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Posts by Amelia.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]"Ey, name and business?" Amelia called, gazing down at Flowerkit with curious hazel eyes. She looked too young to be off on her own... maybe she was lost or something. Flicking her ear, the russet female waited for a reply, shuffling her front paws.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]Rolling her eyes at Pyromaniaflight- wow, she was glad all BlizzardClanners weren't like that- Amy stepped up with a flick of her tail. "I'll join you." Hunting patrols were always the most exciting activity to her; there was the thrill of catching your prey, the suspense while you were stalking it... simply brilliant.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]Amy was feeling quite... bored today. Everything was monotonous, repetitive; hunt, patrol, eat, sleep, retreat. There was no fun, no friends, no laughter... none of what she craved. Hazel eyes focused on her paws, the russet BlizzardClanner sat in a corner of camp, tail flicking from side to side, back and forth, back and forth.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]Amelia had no idea who the she cat was, or even if she was a Clanmate- but judging by Violeteyes and Maypaw's horrified expression, she was a BlizzardClanner. Watching the two she cats freak out, Amy just shuffled her front paws, feeling rather uncomfortable. "Should I tell the, uh, leader?"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]Shooting Kaster a curious glance, Amy slipped up behind the dark-furred tom, leaning slightly into him and staring at Violeteyes.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]Shooting Rabbit an amused glance, Amy sauntered up beside the younger female, hazel optics locking onto Salvatrix's. "Yeah, what she said."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]"Kas?" Amy's unusually deep shriek rang out, obviously worried. "What happened? I'm a... I'm a male!" And you're female!"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]Head snapping up as a panicked yell came from somewhere near her, Amelia jumped sideways, narrowly avoiding Kasterborous. "What the hell are you doing?" she said, Scottish accent clear and angry.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]Rolling her eyes, Amy nudged the dark-furred tom's flank with her hip and shook her head at Maypaw. "Don't mind him."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]"You're very... tall." Amelia stated, raising an eyebrow as she stared at the equine.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= background hex code; bordercolor=transparent border hex code; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=1]Having never heard of Cyanspectrum before, Amy just shifted her weight to one side and watched.