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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height:][justify][size=10][sup]It was dark, stormy, and windy, black clouds rolling by with intermittent flashes of lightning and thunder. She wasn't scared of it, though - standing tall in the face of the storm. Rain hurled itself at Skye, but she stood there and took it, resolute and calm in the face of lightning.


    Blue eyes watched the lightning flash to the plains around her, the bottom of the storm backlit by the sun setting. She could see the green, the black, the gold, the white, and smiled to the skies, the rain pattering out. She'd stood there long enough that the ground had actually begun to sink around her paws, and that did nothing but encourage her.


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    "what are you doing?" poppypaw questioned, watching someone stand in the rain, staring at the blinding flashes of lightning in the distance. this cat must be really weird. the young apprentice thought.
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