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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#d8d8d8][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]The little white domestic shuffled around the Dornish border as if looking for something. She was, looking for someone who would admit her in. That's what they were supposed to do, no? Well, at least that was what some loners told her. Wait at the border and then they'll come and get you, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Fun? Waiting wasn't fun. No, not for her. Not at all. Especially for a former kittypet ruled her home with an iron fist. Breakfast must be 10 am, lunch 3 am, and dinner 8 am, later no earlier. Must be exactly on time. She was a horribly spoiled and thankless princess, getting everything she wanted then throwing it all away for adventure.
Huffing, the violet eyed feline quit her pacing, seated herself and began fiddling with some charms on her collar. How much longer was this going to take? Maybe she should find somewhere else to join. That'll be too bad then, Serbia really liked the sound of this Dorne place.

