[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Breaking the fourth wall just because it was needed before the beginning of the post, his roleplayer was not sure whether dual membership was accetable both in ArcadianClan and in RiverClan or not, so in case it was not a righteous act, it was needed to be told. Other than the necessary statement, the extraordinarily tiny Golden Retriever could be seen on the island — and God knew how he actually got there, by boats and a short period of time of walking — with widened chocolate optics that accurately reflected his lolita boy image. No, he was not a puppy, he could be considered as a young adult, but the size of his figure and the way his golden coat was licked; he seemed like a three moons old.
He did not dislike his outer appearance, in fact, many were astonished about how one tough cookie in the jar could seem so innocent and likeable. Huggable. Loveable. A caricature of everything kawaii. So, Mitsukuni or Honey as he preferred — which was the right nickname for his adorable looks and his desire for desserts — he sat there, hopefully waiting for someone to approach so he could make more friends and get involved in a family. Err, community.
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