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    Well. Clover felt this clan looked a little boring... and with everyone recoverong, why not decorate the place? She had already planted a few flowers at the entrance and had all sorts of bright colors next to her. She was splattering paint on the bushes/rocks of the entrance. Everyone she moved, the permanent paint became her paw prints, leaving her marks where ever she went. All of her paws were covered in paint, blue, pink, and green splatters stuck to her fur. Yet she was smiling. Having a great time!
    The paints remained open for others and she had plenty of seeds if they wanted to plant flowers around the camp.

    Bob had come out of his study to go check out some animals. Really, he was running out of things to study. When he walked outside, he saw the paw prints. They weren't hard to miss. He decided to follow them. Soon, he found Clover at the end of the tracks. She was completely covered in paint. So, it wasn't just her paws. "What are you doing?" he asked her.

    What was this? A dog walking around with splattered pawprints? Auroradweller called out to Clover, "Clover, are you tracking technicolor blood all over Stormclan?" It was a very real possibility; some creatures altered their blood color, and if that was blood then Clover might be so delirious that she wouldn't remember where the monsoon den was.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: microsoft tai le bold; font-size: 9pt; color:#;][color=black]★ -- Being a vampire, Darkskies most definitely knew the sweet smell of blood and this, my friends, did not smell like blood to her. In fact, whatever colorful liquid Clover had all over her paws just smelled down right bad. She couldn't say it was a scent she very much enjoyed but the colors, themselves, were very pretty! They made the camp look very colorful and bright and so unlike the gloomy feel it had before. It was quite refreshing, actually. Wandering forward, the blue tinted girl raised a fictional brow and continued to watch the canine with a curious grey eye.


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    "It's paint. Humans use it sometimes. You guys can help." Clover said happily, spraying paint on the ground. She turned to her audience, taill wagging. She allowed a smile onto her features.