[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; background:url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b66…kb6jPYCk1s6y0tjo1_500.gif); padding:0px;]
[fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 340px; height: 20px; margin-top:20px; opacity: 0.80; font-family: baskerville old face; color: #151515; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black; text-align: center]i'm not sick but i'm not well ![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 360px; height: 100px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top:20px; opacity: 0.80;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 360px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 360px; min-height: 100px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; font-family: verdana]maybe joining a clan would be good for him again. some sort of sability and reassurance that he wouldn't have to spend nights alone would be soothing for the tom, but he figured not as much as weed would be, but whatever. he didn't want to get high only to come crashing down from it when he was slaughtered due to his stupidity. no, no he'd prefer to live now considering death didn't have the most friendly face when you met him in person. he'd come too close to joining the king, thinking that he wanted to. no, now fear rattled him at the mention of the name. how unfourtunate. he wished he wasn't so scared, so he could brave the adventure death had in store for him.
so the skinny scrap of fur hesitantly made his way over to a clan he'd heard of a few other times before. maybe they were allies of the dominion? he didn't know, he'd tried to forget most of those things by this point. the twitchy feline seated himself by the border, eyes anxiously scanning his surroundings and tail thumping against the ground with a dead rhythm. it'd take him a while to warm up to the place, and he debated whether or not the safety of joining was worth going through the stress and anxiety all over again. ugh, now his stomach began to twist and pull, making his claws unsheath and bury themselves into the soft earth below him.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 370px; height: 15px; font-family: verdana; color: #ffffff; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: center;]template by[color=#6e6e6e] #moony-chan . hidden scrolling[/fancypost]