[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]cher had assigned her a patrol to the old church. somewhat boring, she'd admit, but he'd also said he'd seen something there, and they were to find out what it was. maybe they'd have a turn of events and find something interesting.
darkclan's deputy padded towards the rock where cher usually gave his announcements. she sat back, green gaze scanning the area lazily. one day she'd see the place from on top of that rock. but not today, because fortunately, cher was still alive. "border patrol to the church!" she called, too lazy to dish out her usual insults.
[justify][font=trebuchet ms]thinks in italics | speaks in bold white
age: 12 moons
species: domestic cat
positive: clever, calm, confident, trustworthy
neutral: emotional, outspoken, sarcastic
negative: blunt, compulsive, disrespectful
attack: bold and white
no kill, ask for capture