[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 250px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -11px; width: 220px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=18][b][i]long live the[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -18px; width: 220px; letter-spacing: 2px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=8][b]>> CRASH CAR HEARTS [i]![hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -9px; width: 220px; margin-left: -12px;][align=center][size=6pt]catherine dilaurentis-graham-kors
femme - shadowclan - kit - hover[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -15px; width: 220px; margin-left: -14px;][hr][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width: 220px; margin-top: -185px;][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Catherine had found a pile of soot, and painted herself chalky black as she sat just outside the caves' entrance, carrying a small red pillowcase full of gifts for a selection of creatures. Once the leopard's liquid copper spots were no longer visible, the dirty blonde cub grabbed her pillowcase, staggering under it's weight, and began to search of holes, the murky night concealing nothing, yet revealing nothing.
A few moments later, she dropped her sack through a hole in the ceiling of the caverns, then followed it down, flipping and twisting, her whip-like tail snapping helpfully through the air. Safely on the ground, she began to creep through the caves, a crooked grin gracing her masked face. First, she stopped by the home of her mother, leaving a clumsily paper-wrapped gift on the floor. It was a worn, twisted metal Twoleg tiara, studded with glass diamonds and plastic pearls, probably worn once by some teenage girl down by the cabins. Now, on to the next cave.
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