go greased lightning -- open, note

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; width: 450px; font-family: times new roman; auto;][justify]When walking through the many clustered cabins that made up Windclan, the petite Maine Coon found a cabin with it's door propped open. Nose crinkling in confusion, Padmé took a small step inside, calling out, "H-h-hello?" Catching a glimpse of the items on the desk, the tabby advisor crept closer and found the handwritten note, slight sadness growing in her chest at the sight. Notes rarely meant anything good. "G-good luck, T-Trevor," murmured the long-furred female softly. [/justify][/fancypost]

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Slipping in the door, the alabaster feline would pause as the figure of the advisor, whose name was unknown to him for the time being, entered his field of vision. "Oh. I didn't realize anyo-" he began to fumble, but upon observing that she was reading a note, the words that was rolling over his sandpaper tongue fell into silence. Allowing his dainty paws to carry him across the dim-lit room, he craned his neck to read the note. "Who's Trevor? Anyone you know?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 360px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 17px; font-family: broadway;]PATRICK !
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 330px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]"Hope he gets back safely," He barked, not knowing who Trevor was. Ah well, perhaps he could get to know him when he got back from his adventure.[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 25pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 146PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Praguekit[/fancypost][b] windclan - guardian - general tags - powers tags - battle tags[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Where was Padmé going? Praguekit watched as the advisor disappeared into the open cottage, feeling fairly certain but not completely sure that the cottage the tabby feline was entering was not her own. As Glitteringgold and Patrick followed, the young Siberian tiger cub stood up to trail after them. He followed the three into a room, his pale amber eyes moving to the letter on the desk. "W-what does t-that note say?" the young WindClan guardian asked aloud, standing beside Glitteringgold as he looked to the adults expectantly. At only five months, Praguekit had not yet had the time to learn reading, nor did he really have any inclination at this point. "Trevor's a-another WindClanner," he answered Glitteringgold. Praguekit had met the older male once but he did not consider Trevor as anything more than a mere acquaintance.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8pt][color=#CC0000]"hey everyone, i'll be back soon. i just want to help out with returning people back here to windclan. don't worry about me, focus on yourselves. see you all soon, trevor moran wraith-gaudius," jonathan would read out loud, mainly for praguekit's benefit. the timber wolf looked slightly concerned, but he supposed there was nothing to be done about it. hopefully they would see trevor back safe and sound soon.

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][justify][color=#CC0000]MOBILE TAGS.
• jonathan toews ( pronounced as tayvz )
• windclan
• temping for sky 05/22/16 - 06/01/16
• main body: timber wolf
• elemental powers
• vampirism
• venomous fangs
• shapeshifting ( current body is bolded )
• night fury
• hippogriff
• bengal tiger
• serval
• timber wolf w/ prosthetic leg
• teleportation
• 20 months ( spiritually 28 years old )
• advisor
• formerly human
• engaged to eskimokisses
• attack in [color=#CC0000]bold #CC0000

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