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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake was a newer member to the clan, but that did not slow her down knowing she barely knew any of her clanmates. The bratty feline pranced around like she owned the place and didin't hold her tongue no matter how rude her words ended up being. Despite it all, she loved being herself, and in her eyes there was no one better to be. Man, these guys are seriously lucky to have me around. She thought proudly, strutting off to go for a hunt and catch some food. But in reality, she was too blind with pride to realize everyone was probably annoyed as all hell whenever she was around. Did that slow her down? Of course not! It only convinced Cake to keep doing it!


    There was only one think that was slowing her down. She still needed to be taught how to fight properly. She couldin't even fool herelf with that. Before she was accepted into Windclan, she was a barn cat who had no need to learn how to fight other animals. But how was she supposed to ask for help when half her clanmates were big enough to squash her like a bug? She shuddered at the thought of some large beast attacking her, causing the dark pelted feline to stop walking all together.


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    [font=georgia][shadow=black,left]JONATHAN TOEWS ≫ TAGS[/fancypost]
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    [align=center][font=georgia][b]IT'S ONE FOR THE DAGGER
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    [ ahh apologies for late response!! ]


    Jonathan as well was in the territory, but he wasn't there for hunting. He had been at his hockey rink, shooting some pucks into he thought he had played enough hockey for the day. After he put the pucks back into his sports bag, He put it in a spot where only him and Kaner could find it.(well, that's what he thinks, who knows if others know)


    He then began to start padding towards camp, when he saw Cake out in the territory. Jonathan himself was not a fan of this girl- he just had a feeling in his gut that there was something different about her. But he should not be judging anyway, since after all, he barely knew her. Letting out a sigh, the timber wolf found himself padding over to the apprentice. [b]"Hello." The wolf would say, with a quick nod of his head. "Are you hunting?"
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    [/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent]based on vestige, © madi
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    TAGS FOR MOBILE/PEOPLE WHO CAN'T HOVER

    TAGS FOR MOBILE/PEOPLE WHO CAN'T HOVER



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt](ooc- no need to apologize, it's okay ^^ thank you for RPing with me!)


    Cake snapped out of her thoughts that now drifted away as carelessly as fluffy clouds, realizing someone was speaking to her. Of course the feline had seen the wolf around camp a good decent amount of times, but she barely knew his name. Hell, she barely knew anyone's name due to her extreme narcissistic nature. No one else mattered but herself in her eyes. Half tempted to roll her eyes and walk away without even dignifying the higher status clanmate, she changed her mind before doing any of that when she realized she could ask for some advice. The idea disgusted her, of course. Why would she sink as low as to ask someone else for help? She couldin't let people get the wrong idea. She'd have to find a way to ask discretely. "Erm... Jonathan. Is that right?" The look on her face told him she didin't care either way, as she continued without even giving him time to answer. "I was actually heading out to uh... train. Keep myself into shape.". This was a laughable statement. She was a twig. It was clear she never "trained" a day in her life.


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