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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Well, it was about damn time she'd gotten over to SylvanClan. She'd been taking way too many afternoon naps, clearly. The petite vixen padded over the border, her pale eyes flickering back and forth. Right. "Heeey! I'm looking for the medics around here," Peachmoon called out. That was one way to get the first of things out of the way.

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    [align=right] [align=left][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 150px] [font=trebuchet ms]"Oh, oh, oh! Right here!," barked the male sheepishly as he approached the unfamiliar figure The wolf whom resided in both RiverClan and SylvanClan had just been gone for a week, expecting his apprentice to take care of things when he suddenly remembered he had none. "What might you need? Sorry I'm a bit late," asked the stout white little wolf, his grey eyes peering down at the WindClanner before him.