FOR THE FREE MEN / OPEN, GIFTS

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    He was a little bit late to this thing, but Dark was just going to blame Red and call it good, though the collie had absolutely nothing to do with this in the first place. He hadn't even been there when the other canine took the job in the first place, and maybe that was part of the reason that he's as unsure as he is about this. The wolfdog looks wired when he sits at BoneClan's border, pale blue eyes electric with a lively anxiety as he waits for someone to approach him. The basket he'd carried with him is places neatly at his paws now, almost like a shield though he would never admit to that. BoneClan was unfamiliar territory, and even to an apprentice as capable as Darkpaw was, he didn't like it. Maybe he should have asked someone else to come with him, but that would have made him seem weak. He was just here to give gifts and maybe talk about an event. The male sighs slowly, just to release the tension that came from his breath, and decides to wait without speaking for the time being. Someone would come around.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font: normal 13.3pt times; color: white; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase][glow=black,2,300]Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=11pt]Scenting the Shadowclan scent drifting over the border Pishacha soon showed up, ears perked. "Yo, what's up? And name?" the serval asked, waiting for a response.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size]As the Hawkclan deputy made his way over to the scene he paused as he scented Shadowclan. Hmmm, they must have some business with Boneclan. It was made more evident by the gift basket the other carried with him. So the dual member just sat down, slowly growing more and more disinterested as time went on. Hopefully this would be more than a social call.

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]rolling over on her skateboard, she swerved to a halt, lying down on it and looking up at the newcomer. "'sup? what've ya brought over here? hopefully somethin' interesting cause i could do with somethin' right now. i've been sitting around all day for god's sake." chuckling quietly, she waited for a response.



    [size=3pt]#thecliqueisgoingtojailparty #myierawashere

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    He manages a smile to the three of them as they approach. It's not quite shaky, but neither is it one of his typical charming grins. Dark doesn't know what to think of them, really — at least they aren't being assholes, though. "I'm Darkpaw, with gifts from ShadowClan." He catches Cytus' disinterested air, and really, the canine couldn't agree more. But it was important to keep up relationships between clans. Something like that, at least. He's not a social creature. "What sort of interesting are you looking for?" Pale blue eyes turn to Myiera almost curiously, a small smirk coming into play. "I mostly went practical this time, but there are a few things there that should keep your attention."


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    [align=center][font=impact][size=28pt][shadow=#ffee00,right]Paroxysm Eternite-Fray[/shadow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 450px; opacity: 1; border-radius: 10px; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -85px;]
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    [Justify][Font=andale mono][size=10]"People are so nice! Thanks Darkpaw. i'm Paroxysm, Bandit here. Hows ShadowClan? i've never been there." Paroxysm barked, tail wagging. She loved it when people brought gifts.