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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]Anngerine giggled as her pet spider crawled around her neck, it's tiny legs tickling her. "Boxxi! Boxxie that tickles," She shrieked, neck angled away from the albino spider so not to crush him, which only made things worse. Finally the spider shuttered to where his original spot had been. Now he just seemed like a part of the black bow she was wearing. With the black bow and orange fur, not to mention the beatings and spider, she looked rather Halloween inspired.


    Quietly she waited for someone to come over.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; font-family: arial; line-height:105%; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]Ivylee watched as the spider crawled all around the feline, who was orange in color. She too couldn't help but notice that Anngerine seemed as if she was made for Halloween. Of course, the holiday was the number one thing that was going through the canine's mind lately. Halloween was tomorrow, and she was more excited than ever to celebrate! Now, who was this, anyways? "May I help you?" Ivy inquired sweetly, bouncing up and down on her paws as her curly tail swayed from side to side in a wag, expressing her happiness and curiosity.
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    tags -- 10.30.16

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]"Oh, uh, sorry. My spider doesn't usually tickle me," Ann began to explain but shut her mouth, "I mean...Sorry, I'm Angerine and i wish to join. I also associate with Windclan if that's any problem." Probably not, however it was always good to be sure. After all she didn't want to cause some clan war. Not that such a smaller thing would do that. Hopefully. Waiting for an answer she slightly adjusted the bow away from he face.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#ED9651; bordercolor=#DF8B45; borderwidth=4px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: bold; font-size: 30px; color: #F3B151; letter-spacing: -2px; width: 500px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #933800;]PEARLCATCHER LANNISTER[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ED9651; bordercolor=#DF8B45; borderwidth=4px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #F3B151; margin-top: -9px; border-top: transparent; letter-spacing: 0px; width: 500px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #933800;]

    how does bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman
    dropped in the middle of a forgotten part of the carribean

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=#DF8B45; borderwidth=4px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 150px;][align=left][size=8][color=black]Pearlcatcher padded up next, the golden tabby radiant with joy. It seemed that something amazing had happened to him today, giving him the look of a very happy (perhaps a little crazed) man.


    "Then consider yourself a member. Lovely to meet you, my dear. Pearlcatcher Lannister, at your service."
    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 7px;font-size:7pt;color:white;line-height: 130%;][align=center][font=georgia]a state of ataraxy

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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Even if this WindClan held some sort of alliance with RiverClan, loyalty was not an idea to be torn in two. She should have chosen to remain in one or the other. Loyalty was a bit of a touchy subject for Normandy, seeing as how his company depended on their trust and faith with one another. He wouldn't have allowed anyone else to hold his life in their hands, not if they weren't a part of his platoon. Now, however, he had none of them. They were all gone, perhaps scattered throughout the clans. Currently, he only knew of a few of them, WindClan and ColouredClan included. Otherwise, he was quite naïve in regards to the groups in the surrounding domains, and the regulations they all abided by. Normandy acknowledged the basics of RiverClan's rules, though he knew he would have to break a rule every now and then. Some deserved punishment, and he wouldn't allow whoever it was to be able to flee from their territory. Would RiverClanners simply release their prisoners? Did they even have prisoners? The group did not seem the type, especially since many of them were bubbly and outgoing, friendly. He felt unfit to be around such individuals, considering they were near polar opposites of him. There were a few who had similar qualities, but the numbers were extremely low.


    Upon hearing the shrieks, Normandy swiftly arrived, only to see a perfectly fine individual. He halted rather abruptly far from where the three were positioned, an unreadable expression on his features. He stared at her for a moment, jaw clenching and unclenching. Eventually, the wolf began to pad forward to join the trio. She was odd; he would describe her as eccentric and energetic. Normandy found he wasn't exactly fond of that type of personality. As long as she was able to perform well then he didn't mind. "Normandy," his introduction was terse, brief, to the point. There was little else he could say. Welcomes were unnecessary, especially when he had yet to view RiverClan as his home. He was unsure if he would ever view it as such. It was strenuous enough adjusting to the extremely different lifestyle. Yet, this life was better than the war. It had altered him, whether for the better or worse he did not know. The war had been his life after the age of twenty-two; the rest of his life had simply been leading up to joining the paratroopers. Now though, everything was...changed. It was in the most minuscule of details, but he was able to see through it all.


    TAGS — updated 10/29

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]Caroline trotted up, her basket of herbs bouncing around her neck to tap against her chest. With a low hum, the deer perks up at the feline and her spider companion. "Oh! Hello!" She says cheerfully, smiling. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Caroline!" Says the doe with a nod, her head tilting. "Welcome to RiverClan!"


    [abbr=Always smells like flowers and herbs. Characters able to to see auras might be temporarily blinded due to her odd, broken radiance. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)][❀][/abbr] [abbr=Glitch, bubbly flower girl][basic info][/abbr] [abbr=Main: Deer -- serval, others unknown and undiscovered.][bodies][/abbr] [abbr=Mate to none, Dam to a none, disgustingly sweet and friendly, overbearing, doesn't understand 'enemies' or 'hate' - all free powers, few discovered - nothing 'offensive' this character says or does reflects the thoughts of the roleplayer][notes][/abbr] [abbr=Characters able to sense auras may get overwhelmed by her presence. Symptoms include blinding migraines and numbness to the mouth and\or tongue. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)][❀][/abbr]

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