THERE IS A TRUTH AND IT'S ON OUR SIDE )) open ++ lithiumclan gifts

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    it was the second gift basket he'd be dropping off today and his nerves were even more frayed then before. his gut was twisting and paws flexing as the feline who was dressed as a ghost clenched onto the handle of the wicker gift basket. it was filled with herbs and a diverse array of candies and chocolates in the spirit of halloween.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]"Nice costume. Name and business." Hotline stated, albeit a tad wryly, as he padded over, regarding the stranger and the basket he possessed with a nonchalant ease. It was rather obvious why Javapaw was here - there weren't many other reasons as to why strangers lingered on the border whilst holding gifts - but it was good to ask anyways.

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    Kageyama couldn't honestly say that he cared much for their name, nor their business. But he padded over anyway, partially because he had nothing better to do and partially because he was pretty sure he was obligated to actually doing things if he wanted to stay here.


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    BLACKOPS ALPHA
    male - lieutenant - very dificult
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    "Hey, Javapaw." Ops would greet dully as he came to a stop among the Colouredclanners, recognizing the creme colored tabby easily enough from his stay at The Rift. Despite nodding a friendly greeting to the other feline the black lion was his usual subdued, careless self, never quite completely invested. "Got any kitkats in there?" he'd ask, a brow raising inquisitively as blue eyes landed on the candy pile within the basket.


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