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    Floating islands. What wasn't to like? Ghostguild stared up at the floating islands with a childish wonder in her chocolate gaze, a cold breeze ruffling the ornate silks and ribbons elegantly swathing her slender body. She shivered. It was certainly cold here, and the short-haired kit fox wasn't dressed for the weather. She only noticed the atmospheric chill subconsciously, though, and with little interest. Travel is pain, after all.


    She had to know. She had to. What sort of clan lived here? Were the members cold and elegant, or warm and festive, or militaristic and domineering? And why did these islands float? Simply for the sake of floating? Deciding she could put off returning to her temporary home a little while longer, Ghostguild tentatively took the first step onto one of the stone staircases, the cold stair cooling her paw. Soon, though, her paws were skimming against the steps as she skittered up, almost tripping and toppling straight off the staircase in her excitement.


    And there was the top! Short pants escaping her maw, which was curled up in a triumphant grin, the kit fox stepped off the staircase and onto solid ground, looking around. What would she see today?
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Nymeria was making her way down the staircase towards the mountain as Ghostguild was ambling up them. Typically, upon spotting the other, Nymeria simply slunk past disinterestedly. However, the lack of BlizzardClan scent on the female caused her steps to slow and round, her head swinging to place unyielding eyes on the stranger. No, this female was not at all a part of the clan for Nymeria had not seen the female before neither did she harbour the distinguishable fragrance of their clan.


    Clearing her throat in an attempt to lure the feline's attention, Nymeria climbed a couple of steps back up the stone incline. [b]"What business have you with BlizzardClan?" She had failed to ask that the female include her name in the mixture. However, she wasn't all too concerned for they normally included their name out of habit or want of recognition. Either way, it was fairly likely Nymeria would know the feline's name soon enough.


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