[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Soft pawsteps were heard throughout the camp as the white serval paced around. Her name was Pandora and she was fairly new to the Clan - she had been there for five moons now, making her, uh, 20 moons old?
Pandora sat in the center of the camp, her slightly docked tail thumping lightly against the dusty ground, her mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.[/justify][/fancypost]