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    SOLA ARCANIUM-BREAK

    / i wrote the first paragraph then left then came back and finished it so this is probably bad? i'm also bad at starting threads? also i kinda ramble in my posts i'm sorry


    The environment here in SunClan was different from what she was used to. Everyone here seemed so carefree, they got along so well, and there was always something going on. She was used to focusing her days on training and fighting, no free time, not getting much social interaction outside of a few small conversations every day or so. And it wasn't like she hated where she came from or hated being here in SunClan - it was just different.


    Going from such a strict environment to one so laid back was a big adjustment. Hana was trying to keep a healthy balance between her usual training regime and newfound relaxation time, so she build herself a schedule, which she scribbled down onto a piece of paper to the best of her abilities. She woke up early, trained until the sun was high in the sky, relaxed until the sun was setting, trained more, went to sleep, repeat.


    By now, it was mid-afternoon and the kitsune-feline hybrid was lounging by the pool, dark eyes staring intently at a pool floatie in the water. It was in the shape of a crocodile, and it taunted her from its spot in the center of the pool, mocked her for her inability to swim. "Shut up!" she shouted at the floatie, angrily splashing the water, ripples sending it farther away from her.



    Sola wasn't expecting to see a girl the same age as her shouting at a floatie as she strolled by the pool. Not something you saw every day. The Goldenblood recognized it to be Hana, a relatively new member of SunClan. A small laugh parted her fictional lips, wondering what on earth could cause the girl to be frustrated at a floatie.


    "You okay? Yelling at inanimate objects usually signifies something is wrong," the kitsune-feline hybrid sat delicately down beside her clanmate, peering at her with her unmatched eyes. It wouldn't hurt to make conversation, would it? She didn't have anything better to do anyway.


    [ you're fine!! ]




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