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    He was far from home and he felt guilty about it honestly.

    Especially when they were so...small. So fragile. They were doing their damn hardest to pull themselves out of the ruins of the asylum and save what remained of the clan, but still...he worried.

    But he needed some time to himself every once in awhile and this was one of those times. They were preparing for the big move and he needed some time to think everything over, make sure he was making the right decisions. Who knew what kind of dangers awaited them in DC--not that it could be any worse than living in a crumbling asylum that was due to collapse on them any day now.

    Zoned out as usual, he barely registered that he'd practically stumbled into ShadowClan territory until the scent markers jolted him out of his trance. "[b]Shit,[/b]" he muttered, taking a few hops back so he wasn't over the borderline.[hr][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-14px][glow=blue,2,300][size=25pt][font=arial] [b]-SPANISHLULLABY[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; height:1px; background-color:black; width:488px; margin-top:-8px; opacity:0.6][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; height:1px; background-color:black; width:488px; margin-top:-5px; opacity:0.6][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; width:488px; color:black; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; margin-top:3px]He had the biggest headache ever, but that didn't dull his senses to the familiar scent though. Stopping almost immediately, he turned, changing his direction to follow the scent. A few moments later, and the male would be in front of Dallas, his blue optics surprisingly wide. "Da-dallas?"he stuttered in surprise.[/fancypost]


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    Dallas froze at the sound of the voice, fearing he'd been caught. But the voice had called him by name. He turned to see a familiar face. "[b]Whoa, long time no see,[/b]" the seal-point breathed in surprise, feeling himself relax immediately at the sight of his half-sibling. He almost felt guilty honestly, he had never been very good at keeping in contact with everyone in his life. Truthfully, Span--of course, he remembered him as Immy--was probably one of the few family members he had left.

    "[b]Man, how've you been? Everything been ok over at ShadowClan?[/b]" His birthplace. And yet he didn't feel as attached to it as he felt he should. He'd only spent the first few days of his life here though, not really time to build lasting memories.[hr][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; width:488px; color:black; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; margin-top:3px]He would blink at the other male sadly, dark blue optics shifting slightly uneasily. How was he suppose to tell him? Breathing softly to himself, he would simply murmur,"Not good;Dad.. he...he died recently.."[/fancypost]


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    Dallas felt his breath catch in his throat at the news. He'd long suspected it considering he hadn't seen him in awhile, but to actually hear it spoken..."[b]Oh...[/b]" he replied, blinking. "[b]Shit, that's...that sucks. How'd it, uh, happen?[/b]" He almost didn't want to know but at the same time, he needed to.[hr][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; width:488px; color:black; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; margin-top:3px]"Smashed by a rock,"he'd blink softly, the cheerfulness forced in his voice. Clenching his jaw for a moment, he'd blink softly once more, dark optics haunted. "Anyway, hows Imperium?"[/fancypost]


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    The image brought back memories of finding his other dad, Coldsweats, crushed underneath a tree just outside the old asylum. He shuddered inwardly. It was almost [i]too[/i] coincidental and he was beginning to think his family really was cursed.

    The abrupt change of topic did nothing to sooth him but he understood why Span didn't want to talk about it. There wasn't really much to say anyways. It happened and now all they could really do was try to move on. "[b]Imperium's pretty good...ah, I think,[/b]" he replied after a while. "[b]We're kinda small right now but we moved recently so I'm hoping things will pick up soon. How about ShadowClan?[/b]"[hr][/fancypost]
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