MY LUNGS WILL FILL AND THEN DEFLATE // o; gifts

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    sarcy hadn't traveled in a while, and it was needless to say that he had never been to boneclan. he rarely went anywhere and so far he had only been to colouredclan and riverclan. he was quite the homebody. "yo, gifts from blizzardclan." he arrived at the border, coming to a halt with a slight jingle of his earrings from them hitting each other. the canine sat himself down on his ass, glancing around with sharp yellow optics for signs of any boneclanners. if any did show up to see the gifts, they would find him with the carefully woven basket packed with all sorts of goodies; a large array of herbs and several different types of freshkill. there were several accessories for those who were into that, and a lavender ribbon was tucked into a bow at the handle and a light blanket of the same color as a barrier between the gifts and outside world. it was quite heavy to carry over, though sarcy would never remark that.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; color:#FFD8D8;font-size:9pt;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 99%;][font=arial][justify]Ah, Blizzardclan! She had heard of them previously, and she was pretty sure that she had family located over there, too. Either way, she'd approach, seating herself beside Lovino and offering Sarcy a dip of her head. "Thanks!"

  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; height: auto]Gifts from BlizzardClan. What kind of gifts? Where was BlizzardClan? What was their Clan like? Serenity had so many questions, none of which she could ask because she was mute. Oh, how she hated her disability. With a sour expression on her youthful features, the child slunk over and came to a halt near Strawberrylace, jade green gaze resting on wolf.


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: -0.2px;]Wasn't there another person from Blizzardclan who had visited them not too long ago? Maybe not, but she swore there were. Either way, gifts were always nice, and the child stepped forward to quickly take a peek in the basket before returning to sit next to Serenity. It was sweet that all of their allies came regularly just to bring gifts and such. Of course, she didn't yet know that this was just how things worked. "T-thank you! I-its very nice.."



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    he glanced towards the first arrival, a tiger. he seemed polite enough, something sarcy needed to learn to be like. maybe some formality in his life was needed- after all, he did come up saying 'yo'. but then again that was just his personality showing through. he slightly raised his nonexistent brows in an attempt to conceal his surprise at the offer. food and water? before he left? that sounded dope. "nah, i'm good, i should be able to make the way back." sarcy was someone not able to accept help, it was a known fact.


    "no problemo." he responded to the forms of gratitude that exited the three boneclanners maws, as three more had shown up; however one of them didn't say anything and instead had a somewhat bitter look on her face. he honestly had no idea why, but it didn't bother him too much. he swiveled his head back to the last arrival, shrugging,"no big deal kid." she seemed younger, the innocence clear on her face and for once he didn't totally want to ruin it. that was honestly rare.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=11pt]"Yo thanks for the gifts, oh neat accessories" the serval chirped, looking at the basket curiously.
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