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    this wasn't tidalclan! she gritted her teeth. apparently it was though; she would have to cope. she muttered angrily under her breath (as she always found something to be angry about) and scraped at the dirt at her feet.



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    [font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]It wasn't like she was too thrilled that TidalClan was staying with them either. But she knew how to deal with it, at least. Besides, she did have some sympathy for the group.. their island was overtaken by evil spirits, so it wasn't exactly their fault.


    Winter approached the Tidalclanner with an effortless smile. That's right, she could be nice.
    "Something wrong?" She inquired innocently, one round ear pointed at the female while the other swiveled like a miniature radar.

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    cyberspace, despite her warrior name, had the mentality of a child. she whipped around, sighing. [b]" it's not HOME! i want to go HOME."     she muttered, digging her claws into the ground. " why do i even have to stay here anyways? it's too hot! my metal's gonna melt!"



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    [font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Winter, despite her automatic annoyed response to the other female's complaint, couldn't blame her. She'd want to go home, too, if she was suddenly forced out of her home to live in a completely unfamiliar abode.
    "You'll go home soon enough," the angel sighed, "You're here for a reason, y'know? It's not like you can just go waltz back home, unless you like the sound of uncertain death." The second tier didn't mean to sound so bitter, but she probably ended up like that anyway. Winter had seen what had become of the island with the mall on it, and nobody wanted to go back there no matter how many times they said it.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]"Winter has a point," Hailstones said, padding up to the two. "Plus, your metal won't melt, trust me. It takes much more hotter conditions to melt metal. You'll be home any day now, besides, isn't it nice to socialize with others in different clans?" The third tier sat next to Winter, and after a moment, she asked, "What's your name?"