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[fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; padding: 5px;][color=black]Diary, I'm on my way to move into the Elite's turf. Oh yeah - it's January 18 2017.
You might be wondering "Fish what the eff I thought you were living in ShadowClan?" Well, it was a flop and I hated it there because they lived in the trees and I'm no good at climbing those. Bless their hearts though. Lately I've been thinking of my old friends in The Sanctuary. I miss them, maybe even Chica a little bit. Even though it's not really the place I grew up anymore it just feels wrong to ditch Three and Bakshi the way I did... Hopefully they understand after reading the letter I sent. And that's right! I'm going postal now!
I trained a ghost to deliver things for me in my free time. I had no life.
On another note I'm running out of room to write... I never told you this but you're actually just a small notebook that I found in the asylum basement when I was just a wee ankle biter. You seemed bigger at the time, but I'll probably have to go hunting for the real deal soon (the only hunting anyone will ever see me do!)