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[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 2px solid black; font-family: bookman oldstyle;color: white; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; width: 450px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; cursor: url("https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqs4osv61Z1qfoi4t.png"), auto; margin-top: -2px;]If she was smart, she would cease to care about certain things. If she were better, she wouldn't mind that she was kidnapping children under orders. If she weren't so rebellious, the childish fit inside of her wouldn't be whining that she'd done this before she'd been told to- but all the fun got sucked out of it once it was an order. The concept ceased to be special and thrilling. In fact, Miss had half a mind to head back home right then and there, as she toed the Prospit's border. The forest was so young, like it was still growing, as she assumed the clan was. After all, she would have made sure to make them know who the Skulls were much, much sooner- to teach them that if they weren't allied with her own clan and its lifestyle, they had no right to be raising the young inhabitants of their lands and filling their malleable heads with overconfident, pacifist garbage. Now it was up to her to clean up their mess, or at least test out one of their little ones and see if this clan was worth leaving alone. Besides, what were they going to do about it; were they going to attack the Skulls? A small smirk traced the calico's maw. They probably didn't even know where the territory was.
It was this sense of condescension and superiority that led the rook's paws over the border, her tough, Skull scent unhidden. The battered calico invited herself right in. If anything, she might get scolded for crossing the boulder and asked why she was here, but she likely wouldn't be attacked. Not yet, anyways.
The thrill of the hunt was beginning to coarse through her veins, making her paws tingle with anticipation and her eyes brighten against the night sky. It had been far too long since she'd done this. Should she be celebrating, in some way? The femme mulled it over as she crept into the shadows of a bush and her ears remained perked for the sound of a nearby stranger.
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