[fancypost bgcolor=#FFF; border: 1px solid #CD566C; width: 350px; height: auto; padding: 0px; padding-bottom: 30px][fancypost bgcolor=#CD566C; border: none; width: 350px; padding: 0px; margin-top: 50px; height: 40px][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; border: 3px solid #CD566C; border-radius: 1000px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/d9gSZI8.png); width: 100px; padding: 0px; margin-top: -75px][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 230px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 98%; color: #000; padding-top: 30px][color=#CD566C]"Is anyone up for a spar?"
The call for a fight came, obviously, from Karma. The red tabby hadn't gone this long without inflicting violence on anyone, and was about to snap. He was still smiling innocently, looking quite pleasant, but what he really wanted was to beat someone to the ground.
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