OUR LOVE IS GOD | O, COLOUREDCLANNER

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  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;][size=8][font=verdana]He didn't believe that Colouredclan's newest ally had an ambassador yet, so there was no one to check up on them frequently. Euphemia had therefore decided to bring over some gifts and see how they were doing of his own volition. "A - ah, hello? Can anyone hear me?" he would call out, glancing around for a moment to see whether anyone was around, but as he waited by the border with the basket full of baking and warm clothing, he became distracted by the...rather unusual, territory. He would crane his head and squint to try to make out more of it in the distance. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]As Breeze caught the sound of the Colouredclanner's voice via super senses, he quickly tried to make his way down to her as fast as possible. He was still quite shaky and not as focused as he normally was, and found it hard to walk at a fast pace, but continued to try his hardest to greet every stranger at the border and fulfill his duties as leader for the tribe.


    The bobcat skidded to a half, trying his hardest to catch his breath without seeming like he was out of shape. "Hello there, I am Breeze that Blows Through Prairie." Breeze greeted with a small dip of his head. "What... what can I do for you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
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  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;][size=8][font=verdana]Hello there, I am Breeze that Blows Through Prairie. The male's attention snapped to the speaker. Ah...he recognized the name from back when the alliance had initially been formulated. He was the leader, wasn't he? Euphemia straightened his posture and waved an instinctive greeting before answering Breeze's queries. "Oh, ah...I - I - I'm Euphemia, from Colouredclan. I, ah, just wanted to bring - to bring you over some gifts and ask...how you're going?" he offered in response, gesturing towards the basket at the correct moment. The vice leader favored this part of his duties - the peace making over the warring. [/fancypost]
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