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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Fitting in just wasn't something that would interest her too much. She was happy with just a few friends. She wasn't one to become overjoyed about being popular anyways. That might be why she had been rejected twice, hm. Excuses. "Yeah, Better to enjoy life than be concerned with only trying to fit in." The vixen barked happily, her tail wagging side to side.
Listening to his answer, the female felt a chill run down her spine. Murders.. There weren't too many that had happened in WindClan, that she knew of. So of course, she wouldn't be too used to all the killing, just injuries. Thinking back to when she got the scar on her back leg in her main body - her ginger tabby, her lips suppressed a frown. What if something worst had happened then? What would she do? She was practically paralyzed then, back in BloodClan where she was tortured and taunted for being the leader's daughter. She shook her head. Just no, she couldn't think of that right now. "Well, alright. Hopefully one day we'll find out who the culprit is." She said, trying to keep a light, happy tone that mixed in with her french accent. Since she tended to overreact, she would try her best not to worry too much about the situation.
Forcing her tail to continue wagging, a smile twitched onto her beautiful features. "Ah, well, being out of camp feels like you're free. You know? No responsibilities weighing you down momentarily." Having been promoted back in WindClan, not too high, but she still had some things she had to do back then. It was exhausting. Barking cheerfully, "I would always enjoy cloud watching, and I've realized there are so many interesting shapes." Blinking her chocolate optics, she'd glancing around the area before looking up at the sky. Night or day, it was truly something she couldn't take her eyes off of for a second even. "That's what you can do in camp, here, though." WindClan was.. well.. sheltered, you could say. No skies were shown unless you went outside of camp. Sad, in her own opinion, though.
"Anyways, Oui. I love being out of camp."
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