MR. BARTENDER [priv, sylmae] MIX ME A DRINK

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 420px;]'Baskets for the good little boys and girls in ShadowClan,' thought Rob as he quickly came upon the ShadowClan border. A basket of goodies was set inside his jaw as he trotted on over to the border, getting ready to deliver the gift basket to ShadowClan. BoneClan hadn't worked with any of their allies lately which had always been a problem of theirs; so, of course Rob had to come back and try and fix that. Despite his oddities Rob was quite a man of politics and could think up a storm despite expressing just a single drop of rain in thought.
    Setting down the woven basket Rob opened his now sore jaw to tell those of his presence, "Hey I've got a gift basket out here with your name on it," the tiger yelled out into the large clans territory. Hopefully they would hear him and come around so that he would be able to get along with his day as usual.



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    Sylmae, herself, quite enjoyed helping out and keeping up with politics between clans. She had even had a rank specifically created for her way back in the old days of Boneclan. It also included party planning but lets face it, no party was better than one of hers. She smiled at the thought of her old home as she travelled her new one, her golden eyes bright and happy. The little clouded leopard was at peace again, for once happy with all of her life and choices for the moment. She yawned, almost bored until she heard a voice. [b]"Gifts? Those are great!"     she squeaked out as she slipped out of the shadows and looked up at the male with wide eyes. "Robbie.. is that you?" Mae asked, wondering if he would even recognize her. She wasnt something that everyone remembered so shed honestly be surprised if he remembered her. And maybe flattered but who knew.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 420px;]The white colored tigers metaphorical brow raised as he looked down upon the clouded leopard before him, 'She knows my name, she has wings-,' Rob took a moment to take in her scent, '-familiar scent though it's kind of a mix between shadowclan and scarclan. Maybe it was a recent move?,' delving deeper into his thoughts in a mere few seconds Rob had found his answer: "Sylmae?"
    Both thoughts and words tumbled out of him all at once. This very leopard, unlike most of his former clanmates, was still around and kickin', having not changed as much either. Seeing as now he was full grown it was somewhat odd to see himself taller than his clanmates. He had changed miraculously since they'd last seen each other. He was, at a first glance, much larger, his once opaque stripes were starting to darken, his mane had grown and the tips of it had also darken, he bore a few more scars, and overall he seemed much more majestic than he was as a child.



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    The way he said her name made her feel like she was meant to be dead or something worse. She stared up at him with wide golden eyes and nodded her head a little bit. [b]"Yeah. Sylmae. Don't seem so surprised. I know I'm not in Scarclan anymore but I'm notorious for moving around when I no longer feel at home so I mean."     Mae said and shrugged a little bit as she tilted her head a little bit. Was it weird to see people moving or was he wondering why the two hadn't run into each other for a long time? Either way, Mae noted the changes in his physique and logged them in the back of her mind for when it would really matter and she looked aside, not wanting to be staring at him like a creep or anything. "What brings ya all the way out here, besides the gifts?" She was always curious, and if she could dig to the bottom of everyone's reasoning's for things, she would.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 420px;]Rob rolled his large eyes, "Ya, ya, ya, I was just so young when I last saw you," spoke the tiger with a small grin on his maw. 'How long has it been anyways?,' he'd have to search around for that later. Both of them were notorious for something, he on the other hand was notorious for disappearing for a while and then magically popping back up like nothing ever happened.
    Taking in her last statement Rob simply shrugged his shoulders, "Wanted to see the territory, get a bit of reputation with the people — ya know, the usual," he spoke simply before peering down at the basket once more. "I brought a whole bunch of goodies though, go ahead and take a look," Rob said before pushing the basket a bit closer to her. He'd packed everything from jewelry, herbs, and fine wines — not really wanting to encourage violence with any weapons in there.


    //sorry for short reply, just had wisdom teeth surgery earlier today and I'm feelin' like shiz



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