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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] (human au bc like, all my threads are)


    Shadow City was pretty cool. The inhabitants were all laid back, except for a few rather uptight people. And, as a bonus, there was an abundance of people here Emma's age. Radio, Kiss, and of course, her sister Blacky. Emma was definitely comfortable here.


    But, as an eight year old, she was always a little homesick for Coloured City. Sure, nobody was her age there and everybody was constantly depressed, but Emma had made friends and family there. As she lived with a foot in two worlds, she wondered when she would go back. Maybe spend a few days there, check up on everything, make sure Nep wasn't doing anything stupid, and then head back to ShadowClan to keep an eye on her sister. It was a busy schedule that even Emma herself, an ADHD child, had trouble keeping up with.


    Currently, the child was roaming the city, looking for something to do. Her curled platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a braid, and her hands were shoved deep into the pocket on the front of her blue hoodie. The cold season was practically here, and she was ready for it.


    Emma became so immersed in thought (which was unusual), she didn't look up until she ran straight into someone. Immediately, an apology fell off her lips. "Jeez -- sorry. I didn't see you."



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  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify]She was new to this whole city thing. Growing up, Emma always was in the countryside where there was barely anyone. Seeing so many people in one place raised her anxiety a tad, but the amount of excitement overran that.


    The tan woman had been walking down the streets of Shadow City, her brown hair bouncing up and down against her black petticoat. What destination she was on her way to, she didn't know, but she was optimistic that she would find a nice, warm place to chill and possibly meet some more people that lived here. So far, she only had one friend here, and she wasn't even close to her age. It didn't bother her, though. Age wasn't a problem with friendships.


    Just as she was gazing at some signs on her way to where ever, she felt something run into her. Looking down in shock, Emma saw it was a younger girl. Instantly having a warm smile on her face, the woman took a step back. "No worries," she said in reply to her apologies, shaking her head. "I wasn't looking either." After a moment or two, she began to gaze at her, trying to match a name to a face. It didn't happen, though. Nope, Emma didn't know this girl. She cocked her head to the side slightly, the friendly smile still on her face. "We haven't really met yet, have we? My name's Emma."


    //Sweetnothings isn't really a human name, and her nickname is Emma, so... cx This'll be interesting.


  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] "Ha, no way. My name's Emma."


    The eight year old set her hands on her hips after re-gaining her balance. It was funny -- you didn't usually meet a lot of people with the name Emma. Not around these parts, anyway. Everybody always had those really fancy double first names, while the best Emmie could do was try to impress people with her middle name and last name. Speaking of it, she needed to formally introduce herself.


    "If you get confused, though, you're welcome to call me by my middle name, Mirie." She shrugged, and shoved her thumbs in her jean pockets. She didn't let many people call her by her middle name, even if she introduced herself using her full title. Whatever though, right? If there was a valid reason, she didn't care. Heck, when she lived in BloodClan, all she went by was Mirie. Then the name started to get on her nerves, so she changed it.


    "Are you new here?" Em asked, looking up at the older woman.



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