WAVE AFTER WAVE ll BLOODCLAN WINTER DANCE INVITE

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    The hybrid made his way to SunClan's border, trying to appear as innocent as possible; though that was a bit hard since his pale eyes were apparently 'haunting'. Shrugging off his thoughts, Maquis lifted his head as his lips parted to speak. "Sorry to disturb the tranquility," Maquis called out, not really sorry, "But BloodClan has decided to invite SunClan for the Winter Dance." He didn't know if anyone heard him, but he hoped someone took notice. The sun was beating down on his pelt and Maquis felt he'd be fried in a matter of moments.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Someone heard him alright and the cloaked wildcat made his way over to the scene, paws making no sound at all. The Assassin blinked his umber eyes as he looked upon the canine and then he made a tsking sound. Oh, he remembered Bloodclan and the confrontation he had gotten into with them since he had assassinated that one guy on their turf. But then again he doubted they remembered such things. So why not go to their little dance. "Aye lad, thanks for the invitation though I can't accept it myself, hopefully someone will be along."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;color:silver]"pretty sure i can accept these kinds of things," the divine commented, trotting up. "we can go," but mel would check quickly to make sure her character could accept this.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]"Thank you for the invitation," Raven purred as she was happy for her rper getting better. The young feline nodded at the BloodClanner before sitting down.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][font=gulim]"Thanks for the invite!" The calico chirped as she bounced over on mismatched paws, yellow hues shimmering.
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    "Yeah, if you guys want, head on over." The retriever, making an appearance after a short absence, trotted over, his head dipping to the BloodClan creature. Once, Steve had been considered an enemy of BloodClan, and vice versa, considering the several clans he'd hopped around being on not-so-good terms with each other. "We all appreciate the invitation." Steve wasn't certain if he himself would go, because larger parties, balls, had him uncomfortable, most of the time.
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