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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px;]A flash of grey whipped across the loner lands. Paw steps thundered swiftly down the grass, nearing its target. All was silent except for the whips of wind that whipped past this stealthy beast. He slid to a stop as he reached Bloodclan's territory. With a flick of his thick tail, he curled it over his left hind paw. His obsidian black eyes squinted as he looked over Bloodclan's horizon. So, this was the place. "Hello, I am here to join your clan. My name is Vintagemisery." He announced outwardly, lashing his tail against the ground.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Misery? That sounded so... miserable. Although Ashkit had little to no authority at all, and really shouldn't have been playing around the border in the first place, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. The cheetah ran forward towards Vintagemisery and attempted to nibble his leg. "You smell funny, mister," the child chirped, her large, bouncing ears lurching forward to listen to all the surrounding sounds outside of the Bloodclan border a little better. "You can join! Just pway wif me, okay?" Her pleading blue eyes would reach up to him, sizable for even a cub like her. Two months hadn't been enough time for Ashkit to gain much common sense, but it sure had been enough time for her to run, jump, and play, and that's all that really mattered in her mind. "I'm Ashkit. I'm the pwincess!"



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