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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 400px;][size=8]" Oof, " the leopard grunted as he recrossed ColouredClan's border, tail swishing at his heels as he progressed back into familiar territory. He'd lived here, once, and then he'd been hit 'round the head and dragged back on Warden duty, which, frankly, sucked, as much as he loved his job, because he'd been settling in nicely just as the Darkspawn reappeared with the intentions of making life hell.


    Anyway, Alistair was now back, which was great! He loved being back, though he wasn't sure if anything had changed. It felt different, anyway, which was weird. " Ah- hello? " he called as he headed towards the town, ears perking. Perhaps he'd see some familiar faces. They were always nice. Even Quincy, although he was a little grumpy.
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    Hearing the unfamiliar voice brought the rather small domestic feline to the scene. Her dark face looked at him, settling her lighter body down, hoping he would get the hint that he needed to stop moving. She didn't know him before he left so to her he was just a trespasser, although she would treat him not different than she would treat someone on the border just because he was technically very deep into their territory. She vaguely wondering if he would be a threat. If so, it wouldn't be long before someone else showed up - they were practically yelling distance from camp.




    Delilah gave him a warm smile nonetheless, letting her icey blue gaze settle on the tom. "Name and business?" Her voice was a percussion of the most beautiful instruments and was rather mature and held much authority for her four month old body.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 400px;][size=8]As a kitten suddenly sat down in front of him, the African leopard came to a stuttered halt to avoid walking into her, and Alistair backed up a few paces as she spoke the typical words, before his eyes widened, realising that he no longer smelled of ColouredClan, and she likely didn't recognise him. " Ah! Hello, young lady. My name is Alistair Theirin, and I live here. Of course, I've been absent for a while, but these things can't be helped, sometimes. Anyway, I was hoping I could just, you know, come home? "


    His voice rose into a question, and Alistair tilted his head to the side. He was wanted, now, anyway, so he likely couldn't go anywhere else for a while.
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