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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]The blackheart rouges stunk. So the serval cub decided to do something about it. His dad, the temporary leader of that place wasn't around too much for Linx to talk to. Always too busy doing.. things. And so he had no one he could latch onto. And being an anxious person who whenever they felt nervous turned rude, maybe it wasn't such a great idea to go to another clan. But it didn't matter. Linx bounded past the border, figuring it wouldn't matter, and he was exploring. As far as the cub was concerned, this place belonged to him! No one had come up to him so far! He was loving it! The independence he felt with each step he took. A smirk was on his lips.
Linx was yet to be scarred. He hadn't even been in any battles or major injuries though he had accidentally sliced his paw with his new weapon, the dagger. He was wielding this now, in his clamped jaw. "I can feel my energy. Oh, girl. I can feel it. Running. Pulsating. It's everywhere. Intoxicating." He sang softly, beating his paws and unaware that various people had probably heard him.
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