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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Dirk was refreshed, after seeing Quinn. He wasn't sure on their status with SunClan, seeing as Lucy had just gone to try and make peace with them, but he was glad she was trying. Even after all these years, he still cared about Quinn.


    A smile on his face, he had resumed an old hobby of his - Painting. He was currently painting on the side of his house, humming a tune to himself.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 360px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 17px; font-family: broadway;]aduialon ren !
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 330px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Who was this? Aduialon scanned the male's aura with his Sight powers, but the feline was not familiar to him even via spirit. "greetings," he rumbled, studying the colorful painting. Aduialon couldn't paint, but he refused to admit that he was impressed by the artistic talents of others.[/fancypost]

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    [justify]Like always, Quincy encountered another two people he wasn't so familiar with. He's seen Dirk around, despite not knowing shit about him. And Aduialon? He didn't know anything about him, either. Well, if he is now a warder, which has the possibility of moving up the ranks, he should at least be more familiar with his clanmates. Might as well converse a little. "What are you painting?" he asked the flame point.
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    Hayley padded up, trying to be quiet so she didn't distract him. She peered over his shoulder, smiling. "Nice job." She complimented, being very quiet and careful, probably the first time her voice wasn't filled with complete cheer and perkiness and all that great stuff! She was calm. It was just like when she was trying to learn a new song and her sibling or someone else would interupt. She was glad she lived on her own now.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] "Flowers." Dirk shrugged a little as he spoke, glancing back to look at them for a moment before getting back to work. "My fiancé really loves plants, y'know? He's a sucker for 'em. So he's made me green to like 'em."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeedc; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]What's green supposed to mean? I mean, in the context you know. I know what green is. Pretty flowers by the way, the sleepy tiger said as she strolled over. Really it didn't matter if they looked good or not anyways; she was delighted by any kind of flower. Horrible painting or real, she didn't care. They were all beautiful in they're own way. Kind of life people she supposed. Perhaps she should write this stuff down sometime. All the poetic stuff she came up with on a daily basis could easily fill a book. Offering a gentle smile, she hummed. I'm Sleepingbeauty by the way. I don't recall us meeting.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] "Green's his favorite color." Dirk shrugged lightly, casting her a small smile. He considered himself a decent painter, but he wouldn't really care if they didn't. He had been painting for years, though, so he doubted it was a bad painting. "Nice to meet you. The name's Strider, Dirk Strider."
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    [justify]Quincy was now curious as of who this fiancé of his was. How would he know? He hardly knew who this cat was. Well, now he knew his name, at least. "Who is this fiancé of yours, anyways?" he asked. "Do they live in ColouredClan?"
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    Hayley purred. "Awww... fiancé! You're so lucky to have found someone you love enough to marry who loves you the same!" She smiled brightly, wishing that one day she'd find something like that.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Quincy's question caught Dirk off guard, and Hayley's statement made him chuckle sheepishly. "He doesn't live here, no. At least, not anymore." He answered vaguely. "Maybe one day you'll meet him, I guess. If he decides to pop on over." He then cast a smile to Hayley. "Yeah, I guess so."
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    The short orange cat jumped in joy. She knew she must seem so childish, but it was all just so cute and heartwarming. "You know, if he does, you have to introduce us!" She purred.