you doing kid."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]The t-rex would frown a little as she approached to duo in the middle of the road. She didn't mind the heat - she was reptilian in nature - but, if she were to grow tired of the constant warmth, she didn't think that she'd bask in the sun whilst complaining about it. "You should go into the shade."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:auto;font-family: georgia;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:24px;text-align:left]ZOLTON CIMMERIAN [ battle tags - plotting ] [/fancypost]
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    This was one of the days that Zolton longed to be back at the catacombs. The cool, damp, dark tunnels beckoned the black pelted male as the heat soaked into his fur. He was laying a few paces from where the rest of his clan mates were gathered and turned his skull to gaze at them with dark blue eyes. Rolling onto his back wings, Zolton sighed outwardly. "I agree with the kid. I'm tempted to jump in the stream." He groaned, voice muttered by the paw that was slung over his face lazily.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Flicking her tail the she-cat lied down, flicking her tail side to side as she listened to the words the others spoke. "You guys aren't used to the heat, its a different transition from the catacombs to now being in this new territory we inhabitant." The she-cat spoke with a smile as she looked at the younger children.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:auto;font-family: georgia;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:24px;text-align:left]ZOLTON CIMMERIAN [ battle tags - plotting ] [/fancypost]
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    "Right," Zolton huffed, turning his head to the side to look at Herodes. His eyes were squatted against the sun that shone from behind her. "But I don't want to get used to it." He spoke, finally turning his head away when he couldn't battle the strong rays anymore.