[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=7pt]What was life without a little mischief? Zatanna - leaving her barn - decided to find out, taking a chance in whatever life's game had. Perhaps fate would be kind in allowing the six month old to venture out and abandon her past lifestyle. Not that it would be hard, anyway, her 'owners' just fed her and kept her around solely to keep the mice away. Then there was her old friend MacGuffin, who would take over the small field of theirs. She would be missed, yes, but not for long.
The calico heard small stories about a group of cats a ways behind her residence, of which she was surprised she didn't know about them sooner. MacGuffin kept his tales short and to the point, not bothering on his past life. Zatanna wouldn't care, she would want to witness it herself instead of listening to the old cat's lessons. She should've listened, as he would've told her of the trials and tribulations. Oh well, she would learn on her own. After about an hour of travelling, the feline stopped at the border, sniffing the ground hesitantly. I wonder if he's right? Probably not, he's getting worst by the day. With a hmph, she sat down and waited, raising a short leg to scratch her shoulder.
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