OR BE GREEDIER THAN ME — PRIVATE

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;][size=8][font=verdana]The male lingered around the borders, looking up from weaving blades of grass coated with frost crystals into plaits to inquisitively take in whatever portion of other groups' territory he could see. He had seen surprisingly little of the other clans, in truth - the only place he actively visited was Shadowclan, being their ambassador, while most others he only knew from events or from their visits to his clan. It was relaxing to just observe them from afar and to take in the details from a distance. He felt peaceful, especially given the lack of noise, albeit sometimes he would pick up on the voice of a clanmate from far away. While he was loosening up when it came to socializing with his clanmates, the small lieutenant commander did value his alone time and needed to sometimes be left on his own. Being around others was often...tiring, as much as he enjoyed spending time with them. [/fancypost]
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    MY FAVORITE WAY TO DIE ——— ･ﾟ★ ☾ 31/DEC

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;font-family:verdana;width:450px;line-height:120%;]Lunae hadn't really wandered near Colouredclan on purpose. After her encounter with Yuri Muzikant, she'd been unable to feel some resentment towards the anti-clan in her troubled mental state. The new member of Radicalclan had just been completely lost in her thoughts, her steps messy as she stumbled over the occasional rock and snapped quite a few twigs. Stealth was impossible for the vixen as she neared the line, and it was only then that she stopped walking, the scent hitting her hard and snapping her out of her sulking almost instantly. It wasn't just the scent of Colouredclan either. There was another scent, and although it carried the same scent there was some individuality to it. The female didn't know whether she'd stepped across the border or not. She didn't even know whether the male had spotted her. But she stumbled back anyway, coming very close to tripping over as she did so. "Hi! Sorry, was I trespassing at all?" Fortunately she'd been a few steps shy of the border before retracing her steps hastily. But the female felt a prickle of frustration at her clumsy presentation. Of course she couldn't see what she was doing. These bitter thoughts were getting worse, and Lunae hated herself for it. But she feeling large amounts of self-pity.
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