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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 520px; height: 50px;][font=trebuchet ms][color=orangered][size=7pt]Jacksparrow (formerly Whatpaw) | Male | No Kill/Capture/Cripple | Lost Soul of The Skulls | Fox[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px;][font=trebuchet ms][color=darkorange]Participation! This gives me a reason to make tons of open threads!
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 520px; height: 50px;][font=trebuchet ms][color=orangered][size=7pt]Jacksparrow (formerly Whatpaw) | Male | No Kill/Capture/Cripple | Lost Soul of The Skulls | Fox[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px;][font=trebuchet ms][color=darkorange]Jack had been wandering a lot since he came back to the Skulls; just kind of thinking. He missed his friends, a lot, but there was a time to move on from that. To move on. So the fox was laying, stretched out in the sun with a yawn. He probably didn't even have another year to go in this body; he should get a new one soon. But not now; now he'd rest and enjoy the sun, enjoy the breeze; enjoy... Life.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 520px; height: 50px;][font=trebuchet ms][color=orangered][size=7pt]Jacksparrow (formerly Whatpaw) | Male | No Kill/Capture/Cripple | Lost Soul of The Skulls | Fox[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px;][font=trebuchet ms][color=darkorange](Sorry for the long title but I had to x3)
Jack padded around, confused; he got confused a lot. He'd been grabbing a bite to eat when suddenly he noticed a piece of rotting food with mice swarming all over it. Of course, Jack had killed the mice and eaten the food himself; what else was there to do in such a situation? Maybe he'd become too much of a scavenger over the years, but the fox knew that a mouse would kill him for a rotting morsel too; it was just how the natural order of the world worked.
So now, Jack was hauling around a bunch of dead mice in a bag he'd found, trying to find his way back to the others, still confused and bumbling around.
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Love the chess set rank idea system.