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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify;][font=arial]god, lance felt awful. the savannah had been running for what seemed like hours, fleeing from the site of shiro's death. it was cowardly, that much he knew, to abandon the rotting body of one of his closest friends, but what could he do? it wasn't like the pale feline could bring him back to life. as much as it hurt, this wasn't a fairy tale, there was no magical kiss, no true love and no prince charming to save the day. it was just lance. helpless, tiny lance who couldn't even save the man who'd taken him in all those years ago, who'd let the most beautiful man in the world slip through his paws like water not once, but twice now. there'd been nothing he could do, not a god. damned. thing.


    so lance had run. he'd fled like the damn coward he was and hadn't stopped until he was deep within the mountains, until numbness hit him and the royal finally let himself break. wail after wail tore themselves from his throat, echoing around the cliffs and ridges in a haunting refrain of agony; a symphony composed of loss and pain, of anger and grief, of love that he would never get the chance to express. the feline's voice gave out somewhere around dusk, and he was left a shivering mess of emotions; by then it was all to easy to succumb to fatigue. cold mountain air amplified the numbness lance felt, both physically and mentally, guiding him into a fitful sleep full of blood and robotic faces.
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    Shiagur of ShadowClan

    THERE'S A GAME IN THE WORLD. A LITTLE BIT OF CAT AND MOUSE

    Love. It was still a foreign concept to her, as the child was only a couple days old. She was still learning, even though she stood as tall as a horse and didn't even look like a kid anymore. She was an adult, people would expect her to know so many things, but.. But she wasn't old. She should still be growing up.


    Shiagur found someone.. alone. Were they dead? She was used to death by now. It was common occurrence. She killed someone before, to impress people. Funny, no? She was about to poke Lance before she noticed the faint rise and fall of his chest. The female released a small noise of surprise and aimed to give the male a gentle nudge with her muzzle. He shouldn't be sleeping out here. It was too dangerous.

    (c) array

    Right now, there was no King. Glacier had no time for love, really, in her mind. Her son, Prince Frostbite, had been born out of some fling she had, but it clearly hadn't lasted long enough for the guy to become King. Prince Frostbite was the only Heir right now, which was frustrating, as Glacier believed that females should be Heirs... but no. That would be too strict. While her Clan thrived on the Circle Hierarchy they had, being too strict might pull people away from their beautiful lifestyle. So Glacier couldn't be as restricting as she wanted to regarding her Heirs. But no matter, the Prince seemed like he'd do fine if she happens to pass.


    The Queen was doing her daily stroll of the territory when she caught sight of Shiagur and a stranger. Glacier walked towards the both of them, letting out a snort as she realized the stranger was sleeping. On her land, mind you. "Rise." Glacier spoke towards Lance, her time cold and demanding, clearly expecting Lance to do so. After all, everyone had to obey her command, did they not?


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